Maltavite
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The first two images look like you kinda just toyed around with the hardness of the eraser.
For the first one, I think giving the character a bluer offset could help a bit. Either that, or altering the hue of the background to give a greener tint.
For the second one, maybe make Conan and Ran fit in with the setting more by utilizing hardlight or a sepia filter, and just go off from there.
The third one just looks like a bunch of pasted renders so I'm not too sure what to say for this (maybe add drop shadows?).
Oh, and some flares. You can never go wrong flares, heh.
This is just in my taste, but overall not bad.
How long have you been using CS6?
I like how clean most of your renders are. Erza could use a bit of sharpening though.
Well, it depends on the theme on the signature. I can do glow effect in the same time.
Two years I'm using CS6.
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hehe.
to my credit i visit dcw at least once every month or so. that's pretty good, no? :V
Usually good, mine's a week or two
OMM: Just draw some signature here.
Currently working on custom desktop with my CS6
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OMM: I don't know why, but my newest Firefox update wasn't compatible with to DCW forum.
OMM2: Waiting for Rukia Kurosaki to return to DCW
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OMM: Needs to upload some DC and military stuff here from my dA
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Duh. If I ever do youtube, I'll do gaming commentary. :3 But gah.. even if I wanted to, I don't have a gaming PC.
On My Mind: Should be sleeping early again.
I have gaming PC, but I didn't know what game should be commented in a video.
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Rosberg win the Austrian GP while Kimi was retired after collide with Alonso. Waiting for British GP on July...
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Oh L is my editor. Should prolly tell her I started typing, not penning, my story for her! z\o/
Hope that she'll back here. I got her OCs, Erru on my crossover fanfic and it has several reference/tribute to hood films and several games.
Mystery fan (~L) vs Military aficionado/Gamer (Me/Ari).
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Actually I'd also ask you for military ideas for stories, you're very knowledgeable ^^
Yes, but my crossover fanfic and novel is filled with intense shootout and gangsters with military firearms and tactics xDD. What kind of your story, anyway?
You can ask L for the help too for the story.
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I'll probably steal your gaming equipment and have a go xD
Go ahead xDD
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Iced Tea
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Post-Apocalyptic Games
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OMM 2: German's such an angry sounding language but the more I learn about it, the cuter it is. The word for outer space, "weltraum", is literally the words "world" (welt) and "dream" (traum) put together
It is, but I don't want to learn German language.
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Chapter 2, Author's note
Chapter 2, people and another main character was introduced, this time he was aligned with the Ballas gang! I’ll pick the Revenge ending in the GTA IV. As for Gerald McReary, he was escaped from the Alderney State Penitentiary in a shootout (A reference to the final mission of the TLAD, Get Lost. Although I’ll made Gerald escaped from the prison.) orchestrated by the Lost MC. For the Blood Brothers mission, I’ll pick Derrick to stay alive. He and Gerald are taking care of the Ms. McReary after Packie are left for Los Santos. In The Holland Play mission, I’ll pick Dwayne Forge to be sparred but unbeknownst to him, Playboy X are cheated death and he operating his gang ‘under a table’ in Firefly Island, Broker.
The ‘cursed’ coke which HBrT stole from the Northside in Chapter 1 are different from the coke that originally owned by the Odavente but stolen by the Avignon Avenue. The ‘White’ meth is a different story, as many factions tried to own the stuff but almost all who come in contact with the white meth are either incarcerated or killed.
The Central Hoods will be the main rival of the Ballas gang beside the Black Organization and the Families gang. As for the Auvergne Power, they decided to have an alliance with the Avignon Avenue. I’ll introduce another main character in Chapter 3, he’ll be an Auvergne gangster. They will engage a gang war with their archenemies, the Deckers.
Erru mentions a gang war that killed her sister, which Martin described it as a ‘cursed’ shootout. I’ll make it more detail in chapter 3, along with Ethan who will show the hardware to his colleagues. For Radek and his crew, the Strelets and the Spanish Lords are wetting on Kudo family as their son, Shinichi are uncovered their drug operation in Beika and leaked some secrets of the arms dealer around Liberty City (based on New York) to the law enforcement. They decided to kidnap Shinichi and asked the Kudo family to not write any shit about them for the ransom. Can Erru, his guardian angel (Which mentioned by a Strelets gangster) foiled the kidnapping?
As for the Volya, they are based on the Monolith faction from S.T.A.L.K.E.R, but these guys are particularly fanatic while their armed wing are truly loyal to the Volya without a cause. The Sedem Mafioti is like The Commission in GTA IV, but the former are consisting of Bulgarian Bratva. The Flats gang is based on the beta name of the Ballas gang and I’ll make them hating each other on this fanfic. The Postoronnim was based on Loners from S.T.A.L.K.E.R
The gang war between Odavente Rollerz and the Avignon Avenue in airport are based on a deleted scene from The Raid 2. You can watch it here: youtu.be/fs_Qhmiz40E
Time’s for more terminology:
Cherno Kanya: Bulgarian for Black Kite. An organized gang from Bulgaria who operates in Beika and Florida.
Chienne: French word for ‘bitch’
China White: Slang word for white Heroin that comes from the Golden Triangle, South East Asia.
Connard: French word for ‘motherfucker’
Crooked House: An organized gang from Beika. Currently they’re getting hammered by the Hotel Poznan and some of the members are defected to the 87th (AKA the Krasnaya Metka) This gang belongs to Rukia Kurosaki
Czerwona Strzałka: Polish word for Red Arrow. This is a syndicate who consisting of several Polish mob.
Dickheads: Disrespectful term for Deckers gang
Fake Husk-ass: Disrespectful term for Firefly Island Hustlers
Fake-ass: Disrespectful term to the Flats gang
Kaper: Russian word for Privateer. One of the main character, Martin had involved on this.
Krasnaya Metka: Russian for ‘Red Label’, another name for the 87th Street although that the 87th wore Tyrian purple xD
Old Fag: Disrespectful term for the Odavente Rollerz.
Pakhan: Russian word for Boss. Used in Russian, Bulgarian and Ukrainian Mafia in my fanfic.
Postoronnim: Russian word for Trespassers. An organized gang based on Loners from S.T.A.L.K.E.R, but they operated as a single gang.
Proklyataya Al'yans: Russian for ‘Cursed Alliance’,an alliance consisting of several Russian Bratva in Beika.
Rap Wars: A rivalry between the rappers who aligned with the gangsters. One usually settles the rivalry with Drive-by, but can be ended to an all-out gang war.
Sedem Mafioti: Bulgarian word for Seven Mobsters.
Slovoch: Russian word for ‘bastard’.
Studen: Bulgarian word for Cold. Can be meant for inhuman. A Strelets gangster beside Yadro and Radek.
The Flats: A gang who hated the Ballas in Florida. This gang name is the beta name of the Ballas in GTA: San Andreas.
Torgovets’: Russian word for Trader. Pavel Denikin another alias beside Valther.
Volya: Slavic word for Will. A fanatical gang from Florida that expanded to Beika and Hepburn. Based on Monolith faction from S.T.A.L.K.E.R
Vorobey: Russian word for Sparrow. Real name is Anatoly Fedotov, an arms smuggler who alligned with the 84th Hustlers.
Vŭtreshna Krŭgŭt: Bulgarian word for Inner Circle. Radek’s personal advisor and armed wing of the Strelets.
White Meth: An ‘expensive’ stuff that comes from Indonesia. The ‘white’ meth are cursed, however as almost all who come in contact with the ‘white’ meth are either incarcerated or killed. The original owner of the meth will revealed someday
Yadro: Bulgarian word for Core. Another Strelets gangster beside Studen and Radek. Despite being crippled, he is always two step ahead from anyone.
Detective Conan belongs to Aoyama Gosho
S.T.A.L.K.E.R belongs to GSC
Miyazaki Haruna belongs to my friend
Erru, Kinzie Natake, Roswitha Spades and Crooked House belongs to Rukia Kurosaki (Elli)
Grand Theft Auto belongs to Rockstar Games
Syndicate, Gangster and Angel belongs to Ari (AvtomatchikCrew)
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Chapter 2, part 2
Meanwhile, nobody noticed that two Impalas and a Cadillac CTS pulled up near the airport and twelve gangsters in dark wine clad got out. One of them said, “So the Avignon is here? I can’t wait to cap these motherfuckers…” They were the members of the Odavente Rollerz gang. He then went to one of the Impalas’ trunk and he opened it. His friend followed.
The second Odavente, who wore a red sweater and track pants snickered, “Yeah, If we caught these idiots off guard, we’ll be okay…” He took a loaded AK-74 and racked it ready. He held his AK-74 over his shoulder while the first one took a MAC-11.
The third gangster, who wore a white T-shirt and a dark wine bandana scowled, “I don’t think these guys will be fierce.” He took two Beretta 93Rs.
The Odavente with MAC-11 scolded him, “Don’t be a jackass, man. If these guys are fierce, we gotta be ten times as brutal. The Slovene mob are supported them and we don’t know what happen to our shipment of coke.”
The forth gangster shot the gangster with the Beretta 93Rs a funny look. He took an Uzi and he racked it ready. “I don’t ask it. Anyway they just stash our coke in the harbor.” The Odavente with 93Rs said.
The fifth Odavente shot back, “So these guys stored our coke?” The gangster with 93Rs nodded and said, “Yes, and they decided to sell the coke to someone else, thinking that stuff was cursed or something.” He tossed the fifth Odavente gangster a MP5A3 with Beta-C Mag.
The Odavente with AK-74 scoffed, “Bullshit, these fools won’t sold the coke. We’re gonna take the coke back before they sell it.”
The sixth Odavente lit a Prima cigarette. He asked the gangster, “So, how about the n00bside idiots? They just sided with one of the Seven Families.”
The seventh Odavente flatly replied, “Then we do the same, man. But we’ll do that with the Russian mobsters. The Vetrov Bratva…” The sixth Odavente gangster handed him a TAR-21 with MARS while himself took an H&K G36K.
The eighth gangster, who wore blue shirt snickered, “The Vetrov? Are you sure? These guy have problem with the Serbian mob and the Albanians. Not including the Graves from Los Santos and the Diablos from Liberty City.”
The ninth gangster smirked, “I’m sure… That would add gasoline to the fire…” He and the tenth Odavente gangster took two M733s. The eleventh Odavente took two MAC-11s and the last Odavente gangster had an AUG HBAR.
The Odavente with TAR-21 wondered, “So how you know that stuff who owned by the Serbian Mob?”
