Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A cartel hitman, an ex soldier, a wayward gunmen with no cause, an ex KGB agent, & a familiar family oriented coke addicted thug find their way to sunny LS finding themselves around similar scum. Immoral car salesmen, low life bangers, king pins, & hackers. When an eventual rift in the friendship divides their destinies, alliances shift & none of them will ever be the same again.

52. Assured Mutual Destruction

Ivan

2013

East Side Massacre

He arrived to see Mao Um AKA Buddha. They had just been hit pretty hard by the Da Nang Boyz and Mikayla had lived to tell about it. Monster was there too and was angry about it. There was also two Psychos that Ivan had not met before who like Monster, were of Hmong descent. The next gangster was named Mugs he was overweight with a shaved head baggy blue jeans and a gray plaid shirt. He had an Olde English style tattoo on his right forearm with the initials DNBK and VK and BK and FK. And below that, Hmong Pride. On the left arm was the tattoo 36 on his arm since T was the 20th letter of the alphabet and P was the 16th. "This is the homie, Mugs," Stated Buddha.

"And that's Sly right there," Sly was Mug's younger brother and he was thinner. He wore a gray t shirt and black jeans. He had on a Pounders cap to represent the Psychos. He was twenty years old while Mugs was twenty two and Monster was twenty four/ Buddha was thirty two Mikayla was twenty one. "And that's my cousin TJ," Beckoned Monster. TJ was a scrawny Asian American of Thai descent. He had dark brown eyes and black hair. He was nineteen but looked fresh out of High School. He did not look like a gang member. Monster and TJ were of Thai descent but also Hmong, while Mugs and Sly were Hmong from Laos. Buddha was of Cambodian ancestry of the Khmer people and Mikayla was Filipina.

He introduced Ivan to a few more female gang members. One was a woman of Thai and Cambodian descent half Hmong on her Thai side and Khmer on her Cambodian side. She wore a gray tank top and short blue jeans shorts. She was five foot one 36C-24-34 in measurements with black hair and brown eyes. She also had a bubble butt and through her tank top Ivan could see she had a navel piercing. Her name was Vera.

The next girl was Chinese and Thai and stood about five three and she wore a black midriff top and revealed a pierced navel in the shape of a silver star. She wore her black hair in a ponytail and wore a blue torn denim skirt showing off her bronze colored smooth legs. Her name was Sarah Hyunh but she was known simply as Win based on the pronunciation.

For a tattoo she had a large serpent or dragon coiled up on lower back with Chinese character below ii; below left breast. Her measurements were 34B-25-34

The next was a woman of Korean descent standing at five seven wearing a white tanktop knee high white stockings and a black miniskirt. She had brown hair and brown eyes. Her name was Kona Kim.

The next was a Filipina standing at five feet tall with black hair and brown eyes wearing a gray sleeveless blouse and blue jeans. She had a tongue piercing. For tattoos she had Brandon" and 2 red roses on her lower back. Her name was Lana.

Another Filipina was Jade who wore a pink blouse that barely contained her breasts and blue jeans that barely contained her large ghetto bootie. She was 36D-26-34 and had brown eyes and black hair and large lips standing at 5'3. For tattoos, Cross on left side of neck; heart with "Papa" banner on left hip; red heart with "M" inside right foot.

Last was a male gang member of Asian descent with dark brown skin and who wore a gray bandanna. He was Cambodian and Thai as well so he shared ancestry with Buddha except that he was of Kuy ancestry. His name was Kham and he was twenty nine years old. Normally he was

As they had all been introduced, Buddha said, "And that's Baba Yaga..."

"I remember him," Stated Monster. "That shootout over those guns...yo we helped you out, man I say it's time you returned the favor, homie."

Mugs agreed. "Hell yeah. Those Da Nang bitches killed my homies at a party sent their bitches into ouyr spot and they just killed so many of them cold..."

"I hope you at least have a better plan than sending in women to do the same back?" Ivan asked. Jade chuckled. "We aint doing that but if we wanted to we could have them little Viet boys sliping just the same. They love this booty and this pussy..." Ivan raised his eyebrowsa. "Still, tactically, it's just not a good idea. They'd be expecting something like that."

