It has now been four days since the riot had began. Tenpenny was still in hiding, and Big Smoke was nowhere to be seen. So the riot had still continued from there. Buildings continued to be demolished and engulfed with flames. Pedestrians were either robbing stores or beaten to death by each other. Vehicles continued to blow up after being engulfed by flames. It was really getting intense in Los Santos, and it was all because of Tenpenny.

Luckily for CJ, C.R.A.S.H. was gradually getting weaker and weaker, and with them off their backs, Grove Street would come back on top against the Ballas and Vagos. They weren't going to let some riot destroy the whole city, especially the hood. During the afternoon, CJ took a stroll through the riot, where so many bodies were lying on the ground and flames were burning around the streets. There were pedestrians carrying a bag full of materials and running off with the stolen goods.


CJ was riding his bicycle around the street viewing the riot exacerbating. He made his way through Willowfield and went through the back alleyway to Emmet's place. There, he saw the old man sitting against the wall. CJ hopped off his bike and walked over to Emmet.

"Hey, Emmet," CJ said. "What's up?"

"Greetings, Carl," Emmet replied. "Looks like I'm going out of business, boy."

"What you mean?" CJ asked. "You got your place back."

"My place," Emmet told him. "But unfortunately, the weapons still got raided, and even if I got them all back, they're still antique anyways, and none of them are useful anymore. Let's face it, boy. Times have changed. We're almost in the 21st century, and weapons have evolved. It's no longer the '60s anymore."

CJ knew that Emmet had a point. He has been selling guns since 1962, and with everything evolving in the last decade of the 20th century, his weapons were no longer useful for the current decade. But knowing how close Emmet was to the Grove Street Families during the times, CJ still felt that he should help the old man out.

"You know what?" he finally said. "You right, Emmet. Times have changed, which is why we're gonna make a change right now. I can bring you some guns right now."

"You'd do that for me, boy?" Emmet asked gratefully.

"You always been there for us, Emmet," CJ told him. "We ain't in the '60s anymore. So we gotta get with the times and supply the place with what we got this decade."

"You right, boy," Emmet said.

He then turned around and pulled out a piece of paper and pen from the storage. He started writing down the names of weapons on the paper and handed the list to CJ.

"Here's a list of the weapons I need you to pick up for me, boy," Emmet said. "They have a full crate of them on the ship by the Ocean Docks!"

CJ took a look at the list of the weapons Emmet wrote down on paper: Desert Eagle, combat shotgun, carbine rifle, assault rifles, hand grenades, satchel charges, micro SMG, SMG, flamethrower, rocket launcher, and mini-gun. CJ was rather impressed of all the weapons that Emmet was determined to get.

"Damn pops!" CJ said. "You really are getting with the times!"

"It's the end of the 20th century, boy!" Emmet told him. "It's about time to move on up – especially in this here riot! Now run along! You got a war to end!"

"You got it, pops!" CJ said, and he turned to walk away.


CJ had to think of a way to get to the ship. He didn't wanted to attract attention from the National Guards by breaking into their warehouse in order to gain access on the ship. So he hopped onto his bike and rode through the street. He pedaled harder in order to avoid the violence around the street. Too many vehicles were getting blown to bits, and people around the streets were either severely injured or killed.

CJ pedaled harder and faster until he finally reached the shore of East Beach. To his luck, he found a large reefer sitting right next to the side. He took a furtive look around to see if anybody owned the boat.

Ah fuck it! CJ thought. We in a riot anyways!

So CJ just promptly hopped onto the reefer and sped away onto the deep end of the ocean. He prayed that there weren't any National Guards on boats about to take down anyone who rode around the docks.


When he finally made it to the Ocean Docks, he climbed out of the reefer and looked around to see if there were any National Guards coming his way. CJ saw that there were no one around so far. So he slowly crept up to the slope of the ship and searched for any of the guards. He saw that there were no guards walking around the ship. So CJ was free to search of the crates in the ship.

However, he still needed to be silent to avoid them garnering his attention on the ship. So CJ crept through the ship in search of a crate of the weapons and finally came across them by the side. They were all labeled, and CJ had to somehow get many of them down the ship without any of the guards catching him. He picked up one of the crates and slowly carried it down the ship. He finally made it onto the docks and carried the crate inside the ship.