One of the Odavente with M733s laughed at that, “Of course we have some insider on the Serbian Mobsters, especially on the Vuvić and Pavlović Family… If we know the stuff, then we’ll whack them for sure…”
The Odavente with blue shirt took a Glock 18 and he loaded it with 33-rounds magazine. “Sure… Ya nos llevó la chingada…” They walked into the airport.
Meanwhile…
The Odavente did not noticed that their archenemies, the Avignon Avenue are on the other side of the airport. They wore burgundy clad and had their guns out. One of them took a photo from his pocket; he held a PP-9 Klin on his left hand. “Yo, you know that girl?” He asked the other gangster.
The second gangster replied. “Veronica, I hate that redhead girl ‘cause she just protected a journalist who writing shit on us and the Slovene Mobs. Her parents are worked for Interpol. They are responsible for arresting some of our crew in France. We are not cowards. We killed plenty Interpol connards. Myself included.” He had an AIMS with two magazines clipped together with duct tape.
The third Avignon gangster snorted, “Hey, fuck that. We got some problem with the Odavente and the 84th Hustlers here. Payback’s a bitch…” He had a DSA SA58 OSW with EoTech MPO III.
The forth Avignon gangster snapped his words, “How about the Aztecas? These fuckers now are dealing drugs. They stole the H from the Dolcetto Mafioso. I think if we involved on this shit, we’ll be the rich-ass motherfuckers and cap the Odavente in a sweep.” He had a Galil MAR.
The fifth Avignon gangster scowled at the gangster with Galil MAR, “The Aztecas still anti-narcotic. But I got some news that some of the Aztecas’ gangsters are started to smuggling narcotics and the former marked them for death. They guys are called The Graves or Los Sepulcros. They ain’t wore aqua anymore. They started to wore dye and gold clad and armed to the teeth. They got AKs, GPMGs, RPGs, M4A1s, HKs and some military-grade vest. The Graves are stole the H from the Dolcetto yesterday.” He had a Walther MPL.
The sixth Avignon gangster calmed them, “We ain’t got time for that. We’re gonna have alliance with one of the gangs if we going to survive this shit.” He held an Uzi with an EoTech 552 mounted on it.
The seventh gangster looked at the gangster who’d spoken, “How about the Auvergne Power then? These guys are backed by the Serbian mobsters.” He had a HK416 with Beta-C mag and ACOG scope.
The eighth Avignon gangster replied, “Serbians? I know, the Vuvić clan? But if we proposed an alliance to the Auvergne Power, then we’ll enter a war against their bitter rival, the Deckers.” He had an H&K G36K with two mags clamped together.
The ninth Avignon, who had a burgundy bandana tied on his neck and wore a red hoodie and track pants laughed at that, “Are you scared, man? Of course, we will blast these Deckers. These guys started to make trouble with us.” He had an AUG with a 14’ barrel.
The Avignon with MPL nodded, “Yeah, we’re going to stole their goods, cap their high-ranking member and blast some fools to hit the Deckers so bad. Now they’ll have a new enemy, from the Serbians, the Auvergne and the Side Guelders Hoodz. The Deckers are dead man walking…”
The tenth gangster, who wore a black jacket, a burgundy shirt and black pants told the gangster with AUG, “No shit, dawg. The Odavente motherfuckers have cost us a lot of crew and we’ll enter another wars? Seriously, we are short on firearms so I think it’s a good idea to propose an alliance to the Auvergne.” He had an AKS-74M with RPK-74 magazine.
The eleventh gangster, who wore a burgundy t-shirt and baggy pants, looked at the Avignon with AIMS. “Don’t be a hypocrite, dawg…” He flatly said. He held a SG550 with a SIG GL 5040 grenade launcher and two magazines clamped together.
The Avignon with AKS-74M didn’t happy about that, “I ain’t hypocrite. We need to think about what we would do.” He looked at the twelfth Avignon gangster. He wore a white sweater and black jeans. He had a burgundy hat and a bandana tied on his neck. He held an M-16 with red-dot sight. “So what we would to do now?” The Avignon with AIMS asked.
The Avignon gangster with M-16 replied, “We got some homies outside in the case there’s some motherfuckers tried to take us out. We’ll meet with the Auvergne near the Terminal A.” They started to head to the Terminal A.
Meanwhile…
McCrea looked at Martin. “Should we ignore the redhead and get the fuck out? The bystanders are calling the cops!” He asked.
Paul snickered, “Chill up, dawg. Those swag cops ain’t match for Ballas OGs! We’re ready to face them head-on!” He kept pointed his pistol, a Glock 35 at Hidemi.
Erru sighed at the gangster stubbornness, “Okay, you guys wanted revenge? But did you think that revenge are useless?” She asked.
Martin looked at Erru with a glare saying, “Useless? Was your old ass morals worth your live then?”
Erru gritted her teeth, “Look… I've held back from killing your men because I believe that all life has value and-”
The Baller with UCP snapped her words and scoffed, “Do we care on live value? If not, then shut the fuck up…”
Erru hissed after she heard that, “Ragh…” Despite that she has a strong feeling about live value, this time she heard someone who clearly ignored it in front of her. HBrT screeched at Martin in a sudden, “Yo, I know that bitch! She’s just iced Leed while he decided to cap the boss! She’s rolls with the Alleviant!” Hidemi noticed it. The Ballas has perpetrated the hit on Ernest and they decided to frame the Northside Rollerz gangsters on the hit. Even they ended up killing the wrong target.
Martin groaned, his Jericho 941 still pointed at Erru, “Yo, how about that redheaded girl, dawg? Should I shoot her or what?”
HBrT raised his voice, “Man, fuck that! That brunette had killed Leed! Fuck her! SK! SK! Shoot her!” Martin turned his Jericho 941 at Hidemi but Erru kicked the gun from him and she gave him a roundhouse kick to the head. “Aww shit!” Martin screamed in pain. Erru took the Jericho 941 from him and pointed at his face. She smirked, “You know what, it’s a checkmate. You need to watch your words, kid. You may not harm my coworkers and their families.” She turned to the gangsters and shouted, “You better drop your gun or I’ll kill your friend!”
The Baller with UCP snarled, “For what, bitch? I ain’t drop my gun to you back-stabbing motherfuckers.”
Erru insisted, “Do it, or…” She pressed her newly acquired Jericho 941 at Martin’s head, “I’ll fill this Baller’s head with 9mm rounds.”
Hidemi warned Erru, “Careful, Natake. Those guys has something on their sleeves.”
Erru blinked, “It’s okay, I won’t be fooled by those gangsters.”
Martin calmly replied despite he was on a life and death situation, “Easy, money. Even you pinned me like this, you ain’t won this shit, asshole!”
Erru frowned and said, “Don’t be ‘go easy on me’, Martin. Might be outgunned, but I've got a hell of a lot of determination to put you guys away.”
Martin scowled with sarcasm, “Bitch, does determination can destroy my crew? I don’t think so…”
The Avignon are descending the stair while the Odavente gangsters are approaching from the opposite. The Avignon with AIMS noticed it and alerted the other gangster, “Old-Fag! Let’s teach these connards a lesson!”
The gangsters dramatically raised their guns on each other. Erru noticed that, but it’s too late to warn her colleague. Both parties opened fire and one gang member on each side feel. The rounds also cut down several unlucky bystanders. Martin used this as a distraction and he snatched his Jericho 941 from Erru and pistol-whips to knock her out. He then aimed his Jericho 941 at Hidemi and Gin who pointed their pistol on him, using Erru as shield. McCrea screeched at Martin, “Come on guys! Just leave them! Those psychos are killing each other!”
Martin then dropped the unconscious Erru before he turned to Hidemi. He snarled, “Well, I don’t have time to deal with you mark-ass bitch.” He and his crew started to scatter as they heard the shootout.
Hidemi ran into Erru and she checked her pulse. She then looked at Gin, “She’s currently unconscious. We need to wait until she’s fully awakened.”
Ethan looked at his daughter, “Then how about these who killing each other?” He referencing to the warring faction.
Chaos reigned, bullets flied from both direction. The Avignon with Uzi was hit in the neck. He feels to the stair and returned fire while he held his bleeding neck with his left hand. He dropped the Odavente with the TAR-21 but he was killed in the process. The Avignon with MPL fired and he let the Odavente with MAC-11s have a river of rounds from his MPL. Still, he was hit in the stomach by a barrage of rounds before he took two rounds to his head. The gangster feel, his MPL still going off as he died.
The Odavente with G36K fired and he hit the Avignon with AUG in the chest. He feels to the ground but he one-handedly returned fire. He hit the Odavente who shot him in the hip and stomach until his AUG clicked empty. He tried to reload his AUG but ten rounds slammed him in the chest plate, all up his neck. His hoodie turned red with his blood. One of the Odavente with M733s fired at the Avignon gangster. He hit one of them, the gangster with SA58 OSW in the stomach, then in the left arm. The gangster feel, but not dead. The Odavente with M733 who shot the Avignon with SA58 OSW fired at the Avignon with SG550. Five rounds hit him in the stomach and his left leg.
The Avignon with SA58 OSW hissed in pain as he had been hit, “You’re in deep shit now, connard! Better recognize that!” He emptied entire rounds of his SA58 OSW at the Odavente gangster who shot him. Sixteen rounds slammed into the guy’s torso, tearing up his organs and some of the rounds even came out of his back as his dead body staggered backwards. The Avignon with SG550 let off entire rounds at the Odavente before he switched to his GL 5040. He fired the grenade launcher at the Odavente gangsters but the grenade missed his target and lands into the floor, causing the window around it shattered in a deafening noise.
Erru awakened from her unconsciousness and she asked Hidemi, “Kir… Where’s that Baller and the Irish gangster?”
Ethan answered, “They are gone, Natake. Look, whatever happens, keeps your head down. We got a gang war here…”
Erru bitterly smiled, “Goddammit… These morons didn’t learn…”
The Odavente with MP5A3 let off ten rounds at the Avignon with SG550. He was killed instantly as the rounds hit him in the throat. The Odavente with MP5A3 tried to get up only to be shot by the Avignon with PP-9 Klin. The gangster feel backwards, his body filled with hot-loaded PMM rounds. The Odavente with Uzi fired and he nailed the Avignon with SA58 OSW in the lungs. As he feel, the Odavente with 93Rs shot him in the head. Some of the rounds even came out of the back of his head.
The Avignon with PP-9 Klin fired at the Odavente with 93Rs. He hit him in the head, his blood sprayed the wall paneling. “Does these connards ever give up?” He complained as he kept firing at the Odavente.