Buddha folded his arms. "We know bro. That aint what we had in mind anyway. We gotta hit the Vagos today too. They killed a homie I went to school with, man," He showed him a picture of a dark skinned Asian male of about five four. "That's my homeboy from the other side of the world. We came to escape the Killing Fields Together. Been banging since the 80's together but he went straight got a job he had a family. I respected it. He stayed outta the game for years. We still kicked it every now and then. But then some East Side Vago bitch rolls up on him with a .22 nd bang bang bang just like that. Shot him in the chest. I had to tell his kids that his daddy aint coming home. Nowq I want a continued parnership with the Markovich Family cause you guys got some serious firepower. But I need a guy with your reputation to do me a solid. You'll get paid of course."

"You want the man in particular who did it shot?"

"No. You leave that to me, homie. But you can take out all the bitches that are gonna be protecting him. We'll hit the Vagos first then we go after the Da Nang bitches. Cause you see we used to be the type Asian gang around here in the 80's and 90's even if DNB been around longer than us but..."

"You can say it..." Kham stated. "We lost influence around here. We might be bigger nationally but on the homefront where it counts we've lost a lot of our turf to the Vagos and the Da Nang Boyz. We're looking to turn that around today."

Ivan sighed calling Vasily. "Hey, can you meet me in Cypress Flats? I need you to bring Mikhail and all of his friends."

"Okay. I'll be there soon comrade..."

He soon did arrive with a van full of weapons. Vasily brought out an AK-74 for Ivan and Vasily had an AA-12. He distributed weapons for the other gang members as well. Buddha was given an AK-107 Monster, an FN FAL, Mikayla an H&K G11, Mugs was given an SRM Model 1216, Shotgun Sly was given an M4 Shotgun. Win was given an LW-3 automatic shotgun. TJ was given two Ruger MP9's. Vera had two Ingram Mac-10's. Kona was armed with an H&K G41. Lana was given an FN SCAR. Jade had a Type 81 Assault Rifle and Kham was given a Type 89 Assault Rifle. Vasily asked to make sure, "You all know how to use these, yes? These are not all your street gang weapons."

Kham assured him, "We're good and even if any of them don't" The thick accented Cambodian stated, "I served in the military and I have training and I'm familiar with most of these kinds of weapons. It's just like understanding a woman and what she needs. It may be different woman to woman...but they're not all so different from each other that yo can'ty find out how they work individually and adapt accordingly."

Ivan, was about to ask the Cambodian whether he had served in the US ARmed Forces or in Cambodia but before he could, Buddha whistled. "Alright, let's go. We're heading over to GOH and 4th street. We're hitting the East Side Vagos first. Then the North and West. And after that we go after the Da Nang Bitches!"

Vasily told him, "Ivan, you ride with me. I've got two friends in the car."

He looked to see Grisha as well as Mark. Ivan glared at Mark. "Well if it isn't the man who didn';t show up when he was supposed to. You know your chess buddy is dead because of you, right? If you had shown up we would have had an extra man. Maybe he wouldn't have died. Did you think of this?"

Grisha told him, "Now is not the time or place for this, Baba Yaga. As much as I would normally consider this an imbicile move for any organization, I xsee the need for as many alliancws as we can have and if this means getting rid of a few guns that we weren't using anyway in order to give the Psychos an edge over their enemies, Im all for it."

"Is that what you're doing here, comrade? Now that you mention it, yes it is very strange a Capitalist like you would just give away guns. You never gave such a deal to the Ballas. And did your father sign off on this?"

"My father will not always be around. He is one of the toughest men in any Bravta family but time is the one enemy none of us can beat. Not even you. Do you really think you are as dangerous now as you were when you were twenty five? One day this will be my empire but in the mean time, father in some ways lacks vision in what it takes to win a war."

"Your father is a Communist like me. And he's only a Capitalist now because that's what the world has come to. But even he would object to giving weapons away like this. We sold guns to the Psychos before and the price was fair. And as for whether or not I am as dangerous as I was back when I was twenty five you forget I didn't get to be KGB as long as your father was. After this I was in the service they became. Same with Vasily. But I would say I am twice as dangerous as back then. If I had known then what I know now I could have dealt a lot of blows to the American imperialists. Hell, I could have even had my own impact on the war between Faustin Petrovic and even Raskalov. Instead of remaining neutral."

"But your bones. Do they not hurt now more? You may have more knowledge my friend but your body is giving out. You have maybe another five or ten years left in you for this line of work if even that. Me, I'm good for another twenty or so before I'm even close to my father's age and in those days I will take it easier, have children of my own."