CJ walked back and forth to grab each crate of weapons, take them down to store in the ship, and going back to repeat the process. CJ felt his forehead dripping with sweat as he carried each and every crate quietly to avoid alerting the guards inside the warehouse. It was a risk he wasn't going to waste since he had to save Emmet's shop.


When CJ finally stored the last crate in the ship, he looked back to find that none of the guards were even paying attention to him. So he quickly got into the boat and rode away. He looked back to see if there were any National Guards chasing after him. Thankfully, there was nobody around.

The good news was that CJ had finally got all the weapons Emmet needed for his gun shop. The bad news? He still didn't have a street vehicle to take the crates to Emmet's place. Luckily, however, he saw that a truck was parked just by the shore when he made his way back to East Beach. So as CJ finally pulled up to shore, LB came hopping out of the truck.

"Hey thanks for that van, man!" CJ said as he exited the ship and gave LB a high five. "You'se a lifesaver!"

"Yeah," LB said. "I heard that you were helping Emmet put his place back in business with some more contemporary weapons for his shop and I'd figured that you'd need help with that."

"Man Ryder wasn't lying about you, LB," CJ said. "You really are dependable."

"Hey, me and the Grove go way back," LB told him. "That's why I was the only one of Seville Boulevard who wanted to help out Ryder and the rest of the Grove Street members. So let's get all these crates out of this ship and store them in this van."

CJ didn't say a word. He helped LB grab the crates off the ship and store them in the van. They both worked quickly to get each and every one of them inside and after getting the last crate in, they hopped into the van.

"Alright, Carl," LB told him. "Just take the van back to Emmet's!"

CJ complied to LB's demand and drove through the street, in which more vehicles were catching fire and exploding.

"We have to get the city back on its feet, Dog!" LB told CJ. "It's crazy out here!"

"This riot won't stop until Tenpenny is captured," CJ replied. "It's him everyone's after."

"I know," LB said. "Hopefully, somebody would catch that Polish lackey of his as well."

"Believe me," CJ told him. "I don't think you'll ever worry about his lackey. Big Smoke is the one we're searching for."

"Yeah," LB agreed. "Smoke is hiding somewhere in these streets."


CJ finally pulled the van in the alleyway of Emmet's shop. He and LB hopped out of the vehicle and helped each other take out every crate inside the van to bring to Emmet.

"That's the last of them, pops," CJ told the old man.

"Beverly raised a young warrior!" Emmet complimented. "You're a lifesaver, boy!"

"No problem, Emmet," CJ replied. "You always have been there for us. Now it's our turn to be there for you."

"Well thanks for the delivery, boy," Emmet told CJ. "Now I want to see how well you can handle these here weapons."

"Excuse me?" CJ asked.

"Now I only seen how well you can handle a pistol," Emmet told him. "Now I wanna see how you can handle all the rest of these weapons so I would be sure if you're really up for the riot out in the streets."

CJ didn't hesitate. He remembered everything Emmet has taught him when he handled the pistol during his first meeting with the old veteran during the wake of his return. So as Emmet set up each bottle on top of the storage, CJ started off with an SMG and remembered the moves he was taught with a pistol. He used those same moves with the SMG and shot down each target.

"Beverly would be smiling down at you after this, boy!" Emmet cheered.

CJ then tried the same moves with the shotgun and used it to shoot the bottles on the storage. He repeated the process with the assault rifles as well, and soon, he had impressed Emmet with his weapon skills.


"You're a natural born Grove Street soldier, boy!" Emmet cheered. "You keep this up, you might be able to take out that corrupt cop that's been fucking up this here town."

"Listen to the old man, Carl," LB added. "This dude's a veteran and been down with all of us since we was born."

"You can drop by to pick up any weapon you like, Carl," Emmet told him. "You'll need all this artillery to survive, because the city is in a warzone now!"

"Thanks, Emmet," CJ told him. "You always was like a father to me."

"Anytime, boy," Emmet said. "You can always talk to me whenever you need some advice."

"Later, CJ," LB told him. "If you still want to help me out, come drop by to my place whenever you got the time."


CJ watched as LB hopped inside the van and drove off. Now with Emmet's place replete with more contemporary weapons, his shop was saved. He obviously wouldn't compete with the Ammu-Nation, but at least he had the back of Seville Boulevard and Grove Street. Most importantly, the gangs were now equipped with stronger weaponry.