The Avignon with AKS-74M bitterly replied, “Shit, looks like they are seeking revenge on us after one of our homies beat him on our hood.” He aimed at the Odavente with Glock 18 and let off eight rounds. Five of them hit him in the stomach, the sixth round hit the gangster in the left eye and he was dead before he hit the floor. He then fired at the other Odavente with M733. He hit him in the throat and he was dead before he hit the floor.
The other gangster with AIMS shot the gangster with AKS-74M a surprise, “You sure, dawg? These idiots wanted revenge after we took one of their territories?”
The Avignon with AKS-74M told him, “I’m sure that…” His words abruptly cut off as he was shot in the head. He feels backwards, his heads split up by the rounds, exposing his leaked brains. The Avignon with AIMS looked at the fallen gangster in disgust before he covered his leaked head with a scarf. The Avignon with M-16 fired at the Odavente gangster who killed the Avignon with AKS-74M, the one with AK-74. He nailed him in the stomach but he was feel in the process. His white sweater turned red. The Avignon with AIMS fired and he lit the Odavente with AK-74 in the chest. The guy feel, his AK-74 still going off as his body riddled with M43 rounds.
Corpses were everywhere from the both sides and bystanders. An Avignon gangster was miraculously alive. It was the Avignon with Galil MAR, he had several rounds on his stomach. The last Odavente gangster, the one with Uzi grabs the wounded Avignon in the back and he finished him off with six rounds to the back. The Avignon with PP-9 Klin fired and he took him out with a ten burst round in the head at point blank range, taking the lower part of his head off. He snarled, “Punk-ass motherfucker! Now you’re dead, connard!”
The Avignon with AIMS called him, “Yo, homie. Blast that bitch. She’s finished.” He referring to an auburn-haired girl who had her chest shot. He inserted a quad-stacked mag into his AIMS and glares at the wounded girl.
The Avignon with Klin looked at her, his face concealed by his burgundy bandana. The wounded girl begged at him, “Please don’t…” The Avignon with Klin pays her no attention, “Nah, man. Let the wound finish her…” He told his friend.
The Avignon with AIMS looked at his friend with PP-9 Klin with a frown on his face, saying, “Man, fuck that. The meeting’s finished before the shootout. We gotta go, ignore her.” He started to leave as the Avignon with PP-9 looked at the wounded girl and he noticed a ring on her left trigger finger. He called the Avignon with AIMS, “Yo, homie. Check this fool’s ring. Do we know these connards?”
The Avignon with AIMS walked back, he looked at the couple’s rings and he leered at his friend with PP-9 Klin, “Shit, I know these assholes. I bet the groom had his head pop off.” His answer was true as the Avignon with Klin noticed a dead civilian near the stair with his head filled with rounds. He then turned his back and grinned at the bride, “Any last words? No…?” He then dramatically raised his PP-9 and said with a sneering tone, “Then till death do you part, motherfucker!” He silenced her cries with two shots to the head. Both Hidemi and Gin witnessed this and they couldn’t do anything to save her. Erru watch the execution too.
The Avignon with AIMS ironically said, “Shit, if we didn’t kill that bitch, then we’ll got some of their family’s treasury for sure!”
The Avignon with Klin snickered, “Whatever… Dead people cannot talk. In the matter of time, the Odavente will saw this and they’ll cry for war.” He took a Galil MAR off of his fallen comrades and he reloaded it. “I got some problem with a trash-talking fuck named Willy Valerio. He’s the boss of ND3 who talking shit about the Slovene mobs in Hepburn. He currently lives at LC.”
Erru looked at Ethan, “Look, I’ll catch one of them with surprise while you took out the other. Those soulless gangsters wouldn’t notice this.”
Hidemi warned her, “Careful, Natake…” Erru gave her a smile and she walks toward the corpses. The Avignon with Klin noticed her and he snarled, “Erru! You punk-ass motherfucker! You should stay dead!” He aimed his Klin at Erru. Hidemi barked at her, “Natake!” She noticed the Avignon gangster and took off before he could fire his PP-9 Klin. She yelled at the Avignon with Klin, “Was that better to kill an innocent bystander with headshot? Your aims looks bad, moron!”
The Avignon with Klin replied with a snarl, “Ow, fuck you too!” He emptied the remaining rounds in his Klin before he forced to reload. Erru took a MAC-11 and a SA58 OSW and returned fire with her MAC-11 at the Avignon with AIMS. He screamed at his friend with Klin, “Who the fuck is these guys?”
Hidemi ran into Erru and she took a HK416 off of a dead Avignon and she took the ammo for her newly acquired HK416. She returned fire at the Avignon with Klin as he ran for cover. Hidemi yelled at Ethan and Gin, “Grab a gun! These guys probably tried to hide someone!”
The Avignon with PP-9 fired at Hidemi who aimed her HK416 on him, hollering, “Shit, I know that brunette and her father! They’re work for the CIA! And for that jackass with silver hair, he’s the member of the Black Organization aka the Toulouse Heights Crew! I bet that the Avignon will let them bleed to death…”
The Avignon with AIMS fired at Gin who picked a TAR-21 from the corpses. Ethan took an AUG and fired at the Avignon with AIMS. He ducked for cover and returned blind-fire. “And how about the redheaded tomboy girl then?” He asked, referring to Erru.
The Avignon with Klin snarled, “Shit! She’s Erru Natake! She’s the daughter of Kinzie and Michael who arrested Jean! We would free him if we can take that redhead girl as hostage!” He then switched to his Galil MAR and began firing at Erru and Hidemi.
The Avignon with AIMS shouted with a curse, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He emptied his AIMS at Erru who firing at his friend with Klin. Just then, three Avignon gangsters arrived to help in the gunfight. One of them had an AK-74 with GP-30 while another had an UMP with Aimpoint M68. The last gangster fired an OTs-12 Tiss with PK-AV scope at Hidemi and Ethan.
Hidemi and Ethan were shooting it out with two Avignon gangsters with AK-74 and Tiss. Erru had taken a round to the stomach and another to the right arm. “Avignon 4 Life, connards! Fuck you!” Yelled the one who had shot Erru, the one with OTs-12. Erru could feel that she was bleeding as the SP-6 armor-piercing rounds had pierced her Kevlar. She would be killed if the rounds had hit her organs. Hidemi ran into her. “Are you alright?” She asked.
Erru replied with a slow nod, “I’m okay…” She then aimed her MAC-11 at the Avignon with Tiss who shot her. She fired, despite her aim went shaky by her wound and she hit the gangster with Tiss in the stomach, chest plate then in the throat. He was dead before he hit the floor. Erru bitterly grinned at her enemies, “That’s payback for you, slovoch…” Hidemi helped her to get up.
The Avignon with Galil MAR dropped his carbine after it had ran out of ammo and he took the OTs-12 Tiss from his fallen comrade. He yelled, “Ah, shit. Here comes the heat… the FBI and the Interpol is here!”
The gangster with AIMS scowled, “How the fuck are those guys are know us? Back to the blast…”
The Avignon with AK-74 replied, “I’ll take care of them…” He then fired the GP-30 on his AK-74 at the approaching Interpol agents. He blasted four Interpol agents and wound five more.
Both Hidemi and Gin spotted two more Avignon gangsters and three gangsters in azure clad emerged from a room. One of them fired an Uzi one-handed at Erru while one of the Avignon gangsters fired a HK33A3 at Ethan. The second one had two MP7A1s blazing and he nailed an Interpol agent in the chest as he pressed the trigger. “That must be another gang member. Why they involved with the Avignon?” Hidemi thought.
The other gangster with azure clad fired an MTAR-21 9mm with Aimpoint CompM3. He hit two Interpol agents who tried to enter the airport and wounding two more. The second Avignon who arrived fired a SPAS-12 and he blasted an Interpol agent in the stomach. He then fired again on him, splitting his head like a watermelon.
Ethan looked at one of the Interpol agent. He asked her, “Who the hell are those gangsters in azure clad, Roswitha?”
Roswitha answered, “Shit, They’re Auvergne gangster! They have a meeting with the Avignon before the shootout. We have been tried to arrest some of their key members in France but the Chechen Mafia were backed them.”
Erru asked back, “France? Since when the Auvergne has relation with the Chechen Mafia?”
Roswitha replied, she held a MP5A3, “Yeah, out intel can prove it. Oh, fuck. You’ve been shot, Natake.” She looked at Erru in concern. She replied with a frown, “I’m okay, Spades. Just don’t worry about me. Worry about these fuckers on the front.”
Roswitha sighed with a smile, “Yeah, sure…” She fired her MP5A3 at the Avignon with UMP but he managed to take cover. The Avignon with HK33A3 hollered at him, “Come on, motherfucker! We need to carry him safely! Those connards were tougher than the Odavente assholes!” He let off ten rounds and he killed two Interpol agents with headshots. Gin fired his TAR-21 at the Avignon with HK33A3. Two rounds hit him in the shoulder but he took off after that.
An unarmed Auvergne yelled, “Can I have a gun to waste these motherfuckers? This shit is too tight!”
The other Auvergne looked at him, saying, “Look, dawg. You ain’t need to shoot anybody, Sky. Don’t shoot somebody and everybody will see you as an innocent-” His words were cut as Erru fired her SA58 OSW and she hit the Avignon with UMP in the head. The guy feel, his brains hanging out of the exit wound in his skull. The Auvergne with MTAR-21 9mm barked, “Fuck. Now you have your wish!” He handed the rapper his MTAR-21 9mm while he took an M4A1 from a dead Interpol agent. His gun had an EoTech 554 Holographic sight and a vertical grip. He cried at Sky, “Now shoot everybody who tried to stop us! Don’t stop firing or we’re dead!” Sky nodded at him and he began lay fire at the Interpol agents who firing on him. He wounded two of them and killed another with a headshot.
The Avignon with HK33A3 warned the other, “More Interpol on the right! They tried to flank us!” The Auvergne with M4A1 spotted them and fired. He killed three Interpol agents. Sky fired his MTAR-21 9mm on the remaining Interpol and he caught three of them. Two of them were dropped right away while the other one was lies wounded. The Avignon with AK-74 finished him off with four shots to the head and brains oozed from the skull. He then emptied the remaining rounds in his AK-74 at Erru’s colleagues and got two of them with headshots.