"But you really think this is a good idea?" He asked. "And what makes you think I cannot have children of my own or last as long as your father?"

"Because I know that you are not in this line of work to rise up through the ranks of the organization. Like Vasily, though loyal, you have your own agenda. Which is fine. There certainly doesn't need to be a struggle for power and if you are content with just being soldiers or compatiots to the motherland it is no business of mine. You will hear no complaints from me. But that is why. If a man like myself or my father survives the streets, we get to retire. Many think there is no such thing for people like us but this is simply not true. It's happened but it's rare. In a way, when you are...gangster and you live to be old, you obviously aren't truly retired but you've lived to be an old man so you might as well be. And if I am seventy eight and some asshole loyalist to Kenny Petrovic decides to kill me so what? I will have lived a good long life and seventy eight is not a bad age to die in especially in our way of life."

"I just am concerned your father may try and blame me for thi," Ivan said. "After all I do want to assist any allies we have too but not if it's going to get me in hot water with your father. I understand you're staging a coup against Kenny but you are not the head of the family father is the one who is at war with Kenny. Your father is this Family. Allies is one thing but why would you need extra bodies from Covenant Avenue and the Psychos just for whatever attack you have planned in the future? And like I said you're giving these guns to them for free and we've only done business with them once and if you recall it did not go so well. With Leondre w did business and helped each other multiple times."

Vasily chuckled. "Yes and Sugar has helped you many times, boychik. In more ways than one..." Ivan shot his best friend a dirty look as the remark was too soon with Sugar pissed at him and whatever their relationship was seemed to likely be over.

"If you are worried that I will not give a fair deal to the Covenant Avenue businessmen, you are wrong. I would be willing to give them some guns as wel," Stated Grisha as they began to drive to the Vagos neighborhood. "Trust me when I say this, brother Ivan. Whatever it's costing me to give guns away to these street level small time gang bangers it will save me and our family in the long run."

"Are you staging a coup against your father?" Grisha snapped, "How dare you even suggest this!" Ivan chuckled. "Just because you leave your father to rot in prison doesn't mean we are all like this!" Ivan's face turned to ascowl. "I didn't leave him to rot he was taken away. Besides, you should be glad you still have your father. I was joking. Relax. But in a way it is a coup in that there is no way that Markovich would be on board with these unauthorized gun deals."

"Like I said, he does not see the bigger picture. It is true that the Markovich Family has a large following back in Moscow just like Kenny does. What connections Petrovic has with the Armenians, we have the same closeness to the Armenians but Kenny has more numbers in Liberty City and as much as I would like to say that we have taken on the European trade on the West Coast, I am a realist and not an optimist. This may be better real estate than Liberty City closer to the border but I am realistic enough to call this what it is. An exile in the sunshine. I may like it here more. The weather, the women overall I like the city better but the one thing Liberty has that this place doesn't is Hove Beach and there is no place like it. So we may have enough men to win in a war with Kenny back in Moscow./ My father has been a powerful man for years and Vasily has solidified our power back home but on the streets of the USA? With our numbers and theirs alone not even factoting in allies, the Petrovic Family would win this war if it comes to an all out war."

"You can't honestly believe this," Vasily vocalized. "We are former KGB. We can take on anything they throw at us even if they do have more numbers!"

"That doesn't matter. They have former Kreemilin as well as possibly a few ex Mossag Agents in their pockets," Ivan hated to admit it but he was right. Many Russian families Gentile and Jewish worked together in the same crime families but one simply could not remove the element of Jewish Russians from the face of the Russian mafia. It was intertwined even if The Markovich Family were not Jewish themselves and even if they were powerful and even if Petrovic himself was not actually Israeli, having those ties made him more powerful. Not to mention he was the top dog in Broker. "So you want to recruit OCB and the Pyschos in this war is that it? And you do this by giving them guns to kill their enemies so that later they can help you kill yours?"

"You mean OUR enemies, Baba Yaga. And yes. Think about it like this. Expensive as a van full of guns may be, think of it in terms of dealing drugs."

