Hours later, CJ let out a relieving sigh. he was glad that Emmet was now letting go of the antique and starting to get with the times. It was the final decade of the 21st century after all, and it was time to embrace the change in order to stay in business. thanks to CJ, Emmet now had a variety of weapons, and he just might compete with the Ammu-Nation just down the street.

CJ had hoped to find Tenpenny and finally get even with him, as well as find where Big Smoke was hiding in. He walked through the riotous city and headed to Playa del Seville on the search for LB's house. CJ saw LB sitting on a lawn chair by his front porch loading his sniper rifle. He looked up to notice CJ walking up to him. So LB set the rifle against the wall, hopped out of his seat, and walked up to CJ.


"What's crackin' with you, CJ?" LB greeted giving CJ a high five.

"I'm straight," CJ told him. "What's up now?"

"Seville's back on top, playa," LB told him, "and them Balla Pushas and Vago cats are dropping like flies, fool. This riot's gone out of control, homie."

"I know that," CJ said. "So it looks like you got the families back on top now, huh?"

"Not quite," LB answered. "I just realized that the National Guards broke into our hood and are now raiding it!"

"What?!" CJ cried out in surprise.

"They came here and are now beating on my homies, as well as in East Beach," LB told him.

"Well I'ma get my homies to settle the score with them guards," CJ told LB. He started to turn away, until LB mentioned something to him.

"Yeah, if you think you gonna get your homies to help us, then good luck with that!" LB said. "Because there are more of these National Guards coming out with Patriots and shit! There ain't no way your gang stands a chance on foot!"

"You right," CJ told him.

"However," LB said. "I do have something for them to fall back on. You remember that tank that you and Ryder jacked from the National Guard Depot the other night?"

"Yeah?" CJ replied. "What about it?"

"That's our go-to weapon to defeat them punk ass National Guards that are coming in our hood," LB said as he turned to grab a sniper rifle leaning against the wall of his house. He handed the weapon to CJ. "Here," he told CJ. "Seville Boulevard is getting their asses handed to them by the guards. I want you to climb on the roof and snipe every last of them guards that are beating on the gang. Them I'ma round them up to prepare themselves for the other team of National Guards that would arrive in Patriots any minute."

"Okay," CJ replied. "Cool! I'm down with that!"


LB gave CJ a ladder to climb on top of the roof. CJ leaned the ladder against the roof and climbed on top. As he made it on top of the house, he used the sniper rifle to catch a good view of the Seville Boulevard Families getting beaten down by a number of the National Guards. CJ knew he had to be careful not to hit any of the member of the Seville Boulevard Families. CJ zoomed into one of the National Guards, aimed, and pulled the trigger, killing one of the guards. He repeated the process with the other guards, killing them one by one in two minutes.

"Great job, CJ!" LB shouted from below. "I got the tank! Now hope in!"

So CJ climbed down the ladder and made it on the ground to find LB outside with the tank. "Okay, CJ," LB told him handing him a walkie talkie. "Here's the walkie talkie just in case I warn you of anything else! I'll go round up Seville while you use the tank to keep them National Guards from raiding our hood!"

As LB left to round up his gang, CJ ran to the tank and hopped inside. He started the engine and took it for a drive around the streets of Willowfield, where he finally spotted the National Guards on Patriots up ahead. CJ saw a red button and assumed it was the one to fire the weapons from the cannon. So as the Patriots came around just in time, CJ used the cannon to fire bullets in each at a time. One by one, each vehicle that came closer to the firing bullets blew up.

"Yo CJ!" LB called CJ from the walkie talkie. "There's more coming from East Beach! Hurry up and get over here before they roll in our hood!"

CJ then drove the tank through the streets and made his way to East Beach, where he saw the Patriots just in time arriving his way on the roads. CJ used the cannon of the tank to fire bullets at the Patriots. Since he had to protect the hood in Playa del Seville from being destroyed, he had to make sure that not a single Patriot drove a single wheel through the hood. So CJ carefully aimed at each Patriot and fired more bullets into them at a time.

CJ was really getting the hang of controlling the tank. The city was in a riot, and it was time for him to use as heavy of artillery if he also wanted to get through the National Guards as well. So CJ continued shooting and ramming into the Patriots. They weren't going to destroy Seville Boulevard Families' hood nor kill the gang members there. So CJ shot down the last Patriot coming his way and soon, there were no more National Guards around to ride in Seville Boulevard's turf.


CJ drove the tank back to Playa del Seville and hopped out to find LB and the rest of his gang standing right in front of him. LB walked up to CJ to give him a high five.

"Now that's what I call ice cold, homie!" LB said grinning. "Man, you showed them National Guards! That'll teach them to come in our turf!"

"No prob, LB!" CJ said. "You helped me and Ryder. Now it's my turn to help you as well!"

"Thanks for the help, homie," LB replied. "Let's just spread around this crazy ass neighborhood and hit every neighborhood the Ballas and Vagos got to find where Big Smoke is hiding. Because as long as Grove Street don't run the streets, that fatass' money is gonna mean more than our rep, homie."

"I hear ya," CJ replied. "My families is cool with Seville Boulevard and Temple Drive now, but if we wanna find Smoke, we still gotta put in work in the hood."

"You do that, homie," LB told him. "Let's continue hitting these Ballas and Vagos with everything they got, and eventually, we'll finally find where Big Smoke is hiding at!"

"F'sho, homie," CJ replied.


So CJ walked away through the riotous street to head back to his home in Grove Street. He was dying to garner information on Big Smoke and Tenpenny's whereabouts to get back at the two. Right now, vengeance was on his mind, and he was ready to take out more Ballas and Vagos to reclaim Grove Street's power in the streets of Los Santos. No riot would impede his goals. But CJ still needed his rest to have enough energy to take over as much of the neighborhood as he could. So he decided to go home for some shut-eye.