Hidemi fired her HK416 and she took out the Auvergne with MP7s with four shots to the sternum. He feel to the floor, he still holding his MP7s as he died. The Avignon with HK33A3 fired back at Hidemi and she was hit in the arm. Gin fired his TAR-21 but he took off after that. The Auvergne with Uzi screamed at Sky, “Head to the runway! We will hold them off!” Sky nodded and he with his bodyguard made a mad dash to the runway. Now it’s the Auvergne with Uzi, the Avignon with HK33A3 remains.
He then took out a RGD-5 grenade and the Auvergne with Uzi told him, “Cook that grenade on these fools who approaching and we can head into the runway! I’ll cover ya!” The Avignon with RGD-5 then throws the grenade while the Auvergne with Uzi provided him with cover fire. He then yelled, “Now… Go!” They then started to ran.
Roswitha alerted the other, “Fuck, grenade!” Her colleagues managed to take cover as the grenade went off. A FBI agent looked around and asked, “Where are they going? If they heading to the front, it’s a suicide for them.”
Erru flatly told him, “Head to the runway… Hurry!”
Ethan looked at her. “Are you sure, Natake?” He asked.
Erru looked at her, grinning, “If we covered the front, the gangster may try to escape via the runway. Either with car or a boat. But we’ll stop them before they do.”
Meanwhile, a Cadillac limousine entered the runway and pulled up. Three gangsters in azure clad got out. One of them, who wore an azure shirt and baseball cap asked Sky who running into him, “What the fuck is going on, dawg? Why you asking me to meet on the runway?” He held an AK with quadstacked-mag and C-More red-dot sight.
The Avignon with OTs-12 Tiss answered, “Shit’s rough. Some Old-fag are hit us on a gang attack and the Feds with the Interpol tried to slit our throats.”
The second Auvergne, who wore a white sweater and jeans snickered, “Man, fuck those boneheads! They just like the Deckers, I ain’t trust if the truce with them will last longer.” He had an azure bandana and a fedora to cover his face. He held two MP5A3s with Beta-C mag.
Sky slyly replied, “These guys will meet us in the gang war, fast or slow…”
The Auvergne with Uzi and the Avignon with HK33A3 emerged from the airport and they ran to Sky. The Auvergne with Uzi told him, “Look, the Feds are heading to the runway from the east.”
The Avignon with OTs-12 frantically said, “Aw, hell no! We’re gonna get the fuck out from here!” He inserted a fresh magazine of SP-6 rounds to his Tiss.
The limo driver, who wore a gray hooded shirt and azure beanie scowled, “Are you fucking sure, man? That doesn’t seem easy…” He had a modified M4A1 with 16’5 barrel, two mags clamped together and Aimpoint CS sight.
Erru and her colleague are arrived at the runway and the Auvergne with M4A1 alerted his friend, “Ah, shit! They’re coming!” He opened fire at the FBI and Interpol, using the limo as cover and he catch three of them in a sweep. The Avignon with HK33A3 fired and he grazed Roswitha in the arm. She hissed in pain, “Oww, fuck!” She fired back.
Hidemi took cover near the jet engine and she reloaded her HK416. She hit the bolt release button and resumed firing at the Auvergne gangsters. The Auvergne with Uzi sprayed at a group of FBI agents until his Uzi went dry. He took out two FBI agents, “Yo, my Uzi’s out!”
The limo driver frankly replied as he fired his M4A1 at Erru, “Grab some guns on the limo!” The Auvergne with the emptied Uzi did that and he took an AS Val with Mepro-21 sight mounted on a rail. He shouted in a surprise, “Holy shit! Where you got that? You took it from Kapić brothers?”
The limo driver didn’t reply as he was still firing his M4A1 at FBI and Interpol agents. He hit two of them in the back as they tried to take cover. The Avignon with SPAS-12 now held an AK-107 with Kobra sight. The Auvergne with Val unleashed 13 rounds per second at everyone in sight. He hit two FBI agents. One of them was killed instantly as two SP-5 rounds hit his throat. The other one was hit in the left leg, the 9x39 rounds pierced his Kevlar vest and hit him in the stomach. As he feel, the Avignon with AK-107 fired and he hit him in the back. Erru screamed, “Bastard! I’ll kill all of you!” She and Ethan noticed that the FBI agent had been wounded by the Avignon and Auvergne gangsters and helped him up, “Hold on, man… Stay with me… Stay alive!”
Hidemi fired her HK416 and she hit the Auvergne with AK in the chest, causing him to gyrate. Gin fired his TAR-21 on him and he hit the gangster in the back. He shook then feels to the asphalt, his eyes closed as he died. The Auvergne with Val screamed, “You lifeless fuckers! That was my friend, chienne!” He and the Avignon with AK-74 fired on the already wounded FBI agent. Despite Ethan and Erru’s attempt to carry the wounded FBI agent to safety, he was hit in a hail of rounds and he feel dead with face first, blood dripping from his mouth.
Erru screamed in shock after she saw that, “NO! You worthless gangster! You’re fucking dead!” She quickly raised her SA58 OSW and she let off twelve rounds at the Avignon gangster who shot the wounded FBI agent. Four of the rounds hit him in the stomach while two more rounds tore his hip and crotch. He tried to regain his balance but Hidemi killed him with two shots to the throat. The gangster feel, his dead eyes staring at the sky. Erru then fired the remaining rounds of her SA58 OSW at the Auvergne with Val but not one rounds hit him. He then shouted at her with sarcasm, “What is it, eh? You still have your old pathetic morals?”
The Avignon with AK-107 fired at Erru but Roswitha fired on him. She hit him in the stomach and he feel, but not dead. The gangster tried to get up but a FBI agent fired and he dropped him with a headshot. He and Erru then fired their guns on Sky who ducked behind cover. He cried as he reloaded his MTAR-21 9mm, “Oww, fuck! Someone took care of those fuckers!”
The Auvergne with Val fired at the FBI agent who firing on Sky, the one who killed the Avignon with AK-107. He hit him in the area where it didn’t protected by his bullet-proof vest. He feel to the asphalt, wailing in pain. Erru ran to him and she said with a smile, “You’ll be okay, you won’t be ended up killed in a ruthless way by these heartless gangsters…” Her words were cut as several rounds whizzed above her head. She peeked to saw the Avignon with AIMS firing on her. He hollered to the Auvergne with Val, “Let’s finish that fuck who iced our homie in a sweep, Nimble!” He referencing to the Avignon with AK-107 who had been killed by the wounded FBI agent.
Nimble then yelled to his friend with MP5A3s, “Boutet, we’re ice that fool who cap our friend and the redhead! Give us suppressing fire here!” His name was Boutet.
Erru gritted her teeth as she reloaded her SA58 OSW and racked it ready. She aimed at the Avignon with AIMS and Nimble and gave them a death glare, “So do you want to play with agent’s lives, and the innocent civilians? Stand down and let them unharmed or I’ll gift a round to the head for you all.”
Boutet replied with a snarl, “Fuck you too, bitch! I’ll do that first on you!” He fired one of his MP5A3s and he cut down two Roswitha’s colleagues and hit three FBI agents wounding two of them and killing another. It didn’t take a second for Erru to realize Boutet are using 7N21 rounds, a hot-loaded version of the 9x19mm. The MP5A3 are modified to fire 7N21 rounds without destroying the weapon by the pressure of the rounds. She alerted the others, “That guy in azure bandana had two MP5A3s loaded with 7N21 rounds! It can pierce body armor than the usual 9x19mm! Be careful when you are engaging him, as I speak.”
Sky screamed as he spraying his MTAR-21 9mm, “Shit! We gotta go! We’re losing too many men!” He hit a FBI agent with M16A4. The other FBI agent dragged him out of the crossfire.
The limo driver replied with a shout, “Use that ‘stuff’ to shred these connards! We cannot leave if they were pounding us!” He returned blind fire and managed to wound two Interpol agents. The Avignon with AIMS finished one of them off as he tried to stand up. He then fired again and he dropped an Interpol agent with an UMP-45 with twelve shots to the torso. He screamed, “Come on! We need suppressing fire!”
Boutet took the ‘stuff’, which is a FN Minimi machine gun from the limo and he emptied the Minimi even two rounds slammed into his stomach. He shredded eight FBI and Interpol agents. He screamed with sarcasm, “Hurry the fuck up! These connards will be fiercer on us!” Sky ran into the limo and he got in the front seat. The limo driver ran to the limo and he fired his M4A1, using the limo as cover. He nailed two FBI agents with headshots before he went to the driver seat.
The Avignon with AIMS ran into the limo as Boutet covered him, he got in the backseat and fired his AIMS from the firing port of the limo. He nailed two FBI agents and wounding another. His friend with OTs-12 took the AK-107 from his fallen comrade after his carbine was ran out of ammo. He sprayed it at anyone who trying to stop him or the crew. He hit two of them. One in the head and the other in the chest. One of them had his brains blown out. The other FBI agent, who armed with a MP5A2 had his Kevlar vest pierced by several 7N22 rounds. He lies on the runway, bleeding. Nimble put him out of his misery with eleven shots to the back. He said with sarcasm, “Now you’re totally fucked up, chienne!” Boutet went to the Limo.
Hidemi and Gin fired at the limo but the Avignon with HK33A3 and Nimble exchanged gunfire with them. The Avignon with AIMS hollered at them, “Yo, we’re sitting ducks if we didn’t leave!” They did and Sky shouted to the driver, “Hit the gas, motherfucker! We’ll clean these assholes!” He fired his MTAR-21 9mm from the limo. He dropped a FBI agent with a Benelli M4 with a shot to the left eye.
Sky flashed a gang sign to insult Hidemi and Gin. The Auvergne with M4A1 hollered, “Have a nice day, bitches! We left some Odavente gangsters with you, lifeless and riddled with rounds!” Gin glared at him as the limo speed away from the scene. Erru informed them, “He won’t know what will happen to him next…”
Roswitha looked at Erru and said, “Hey, I can stop the bleeding and transfuse blood to you. But after that you need to rest for several days.” Erru nodded with a smile. Hidemi then took her iPhone and she called Anokata, “My father has the file on the Ballas. If you are interested, call me back and ask me about that…”
Anokata replied with a grin, “Sure thing, Kir. Those Ball-sackass-niggas would realized this and they’ll cry for war…”
Two hours later after the shootout…
South Soviet Hill, East Hepburn
Paul drove a tuned ’02 CTS. Martin, HBrT, McCrea and the Baller with purple coat rode with him. Martin spoke up, “What the fuck, man? Why the Ho Street decided to rout us on Glen Park when I’m left? Try to make a truce or something?”