Vasily had to agree. "He's right. When crack cocaine first hit the streets of Los Santos, the gangsters from South Central that were trying to sell coke were having some difficulty. They couldn't make too many sales beyond what they could move at night clubs. And even then to make any much bigger moves than that they needed to be under the cartel. With crack cocaine, they were able to have independence. It's like a system that feeds off each other. The Latin American gangs moved power for the cartel and the Ballas and Families got their hands on it too but when crack hit the streets, the Latinos realized it would be lucrative and so did the cartel. But crack, unlike cocaine ws something you could do more independently without the problems of importing."

"Yes, I'm aware of the history, bro. I don't need a history lesson," Vasily disagreed. "I think you do. Because like Grisha said, no matter how expensive even one Assault Rifle is you can think of this as fronting them guns the way crack dealers fronted their product to junkies the first time around. And sure, the Psychos and the Ballas have bought from us before so it's a little bit different."

"Yes, I'm afraid that metaphor only works if the Markovich Family had given the guns to these guys for free the first time as a show of good faith."

"Well then," Stated Grisha with a grin on his face. "Think of this as a frequent flyer rewards points system."

"Except the Psychos only bought guns from ya'll just the once," Mark chimed in. Grisha sighed, "Alright you've made your point. Both of you. If you can get a sitdown with Stone since Leondre is dead, we can come to some kind of attrangement. I'm thinking two dozen Assault Rifles should atequatley take care of the needs of the men of Covenant Avenue and they'll be getting more weapons than the Psychos. So then I'll have them being envious of the guns we give the Ballas and the shit never ends. What's that saying the Americans have about special treatment again? If I do it for you I have to do it for everybody. Next thing you know Carson Avenue will be wanting the same deal."

This didn't sit well with Ivan. "Whoa, Carson Avenue? What's that about I thought we were at war with them? Covenant Avenue certainly is. Don't you remember hearing on the news abot a shootout?"

"Yes, I understand that but Trey Ball has acted like a gentlemen and if he can gurantee no violence and no coming between any deals we have with the Ballas, we may still continue to sell to him. We will be meeting him and his brther later this week."

"Well you can count me out. I'm not sitting down with any assholes from Carson. They've tried to kill me more trimes than I can count, and a friend of mine, well my room mate was just sent to prison because of the violence between them and Chamberlain Hills."

"It sounds to me like you should be blaming Chamberlain Hills if you ask me. I heard about what happened too," Stated Vasily. "Your friend got a raw deal. But the word on the streets is that he was setup by some of their leaders. If that is the case you may want to sever any ties to Lamar Davis. He may be more loyal than some of the men he works for but he is guilty by association. And if we are to respect the reason why you don't want a sitdown ith Trey Ball then for the sake of your incarcerated friend, I suggest you not deal with Chamberlain Hills anymore. Not Lamar Davis and not Gerald."

Ivan thought to himself,Yet Mai is still asoocatiting with the Families and I don't know why.

He had spaced out for a moment but came back to and Vasily had something in Russian and was now saying, "I am serious, Baba Yaga. I would even suggest that we go agfter them if they truly set your friend up. II don't see why your other room mate the pretty one hasn't done exactly that. She's the closest to Lamar. She could use her feminine charms and learn whatever he knows. Or better yet you could send in that angry plaid wearing Bull Mastiff. He was closest to him, yes? I am sure the thought has crossed his mind and if you don't want to get your hands dirty, you shuld leave it to him. After all, he's the only one out of the four of you that was not friends with Lamar on Life Invader. That's the reason you and Mai and Paul came out here."

"No,,it's not, V and you know better than that. It was a cover. Paul I am sure maybe had friendship as a factor but he needed a change of scenery. I know I did but that wasn't why I came here. I'm honestly as tired of Los Santos as I am Liberty City after all this and Neto are not so close these days. We tried to kill each other. Maybe Paul would have grown tired of this city too if he hadn't had it cut short by being shot abnd arrested. Maybe that is what it will take to make him tired of it."

"Yeah well the charge he's facing it could be a while before he has a date anyway..." Mark observed. Ivan glared at him. "I was not talking to you!"

"So what you go to Vice City then?" Asked Grisha with a chuckle. "Nyet. I would get tired of there too. I have been to Philadelphia and Pittsburg and Carcer City just passing through. I wouldn't mind going somewhere in this country I have never been. After I get my father of course. If not that, maybe we go home."

"You had your reasons, of course, I know this," Vasiluy stated. "And Paul did too that kid had a troubled upbringing but Mai why is she here she may hae actually come just for the friendship to Lamar. She's the only one who's been to se him recently."