HBrT replied with a scowl, “There’s a truce who purposed by the Families and backed by the Aztecas. In fact, that the people who against the treaty, are rolling with us while the people who for the treaty, they are rolling with the Central Hoods. Those guys wore chartreuse and some of them even wore green. Are they Anti-Narcotic? Of course, not. They even have a deal with the Trebizond Cartel and Marabunta Grande for cocaine. Fucking hypocrites…”
McCrea was talking with one of his henchmen on his phone, “Nah. That ain’t right, man. Listen, whatever happens whoever entered out warehouse should be shot in the head. I’ll call you later…” He hangs up the phone. It had Murder Mitten by I See Stars playing. The song was finished and a news came on.
The perpetrators of the gang attack of Odavente Rollerz are still at large; they are believed to be members of the Avignon Avenue and Auvergne Power gang. Even they are escaped Interpol and FBI ambush, leaving many dead. In the other news, we need to check the involvement of the rapper Sky at the shootout, either he pissed again on the FBI or he just trapped in the shootout. Well, I’ll play Sailor’s Prayer by The Devil Wears Prada. For everyone who loves any kinf of Metal, only on 106.66 The Trash!
Paul spoke up after a silence, “Shit, that asshole just involved on that. Ca$h would be pissed on this. Why don’t we guard some coke from the Feds or the Mafioso?”
HBrT replied with a scowl, “Nah, nigga. That’s the problem for every rappers. Bad relationship to the others and shit. Life of every gang-elaborated rapper, homie…” He then light up a Djarum Black Tea cigarette.
Paul laughed, “For sure, dawg…”
McCrea put his phone on his pocket and he informed Martin, “Hey, take me to Morwick in West Hepburn.”
The Baller with purple coat looked at McCrea, “Morwick? Do you live there, player?”
McCrea smiled, “Yeah, the place was belonging to the Irish Mob. They are friendly to you as you do not made trouble to them. Hey if possible, I can hangout with you guys.”
Martin nodded, “Sure thing, player…” His phone rings and he checks the message.
Dawg, we got a problem. Those smartass from the Essex and Flats think they went invisible after they joined with the Dolcetto fuckers. Well, we think they are not. Lalek have a plan to take these assholes out but we need something to cover it to avoid the Feds investigating this job. Have an idea?
It was from Adohalv. Martin replied the message. Several minutes later his phone rings again.
You mean we need to ‘snatch’ some people to cover our gang war? Well that is a good idea. Meet me with my crew at Aspataria on eight to discuss this shit.
Martin grinned and he put his phone back into his pocket. HBrT asked him, “Yo, nigga. What’s that?”
Martin replied, “Yo homie, we got some idiots to hang. Some douches from Essex and Flats try to be invincible like the Bullshit Organization assholes. Still, the latter wasn’t invincible…”
The Baller with purple coat snickered, “The Flats? Shit, these bitches went allied with one of the Sardinian Mafias, the Dolcetto. Then the 84th Hustlers have a bitter rivalry with them. And the Firefly Island Hustlers in LC just backed those bitches with cars and guns. Probably from Tijuana or Ural Mountains.”
McCrea scowled, “North Holland Hustlers? Well, after X’s death, Dwayne took over the drug empire and started to hate anybody who has affiliated with Playboy X. The remaining Hustlers who still loyal to X are formed Firefly Island Hustlers. Elaborating with the North Morava Hustlers in West Hepburn…”
HBrT scorned, “Fuck these Fake Husk-ass niggas, these coke stealer can go fuck themselves before we’ll iced these fools! Still, do you know this woman?”
Paul looked at him, “Who?” He asked.
HBrT sighed but he continued, “Miyazaki Haruna.”
McCrea added with a scowl, “Miya? I know that bitch. She tried to arrest several Irish and Russian mobsters behind the ‘White Meth’, though the Poles and Latvian mobsters are untouched by this.”
The Baller with purple coat asked him, “How about the Mafioso then?”
McCrea snickered, “Well, some of them are involved. Like Ascoli, Zettici, and Carosi from the Seven Families and DiMarco with Carbo crime family. The Ambulance also involved on this too, especially the Lutsenko and Popova Bratva.”
Paul took out a West Duo cigarette, “Street gangs?”
McCrea chuckled, “Shit its worse. The Benevolent Crew, Postoronnim, Volya, Loyalty Frgt, Varangian Guard gang, the Deadbeats, 47% Hit gang and many more.”
HBrT then looked at McCrea, “Why these people are looking for the white meth? The blue meth is expensive in the black market.”
McCrea told him, “It’s a very high valuable stuff. Roughly, the meth priced at 6 million dollars but the price skyrockets after the raid by Indonesian police. Made in Indonesia but it’s a shitty luck for everybody who owns it… If we own the stuff and we sold it ASAP, then we’ll be rich for sure!”
Martin nodded, “For sure, homie… Balla 4 Life…” His phone rings and he checks the message.
Hola amigo, it’s Allende. We worked on the snow white together. Gabe promised for you and said you were real reliable and trustworthy. If you need some extra cash drop by place in Banarec Island. I'm out in Central Geota. Come see me.
Martin grinned, “Back to the top…”
Later that night.
Central Białogard, Beika
Radek and a Strelets gangster are watching a house from a ’85 Bonneville. The Strelets gangster had an Uzi on his lap. He asked Radek, “What’s our target this time? I don’t like that house, dawg? That looks like the house from Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes.”
Radek scowled, “We got that fuck who talking shit about us, the Kudo Family. These fuckers are helped the swagcops to arrest our crew. Of course we don’t give a fuck on them and we’ll send these assholes to the other side with force…” He took a Dunhill Switch cigarette and he lit it.
The Strelets with Uzi looked at the Kudo’s house, his Uzi on hand. “So what do you got, eh?” He asked.
Radek told him, “We’ll plant explosive on that snitch-ass motherfucker who talking shit about us and set it off to teach them a lesson. He was writing shit about the Lords and the Bulgarian mob in Liberty City.”
The Strelets with Uzi raised an eyebrow, “You mean Kudou? Wait, why the Kudou family members are writing shit about the Spanish Lords and the Balev Bratva?”
Radek crushed the crystal ball on the filter and took a hit, “That’s for a reason. The Balev’s hitman, Valov has a personal problem with Yukiko’s son. Try to uncover his activity with the 87th Street and the arms dealer around Liberty City. As for the Spanish Lord, he decided to crack down their cocaine operation in Beika. Possibly, there are some rats from the Feds or the other gang inside the Lords. Except Hector, Manuel and Guzman.”
The Strelets with Uzi grinned, “Shinichi, eh? I know that punk-ass motherfucker. He’s a famous high school detective from Teitan. But he’s a total sellout to us. Word is there is a redheaded girl from Florida who protects him. Like a guardian-fucking-angel.”
Radek looked at him, “Who?”
The Strelets with Uzi sighed, “Erru, Erru Natake. That redhead who encountered with you yesterday.” He racked his Uzi ready.
Radek scoffed, “Natake? I know that pale-face fuck. That redhead girl is just a fan of Poirot and Sherlock. The worst thing is, she and her parents are FBI agents. I’ve encountered her when the n00bside are attacked us, can’t think what happen if we meet with her parents, Kinzie and Michael. It’ll be messy. Worse than we meet with Westside in a fucked up deal with Trico Boyz.”
The Strelets with Uzi replied with sarcasm, “Poirot and Sherlock ain’t match for Studen. Even Lukin also can beat those sorry-ass bitches out. Chill the fuck up, homie. We got a shit-ton of weapons to hold these pussies out. Those guys cannot touch our armorer, Yadro because he’s always two steps ahead of them despite he was crippled. And the Balev Pakhan, Grozdan decided to pissed the Kudo off by snatch their children, Shinichi. You need to call him first if you want to join this ‘snatch & grab’.”
Radek looked at him, “Well, how about our Vŭtreshna Krŭgŭt then?” He asked.
The Strelets with Uzi took a stick of Dunhill Switch cigarette. “Well, we cut some motherfucker’s throat who decided to snitch on us. The Gorbunov family also started to aid us facing the Feds. If they started to do some shit, we’ll iced them twice.” He replied. Just then, two Strelets gang members jumped the house wall. One of them held a MP5K while the other one held a Glock. They went to the car and Radek asked them, “The stuff planted?”
The Strelets with Glock 23, “Yeah, it’ll go off anytime...” He then hands Radek a clacker and he pulled the clacker, they heard an explosion from the Kudo house, and this brought a grin to his face. The Strelets with MP5K hollered, “One down, more motherfuckers need to be iced! Let’s roll, dawg!” The Bonneville then leaves the scene. -
Chapter 2, Part 1
So here’s the chapter 2 of Syndicate, Gangster and Angel. Enjoy…
Chapter 2: Vow for War
Hidemi
The next day…
Western Beachgate Park, Beika
Hidemi got dressed after she has a shower. She put on an emerald green hooded jacket up shirt over a gray T-shirt and a track pants. She went to the living room to see Gin, Veronica and an Alleviant gangster sitting on the couch. She was surprised to saw the Alleviant gangster there. “Where’s Ernest? I thought he was still sleeping on his room.” Hidemi asked him.
The gangster answered, “He went out. Got something to deal with the gang. He’ll back.” Hidemi sat next to him and they watched news on the TV.
“The conflict between the Angels of Death and Westside Rollerz come to a head, this time at a party in the North Henequen area in Beika. Four unidentified gunmen believed to be members of the Westside Rollerz opened fire on an unsuspecting party of their rival gang, Angels of Death, believed to be retaliation for the attack in yesterday afternoon. Police suspect it may have been related to the brutal assault of the man known as Luka who had AOD initials carved in his forehead. Twelve Angels bikers were killed in the shooting that ensued and ten were wounded. Police have no leads on the suspects.”
“That why the Westside Rollerz hated the Angels so bad… Blood paid blood…” Hidemi thought darkly.
Veronica spoke up, “Seriously, I don’t think the Deadbeats do that to the Westside. Probably it’s a ‘frame job’ from the other faction of the Rollerz.” Hidemi nodded at her.
The Alleviant gangster sighed, “Probably the perpetrators tried to drag the Deadbeats to the Rollerz civil war. Either the Northside, Corner or Odavente…” Another news came up.
“Meanwhile, many citizens around Beika and Hepburn saw many gangsters used military-grade weapons and SUVs to carrying out Drive-Bys. From the Loyalty Frgt in the south of Cardiac Heights, Wizerit Boys who battling the Varangian Guard gang, Hotel Poznan who hammering the Crooked House badly with their execution-style killing, Northside against the Vandals in the East Hepburn, the gangsters in lust blood aka Lucerne Hoodz, the Sharks aka the Streetwannabe’s and the Auvergne Power. In addition, citizens also saw several Israeli X95s in hands of Serdce gangsters and 84th Hustlers whom to guard their crib. On Tollburg, there’s an organized gang who wore azure clad and oppressed their archenemies, the Deckers. The Auvergne Power aka the Enraged Soldier in Azure.”
The Alleviant gangster snickered, “So these big boys are making it to the top, eh? While the Deckers started to fall apart? Fall from Grace…”
Gin looked at him, “These guys have a lot problem. From the street gang to the Chechen Mafias.” He said, referencing to the Deckers gang.
An Auvergne member with an azure sweater and black bandana crossed his hands, “I tell ya what, you ain’t an Auvergne if you ain’t wore azure. Load your gun and say goodbye to the Dickheads. Bam bam bam!” He pulled a Glock 17 and he racked it ready.
“The Auvergne was the fiercest gang in Tollburg, following by the Latvian organized gang, the Zeps Boys in the second and the Tellier Park on the third place. Auvergne Power was hated the Deckers for a long time since 2000s. The Auvergne will prosecute anyone who wore gray clothing and vice versa. Why the Auvergne hated the Deckers? Why did they ever do anybody?”
The Alleviant gangster turned the TV off. He scoffed, “Because those fools started a pointless scuffle and always getting hammered by the Auvergne.”
Gin laughed to hear that, “And they are started to fell apart. Karma for being a bitch on everyone.” Two Alleviant gangsters entered Hidemi’s house. One of them wore a blue sweater and gray pant while the other one wore a yellow t-shirt.
Hidemi asked the Alleviant with blue sweater, “Where you been, Ernest?”
Ernest snickered, “Visiting an old friend with Sreten…” He referencing to an Alleviant with yellow t-shirt. Ernest took two weapons from a wardrobe and put it on the table. It was an OTs-14-4A Groza and an AKM. Sreten commented, "That's what we call the bug spray for Deadbeats. In the case these motherfuckers are attacking us, use it.”
Hidemi smirked, “Don’t worry, Sreten. Those Deadbeats will lay dead on the ground before they could lay their hand on us.” Ernest tossed her a can of soda from the refrigerator. Hidemi took a sip and she put the soda can down on the table.
Sreten and the Alleviant with yellow sweater started to smoke. “Can you put that out? Don’t you know that’s bad for you?” Hidemi ordered at them. Sreten did and he said with sarcasm, “Yeaaaaaaahhh… Smoking cigarettes is the leading cause of cancer. They say you lose years off your life with every cigarette you smoke. What a bullshit…”
Hidemi sincerely replied, “Well, that’s the truth…”
The Alleviant with yellow sweater scowled, “Whatever… You just like the others, hating smokers for no reason. Fuck you then.” Sreten sat down next to Veronica and he looked at his phone.
Hidemi shook her head, “No, I didn’t hate you. I just scold you to not smoking here. Okay?” She told the Alleviant with yellow sweater.
Sreten took his phone and said with sarcasm, “What-the-fuck-ever, dawg. Don’t gent insulted. I just smoke to chill up my mind.” His expression turned angry as he looked over his phone, “Are you fucking kidding me…? Where…” Sreten get into his feet and he hollered at his crew, “Alight, comrades. All of you, let’s go. Let’s go! Our homies are getting jumped.”
Hidemi shot Sreten a surprised look. “Where? I want to know about that.” She asked.
The Alleviant with black beanie shouted as they head outside, “We got some Deadbeats to fuck up today!” He took the Groza before he got out from the house.
Ernest took the AKM. He sighed in frustration, “Aw, screw you Sreten…” He then heads outside. Veronica looked at the gangsters, “What’s wrong with them?” She asked. She took the soda and she drinks it.
Hidemi answered her question with a scoff, “We got many shitheads to deal with. From the Russians to the Angels of Death.”
This raised Veronica’s suspicion, “Russians? I thought the Serb mobsters were dominant in Hepburn. From Azov Bratva, Vuvić Clan, Racek’s crew, Dimanenko Bratva, Izhevsk Bratva and Borjan clan”
Hidemi corrected her, “Azov Bratva, Dimanenko Bratva and Izhevsk Bratva is actually Russian Bratva, not Serbian mafia. Vuvić Clan, Racek’s crew and Borjan Clan indeed are Serbian mafia.”
Veronica blushed, “Sorry about that. Then how about this rapper’s manager?”
Hidemi explained, “Dubois Barreau aka Chercheur De Décibels, this guy’s the manager of the rapper Sky Hour. This guy has relation to Auvergne Power. Majority of the members on this gang are French but I saw some of them are Eastern European and African American. Their territory is around Tollburg but some people also saw them in southern part of West Hepburn. Their colors are azure they have a bitter rivalry with the Deckers. Dubois also has relation to the Russian mobsters, especially the Izhevsk Bratva…” She looked at her iPhone before she looked back at Veronica, “Do you want to go with us?” She asked.
Veronica flatly replied, “I think not, Hidemi… Take care…”
Hidemi got up from the sofa and she went to her car, a tuned Mercedes Benz E Class that parked in the garage. Gin got into the passenger seat and they drive off.
Adler, Beika
The car stopped near a restaurant in Adler. “Pick Amontillado here first. She wanted to hang out with us after we pick up your parents.” Gin told her.
Hidemi replied with a nod, “Sure…” Just then Erru emerged from the restaurant. She wore a dark jacket with a gray girl’s tank underneath. She got in the right back seat. Gin asked her, “What do you got from the 84th, Amontillado?”
Erru replied with a smile, “Since I infiltrated the 84th Hustlers with Bourbon, I’ve hide my red hair to make them did not suspicious to me. These players were flashy, they wore flashy coats and baggy pants but some of them have wear Harlequin clad. They have problems with the FBI for drug trade and the Flats for Rap Wars. Word is, the 84th Hustlers are outgunned the FBI with their newest firearms. Trying to get revenge on my colleagues for their raids.”
Hidemi looked at Erru and asked, “What kind of new firearms?”
Erru told her, “Mainly Warsaw Pact weapons, like AK-74s issued for front line sector, VSS Vintorez for clandestine operation against their rival, and various weapon on their crib. They also use Tavor TAR-21s and LR-300s for their ‘killing floor’ division, the Avanti Brigade. I suspect that they got the weapons from ‘Vorobey’; his real name is Anatoly Fedotov. The 84th Hustlers also started to wore military-grade armor like 6B43, IBA, and RRV. I also saw some of them are held Israeli X95s”
Gin looked at Erru and asked, “How about their vehicles, Amontillado?”
Erru replied with a flat tone, “These players used pimped European cars and SUVs, like Dodge Magnum and 300C SRT-8. They often color it with their gang colors. Bling-bling and shit, these guys also wore some expensive necklaces. Those guys also like hip-hop music, especially rap. In addition, they always cranked their sound system to the max and many people pissed off on them because that. Those gangsters also dissed choir and orchestra, simply because they think it is not worth playing it than the rap. Honestly, I disliked rap but like chorus and orchestra because rap always talking shit about someone…”
Gin then looked at Hidemi before they turned to Erru. “They called me as Ethanol. Just like the Crooked House who called me as Williams while you called me as Amontillado. But now those guys are hammered badly by the Hotel Poznan and the Sedem Mafioti.” She added.
This aroused Hidemi’s curious. “What happen with the Crooked House?” She asked Erru.
Erru told her with a dark tone, “Some of the Crooked House gangsters are defected to the Krasnaya Metka while the other are getting killed by the Hotel Poznan. Every day, five until ten Crooked House member had been shot in Beika. Execution-style killing with shot them on their back of the head in point-blank range. They feel like flies. Nowadays, the Sedem Mafioti is feeling into a civil war. There are three factions, the Balev, Hriskov and the Bachev Bratva.”
Gin interested with her story and asked, “Did the other factions are involved in the civil war?”
Erru took several photos from her jacket. “Of course, Gin. The Balev Bratva is allied with the Turkish mafia and Russian Bratva whiles the Hriskov Bratva who aligned with the Serbian and Estonian mafia, and the Bachev who aligned with the Czerwona Strzałka and the fanatical Volya. From the Turkish is Avni, Budak and Kiraz crime family while the Russian mobster who aligned with Balev Bratva is Anokhin, Pashkov and Fokin Bratva. The Serb who allied with the Hriskov is Đorđević, Adžić, Glođević and Kurjak clan while the Estonian mobsters who aligned with the Hriskov are Kapp and Vaino family. The Czerwona Strzałka is a group consisting of several Polish mobsters, which some of them is in a war against the Israeli mob and the Albanians.” She told him.
Hidemi listened to her story, she had a frown on her face. She asked Erru, “Can you explain about the Polish mob and the Volya?”
Erru replied with a smile, “The Polish mafia in Beika and Hepburn are divided to three factions. Namely, the Czerwona Strzałka then the Strzelcy Ties. The other Polish organized gang who famous are the Rogala clan. As for the Volya, shit… Those guys are extremely loyal to their comrades and will sacrifice their life for it. An intense fanatism in the mind of these soldier-gangsters. No turning back, they are held their position and kept firing on their enemies until their death. Some of them even kept firing their weapons despite they had grievous wound on their body. This same fervor also prevents us to capturing a Volya gang member, especially high-rank members and OGs. If taken into custody, the arrested Volya gangster will commit suicide in any way possible. Alternatively, if we prevent it, their rival gang or their own friend will kill them. The latter has no honor…”
Hidemi shook her head, “A true fanatic without a cause…” The song was interrupted by a breaking news.
Breaking news: The Alleviant are attacked the Angels of Death in an open warfare. Currently, the Alleviant outguns the Deadbeats, despite their number. We still need confirmation about where the gang war happened. This is Mark Robert with a breaking news report.
Hidemi shook her head in anger after she heard that, “Damn you Sreten… Why you don’t invite me at that?” The radio had Betrayal by The Berzerker playing. Gin shot Hidemi a surprised look, “Kir? Are you like Industrial Grind?”
Hidemi nodded and Gin sighed, “Whatever…” After the song ended a news report came on.
This is Richard Crane at News live at a mass murder. This time in a harbor in Beika, there are multiple dead bodies and the police are still looking for any clues to the murder. The majority of the dead members are Dolcetto Mafioso and Northside Rollerz. The other thugs were the Zettici Family. There were the members of a Hispanic gang who wore dye and gold clad. Either the Aztecas or the other gangs are involved in the mass murder.
Hidemi listened to the details on the radio. Have the Aztecas started to smuggle drugs just like Vagos and the Rifas? Or the reporter are stupid enough to mistaken Aztecas for the Sepulcros… She thought darkly. Her iPhone rings and she pick it up. “Kir, looks like we’ll change the plan. The Ancelotti are neutral toward us after I meet with one of their members and now the Ancelotti are tried to defend themselves from the Zettici crime family. They’re using a private airport as their front to store their weapons after taking it over. And they are getting slaughtered with the Dolcetto and the NR by the Sepulcros. Did you hear the news?” It was the Anokata.
Hidemi snickered, “I’ve just heard it. Which private airport are they used?”
Anokata told her, “Well, I think the private airport is in East Hepburn. The Norman Casiley Airport. I’ll tell ya when we’ll whack them.”
Hidemi smiled, “Sure thing, Walker… Stay safe…” She then hangs up her iPhone and put it on her jacket. She then leaves the area.
Ardent Airport, Beika
Hidemi pulled her tuned E Class near the airport and she asked Erru, “You stay in the car or you follow us, eh?”
Erru flatly replied, “I think it’s better to follow you.” Hidemi gave her a smile and they got out. They head to the main terminal and Erru spoke up, “Six months after my sister’s death…”
Hidemi looked at the redhead, she had a serious look on her face. “Hey, what happen to your sis?” She asked.
Erru grinned, “My sister is an aspiring writer. She likes mystery and gangster novel. She went popular after she wrote a novel about Ballas, North Holland Hustlers and Rifas gang, leading my parents and their colleagues to arrest the main key of both gangs.” Her grin fades and Hidemi asked her, “What happen then? Why your expression so unusual?”
Erru took a deep breath and she told Hidemi, “That also caused her to lose her life… She was killed in a gang war between Ballas, the fanatical Volya and the Flats.”
Hidemi patted Erru’s shoulder to comfort her, “Do not worry, Natake. We will take them down…”
Erru replied with a nod, “Thanks, Hidemi…”
Meanwhile…
There’s three African-Americans in purple clad who waiting inside the airport. They were the member of the Ballas. One of them, who wore a gray sweater and a purple bandana on his head mumbled, “Why should we wore purple? It possible that somebody will call the cops for sure!”
Another Baller, with a purple hooded jacket snickered at his friend with gray sweater, “Shut the fuck up, nigga. Even we are wearing purple; these motherfuckers will not recognized us. Just chill, Paul.”
Paul sighed but said, “Don’t worry, bro. I got this, HBrT…”
The other Baller, who wore a purple coat told them, “Here they are…” He refers to two Ballers who emerged from the Arrival Terminal. One of them wore a chore coat and black jeans. He also had a black beanie on his head. He greeted Paul, “Hey, how long we didn’t meet, playa?”
Paul shook his hand with him, “Since ’98, B-Dup. Fucked up, all fucked up. Our OGs was dead by these motherfuckers from the CIA and the Husk-ass niggas. Hey, who’s that guy?” He asked, referencing to the Baller with a purple sweater and a hat that tilted sideways. His race is Caucasian while B-Dup is African American.
Dup looked at the Baller in purple sweater. “So that gangster is Martin. He is one of the OGs beside me, Vickel, Derrick and Crow-Busta. He currently lives in Hove Beach in Broker.” He told Paul.
This raised Paul’s suspicion, “Mack? Shit, what is he doing there? Trying to ice these idiots who tried to steal our sugar?” He referencing to Crow-Busta.
B-Dup replied with a nod, “Possibly…”
The Baller with purple coat reminded his friends, “Money, I got some friends who want to introduce themselves. They also involved on the deal on here too.”
Martin laughed, “Sure thing, dawg. Those guys are backed us and vice versa.” Just then, four gangsters approached them. Three of them wore orange and blue clad while the last one wore a brown shirt. One of them, who wore a blue hoodie greeted Martin and his crew, “Bienvenüe, homie? I’m Gabe.”
Paul shakes hand with Gabe and introduced B-Dup and himself, “I’m Paul and this is B-Dup. aka Mark Wayne.”
Gabe nodded and he then looked at his crew, “That’s my uncle, Heinrich Amsel. This is my right hand man, Rody aka Adohalv…” He referencing to the man with orange shirt and another with blue coat respectively.
Martin chuckled, “Rody? I know him while I’m in Florida, dawg…”
Amsel laughed at Martin and said, “Sometime I was called Kaiser, sometime Heinrich. Up to you, dawg…”
The man with brown shirt then introduced himself, “McCrea. My full name is Kevin McCrea. An Irish Mob high member from LC.”
Martin nodded and said, “Liberty City? I know that, from drug trafficking to gang warfare, you can see it all. That’s because I’m live there…”
Paul asked Gabe, “Yo, why these motherfuckers from the Dolcetto tried to slit out throats. Are we do anything wrong to them?”
Adohalv nodded and replied, “That’s why we hate them. The Dolcetto motherfuckers have a bad relation with the majority of the Seven Families. Ascoli, Udinesi and the Bitossi Family. However, they were sided with one of the Proklyataya Al'yans. The Pyrin Bratva.”
This raised Paul’s suspicion. He asked back, “The Pyrin? How about the Izhevsk?”
Amsel replied with a snicker, “Izhevsk? Shit, I still trusted them but some slovoch just separated from the Izhevsk and joined the Ovechkin’s Pact. The members of the pact are Ryabov, Rogov, Lukin, Ovechkin and Pashkov Bratva. I even don’t know if Izhevsk is still exist or not.”
Martin interrupted, “Is that all?”
Amsel snickered, “Well, We also have problem with the Turdyev and Sziler family for drug trade. Snow and White…”
Martin sighed, “Turdyev? I know them… Those people controlled the cocaine trade in Florida from 2013. Say, do you guys use Kalashnikov like ours?”
Adohalv replied with a laugh, “Well, we used good old Kalashnikovs, VALs, RPGs, Strela-3s, 9A-91, Igla-S and Dragunovs.”
Paul looked at Adohalv, “You guys probably acquired the vast Soviet arsenal with Torgovets’ help, don’t you?”
Gabe told him, “Sure, Of all the weapons in the vast Soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947. More commonly known as the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle. A weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It'll shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do. The Soviets put the gun on a coin. Mozambique put it on their flag. Since the end of the Cold War, the Kalashnikov has become the Russian people's greatest export. After that comes vodka, caviar, and suicidal novelists. One thing is for sure, no one was lining up to buy their cars.”
Martin listened to his story and replied, “That’s for sure. So you guys have many enemies just like us?”
Adohalv told him, “Got many enemies to deal with. From the Cherno Kanya, The Flats, some of the Slovene mobsters, The Commission in Liberty City and the cracked faction of the Rollerz. Excluding the Corner because we’ve sided with them.”
Dup cynically laughed, “Yours better. Our gang is facing the Ho Street, the Aztecas, Los Sepulcros and many others in LS while we face Firefly Island Hustlers, AOD, and some Polish gangsters in Liberty City. Florida? Hell, it’s worst. Volodin, the M.O.B, The Alley Hustlers, Largo Park Creepers, Volya and the Sziler Family are our fiercest enemies.”
Martin asked Gabe, “So, who’s the buyer of the stuff?”
McCrea looked at Martin, “Allende. He’s a drug kingpin from south Venezuela. Word is he would buy China White and Georgia Brown for a lot of cash today.” He told him.
Paul looked at McCrea and asked, “Allende? Do you know him?”
Amsel told him, “He’s one of the powerful drug lords in the South Americas. Using the situation as his advantage. A lot people wanted to be him but there’s a lot of people who wanted him dead too. From his rival, The Commission in Liberty City, The Graves in Los Santos, and the Latvian mob here. Not including the law enforcement because they wanted him alive…”
Martin snickered, “The Graves? I didn’t encounter them in Florida.”
Adohalv looked at him and said, “Actually, the Graves was a part of the Aztecas. But in the 1996, they clandestinely smuggling drugs from Europe to Los Santos and Liberty City. Things going to loose as the Graves did not wear aqua clad anymore and the Aztecas marked them as traitors. Now they wore dye clad. They also have a relationship with the Vagos, but one day the Sepulcros decided to took the drugs for themselves, pissing them off. You may do not know about the Sepulcros because you did not encounter them in Florida. Ask Paul about that.”
Martin nodded, “That’s why the Vagos hated the Graves so bad… Some of my crew was decided to play rough. They were anti-narcotics and they ain’t wore purple anymore. They wore black clad. And they are affiliated with the Feds motherfuckers. The Bullshit Organization aka Toulouse Heights Crew.”
Paul scoffed, “Ho Street? Some of them are dealing drugs. Fucking hypocrites.”
Amsel nodded, “Ja, but those guys are marked for death by the Families. No drugs on the hood bullshit. I bet that they have tried it once. Meanwhile, I just set a deal with an Indonesian gang named ‘The Hoods’ to buy several cars and firearms from them, mainly Pindad firearms. The deal will be conducted several days later.”
The Baller with purple coat asked Amsel, “You know the Irish gangster?” He was referring to McCrea.
Martin told him, “He’s one of the prominent figures of the Irish Mob in Liberty City. The McRearys. After the death of Jimmy Pegorino, the Irish Mob reclaimed back their territory and they’re the strongest organized gang beside the Commission and the Petrovic Bratva.”
B Dup looked at him and asked, “Petrovic? What happen with the Rascalov and Bulgarin Bratva?”
Adohalv cackled, “Bulgarin blow himself up on his personal jet while Dimitri had a hole on his each kneecaps and another on his head at Platypus along with his henchmen while they tried to escape to Russia using the Platypus. This leads to the dissolution of the both of the Bratvas and paved Kenny to be the strongest of the Russian Bratva in Liberty City.” They are arrived on the hangar where the deal are held. There’s several Vandals gangsters, who had their weapons out and Allende with his henchmen. His bodyguards are armed with M4A1s while he had a .44 Desert Eagle. Adohalv commented, “High rollers… I even issued M4A1 only to the Vandals OGs.”
Gabe looked at his van which guarded by four Vandals gangsters. They armed with 9A-91s and X95Ls. Paul joked, “Shit, these guys still must be hardened soldiers…”
Amsel laughed, “For sure, player… Those guys are ex-SEAL elite troops.”
Allende looked at the buyers and spoke up, “You brought the Brown and the White, si?”
Gabe opened the back of the van. “Just like I said, ese. Thirty kilos and pure. You got the green, dawg?” He asked Allende. His men headed into a car, a ’05 Corvette C6. "Unmarked bills. There's five million there. It’s a bit more than it’s worth but hey, I'm a generous guy eh? Okay, me and my guys will take the van. You can take the car. I can buy ten more of these." He said. Adohalv nodded.
Gabe shaking hands with Allende, “It’s a pleasure to do deal with you, Mr. Allende. We can do this again next time…” He then turned to his crew, “Can someone drive this car to the crib?”
HBrT scowled, “Not me, please. I got problem with the Feds before so I won’t risking my ass to drive a car filled with drug money.”
Gabe shot him a funny look, “What did you do on them, dawg? Shoot them?”
Adohalv told him, “No, we just blasted the Northside and Westside who trying to snatch the Strelets’ arsenal. Moreover, looks like the Deadbeats attacked them while we were retreating with HBrT’s coke. We need some place to offload the coke, and then sold it to someone else. Shit’s fucked up right here… Looks like the coke are cursed…”
Gabe replied with a nod, “Alright. See you in the crib. Ado you can take the car. We can split the money later.” They split up.
Ten minutes later…
Martin and his friend are inside the airport and McCrea joined them. The Baller with purple coat looked at Martin, “Shit, the Ho Street motherfuckers are giving us heat. These hypocrites’ niggas just tried to push us down with the help of the Aztecas.” He told him.
Martin replied, “That’s could be intense for a gang war. Say, what happen to Kilo Trays while I’m left to Florida?” He asked the other.
Paul answered with a snicker, “Kilo Trays? Shit, that set just dissolved four months after you left LS. Now there’s several gangs who taken the Kilo Tray turf as their own but the Front Yard Balla are still rolling. Then the Temple Drive Ballas is back and we expanded further to the south. Better than our crew who imprisoned by that writer’s sister and her parents…”
Martin glanced at Paul and asked, “Who?”
Paul sighed but said, “Well, there’s a writer who writing shit about us, the North Holland Hustlers and the Rifas in Florida, causing the Feds to arrest the key member of the both gangs. Still, hope that her parent wouldn’t realize that we’ve involved on that ‘cursed’ shootout…”
Martin chuckled, “Don’t remind me about that shit, dawg. She’ll make our day just like in Hell.”
HBrT hollered after he heard that, “Don’t worry about that shit, nigga! That bitch’s dead and we only concerned about the Ho Street and the Fake-ass niggas.”
Erru, Hidemi and Gin are walking inside the airport. They has meet with Hidemi’s parent and her parents decided to go to her house on their own. “What would you do on the Guma’s crew?” Erru asked.
Hidemi flatly replied, “Honestly, Erru. We would catch some of the Guma’s crew if the Borjan Clan aren’t allied with them. Those mobsters are issued with high-end military-grade weaponry to outgun their rival mob and the cops. Even the Feds also outgunned by the Borjan Clan.”
Erru interrupted her talk and ordered, “Pull your gun out, both of you.”
Gin looked at her. “Why?” He asked.
Erru pointed at Martin and his crew whom walking towards them, “Look at these guys in purple clad. They’re catching my attention.”
Hidemi looked at them and said with a serious tone, “It’s the Ballas. Why those guys are exposing themselves to the public with wore their color? Trying to start another gang war?”
Gin coldly replied, “I don’t know. Maybe those guys have no life…”
Martin looked at Paul and asked, “Man, why don’t we sell that ‘cursed’ snow to lose heat?”
HBrT scowled, “Shit, too many fools who wanted the snow. From the Deadbeats to the Graves. Look, I’ll call ya if I found a buyer for this snow.”
Paul noticed Erru, Hidemi and Gin are watched him in suspicion. He told the other, “Check that out, somebody watching us…”
HBrT looked at Erru in concern. “Nigga, I know that redhead girl. She tried to arrest me in a gang war against the Northside and Westside. I ain’t want to back to the pen…” He told them and Martin sighed, “She won’t notice us, dawg. Just keep walking and don’t do something suspicious…”
Paul then looked at Martin and said, “Alright nigga, if that redhead does some shit, you’ll know the rest…”
Martin replied with a sigh, “Okay…”
The gangster kept walking towards Erru and her friend. “Stop!” She ordered them, she holding out her arms and blocking their path. Paul sighed in frustration, “Ah, shit… Here we go….”
McCrea told them, “If something went sour, cap that redhead with her friends and guns blazing…”
HBrT chuckled, “I got that shit, dawg…”
The Baller with purple coat asked Erru with a flat tone to avoid suspicion, “What is it, homie? Why you blocking our way?”
Erru crossed her arms, glaring at the Baller who spoke. "I have reason to believe you are involved in illegal activity. What are you doing on the hangar?" She stood her ground as Hidemi and Gin watched the Ballas gangsters in suspicion. "I'm not moving until you give me an explanation that alleviates the aforementioned suspicion..." She stared coldly ahead, her adrenaline having calmed and her lips pressed tightly together in an ambiguous expression.
The Baller with purple coat casually replied to avoid suspicion from Erru, Hidemi and Gin, “Easy, homie. There’s a misunderstanding about us. We didn’t do anything suspicious, we just place some tuned cars on the hangar to load some stuff.”
Ethan emerged in front of his daughter, he held a harddisk. “Unfortunately, that thing which your friend said is a lie. If you didn’t say the truth, then this is the last time you breathe a fresh air before you guys went to prison. I have several evidences against your gang.” He said in a serious tone.
Martin stared at the hardware in shock, “Man, that mark-ass fuck had the evidence on us…”
Erru smirked at Martin, “Now if you do not want to watch that secret stuff are leaked to the Feds, then I’ll suggest you to told us what are you did on the hangar. We’ll keep the secret of this hardware, as long as you didn’t decide to take innocent lives for your pointless reasons.”
Martin scorned at her, “Listen up, you trash talking fuck. I don’t give a fuck for what are you saying. Open your fucking eyes, you fucking bitch. Everybody tried to kill everybody only because they went insane.”
Erru took offense and smiled. “Look, you don’t need to harshly say that. If you honest and tell me what are you did, I’ll go easy on you… But if you lie, then it your last time to…” She sincerely said but HBrT harshly snapped her words, “Last time to what? Don’t think we didn’t know you, motherfucker… Everybody in this city is sick of you thinking you're all that and your punk ass values about lives… Not even a moralist would survive a gang war. Even you missed your sister with your old ass morals.” Now Erru was genuinely pissed. She glared at HBrT, “I know you. You are one of the Ballas gangsters who involved in the yesterday shooting... You just take many lives…”
HBrT scowled, “And what’s wrong with that, bitch? We just blasted some n00bside and Wetback idiots who tried to steal our crew’s stash. And stop saying about that moral value, you fuck!” Erru walked closer to HBrT, but stopped on her tracks as Martin pulled a Jericho 941 and pointed it at her. Hidemi and Gin had their weapons out and they aimed at Martin. McCrea took out a Mark 23 and he aimed at Hidemi. The Baller with purple coat had an H&K UCP out and he turned off the safety switch, “Real Ballas ain’t roll with the Bullshit Organization niggas. Better recognize that!”
Ethan told his daughter, he took out a SIG P226R and aimed at HBrT who pointing an OTs-33 Pernach on Hidemi, “I know that guy who didn’t wore purple. He’s one of the Irish Mob in Liberty City who works for Packie.”
Hidemi asked, her MP-443 pointed at HBrT, “Why he was here then? What happen to Patrick McReary?”
Ethan told her, “Packie was in Los Santos while Gerald McReary is escaped from Alderney State Penitentiary in a shootout orchestrated by The Lost MC in 2008. His two brothers? It was a tragic story. Francis was shot dead in a park at Lancet while his brother, Derrick slowly walks away from the area when that happens. He still in Irish Mob in Liberty City for now…”
Erru kept her icy stare at HBrT as Martin pointed his Jericho 941 at her chest, “One for me and one for you. For a smartass fuck you got class. Yeah, you should tell your parents to not fuck with the Ballas, bitch. Because that your sister lost her life for this!”
Erru turned her icy stare to Martin. She asked him, “What did she ever do to you? Why you’d killed her in a heartless way?”
Martin replied with sarcasm, “Shut the fuck up, bitch. There’s any ‘heartfelt’ killing in this world? Nothing! Everybody killed everybody ‘cause they wore wrong colors in a wrong hood. Including your sister…” Erru was silence as she looked at him in anger.
Ethan snapped his words, “And you have connection with Petrovic Bratva in Liberty City, and Slovene and Polish Mafia in Beika. That’s why you freely roam without a concern being arrested.”
Martin gave Ethan a glare, “How the fuck you know that shit? You bribed someone? Oh no, probably there’s some assholes who turned to Firefly Island Husk-ass, Ho Street motherfuckers and the Fake-ass punk.”
Hidemi gave Martin a hard glare, “Think again, Martin. We got many evidence against you, from testimony, intel from your gang and footage of your activity despite that your cell phone number and your bank account are untraceable. This explains that you are involved on the ‘Kaper’ in Baltic, an arms smuggling ring with Pavel Denikin to wage an ‘eternal’ war against the Families and ruthless killing.”
Martin scowled at Erru, ignoring Hidemi’s statement about his activity, “I’m driving that maroon Lexus and I ain’t shoot your damn sister.”
Erru looked at Martin, her eyes are fixed on him, “Although you drove that Lexus, I saw you also firing an Uzi with your crew. Don’t lie, you may possibly killed my sister in the three-way gang war.”
Paul flatly replied Erru’s statement, “Well what? There’s a lot of possibilities that not only Martin, or my crew who killed your sister. Look at the truth, redhead. We have some problem with the Russian and Ukrainian mobsters in Florida. If Martin killed your sis, then you’ll relentlessly track him down, right…” -
Just some of my 'wishlist' here
- ~L-Kun (Rukia Kurosaki) so I can RP with her (I'm have several 'classified' advantages.) and exchange fanfics and novels
- The Banana Vanquisher
- My girlfriend
- Raditiya Dika (an Indonesian writer)
- Moho
- TheBlackTac
- PhiBrainChild (Milan)
- Rye
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Sum 41 - Pain for Pleasure
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Sum 41 - Over My Head (Better Off Dead)
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OMM: I liked MotoGP than F1 right now.
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TDWP - 11 (Number Eleven)
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TDWP - Gimme Half
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I read this and I laughed at the fic (much like in GTA)
The story was good, anyway.
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You would be pleased to know that I never left DCW.
Nah, man. But Rukia Kurosaki.
And I disliked F1's V6 engine for some reason.
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I'm just laughed at these conspiracy wackos.