"Yes, I know. And one of Paul's friends was shot too before he went inside. He hasn't gone to trial yet though he is still in the hospitak for gunshot wounds. But it doesn't look good. As for sending Neto to kill Lamar that's out of the question for now. As far as I know, him, G Note and Little King were loayal to him. I'll try and find out more if I can and maybe we try and get that bullshit case thrown out but I have to trry and get my own fakmily out of prison first. And that requires finding him."

"Which requires you doing what I tell you to do and in that case it's helping these children of Kublai Khan wipe out their enemies in the ghetto."

"Yes, I know but after we're done today i want some kind of pogress. You say you wilkl one day take the reins for the family, Grisha? Well then show me why you deserve it. It's not that you have to prove anything to me but it'll be a way to show you are a man of the peope and can make good on your word. I have been with you guys for six months and I almost lost my life against one of your enemies. I am owed that much."

"It's not like it's been for nothing. You have been paid,.."

"If it was only money I was after I could get paid anywhere. I want what remains of my family back!"

"That reminds me didn't you make contact with your brother or your sister?" Asked Vasily. "You never did tell me how that went..."

Mark stated, "Yeah about that..." Ivan was reminded . "Oh, yes, Mark. Now that we got that other business out of the way..." He punched the ex prisoner in the face busting his lip. Grisha pulled over yelling out, "What the fuck?"

"What the hell was that for, man? You wanna go we can go but don't be taking cheap shots, motherfucker!"

"You were just about to explain why it is you abandoned a friend in need. Andrei, o you remember him? He was shot in the fucking head because of you."

"I had somewhere more important to be. I didn't mean for it it just happened...and you don't know that by me being there I could have stopped Evsei from killing him!"

"One extra man is always better in war. But you weren't even there to avenge him. I did that."

"Look, I have a son and a daughter and they live in the Carson neighborhood, alright? I met up with my dauighter...we reconnected. She had reached out to me. I had to come. I wasn't able to be there for them these last twenty some odd years, man. I have to make up for lost time and my son is getting himself into trouble. He's affiliated with the Carson's."

"If that's true, then you definitly don't need to be going to the Crystal Heights Projects..." Ivan warned. "You aint a parent, Ivan so you don't know how it is. He's falling into the same patterns I did when I was that age. I can't let him go through the same shit I did! Getting shot getting sent to prison, solitary confinement?"

"I...I didn't know...is that why you hesitated before? Back in the projects? I heard about that..."

"Yeah...that's why. I can't get them back...all the lost time..."

They pulled up to the spot and got out. Ivan began to fire his Rifle as soon as he saw yellow clad gang members. He fired striking a man in the chest who wore a yellow and white Varsity jacket. The man was a light brown skinned Chicano with a high yellow hue to his skin tone and who stood five ten. The gang member fell over as the rounds hammered into his chest. His friend was taller with a shaved head wearing sunglasses and a black Varsity jacket over a Pounders jersey and black jeans. Buddha made short work of him letting off fifteen rounds in his chest. The gang member had no time to get his weapon out. "This is for the homie, Van, motherfucker!"

A Vago with a shaved head and a light blue shirt a white bandanna and gray jeans lighting a cigarette saw this and went for his pistol. "Oh shit!" He fired back and he struck one of the Psychos that had arrived with the many gang members Ivan had met. He didn't know this one but he assumed Buddha would have gotten more soldiers than just what he had seen. He struck the gang member, a man wearing a gray checkered shirt and a silver LS cap on backwards. The first round hit him in the left side of the chest. The next hit him in the stomach and a third in the face. As the Cambodian gang member fell over bleeding the cholo let off two more into the right side of the jaw. "Fuck you Tiny Jotos!" He was instantly killed however as Vasily hit him with a headshot from the AA-12. His skull and brain matter erupted. Ivan looked at the dead gang member and chucled looking at his friend. "Do you think he even had time to contemplate that you just killed him?"

Mark fired his Desert Eagle striking a Vago in the belly. "Shit..." Croed a gang member as he fell over with his guts hanging out. "W're chopping down all you fuckin spics!" Screamed Monster. "Fuck you, chink motherfucker! Your rankers are a non factor, homes!" Shouted a Vago as he fired a 9mm and forced Monster to cover. Monster returned fire and struck the gang member in the face. "Maybe not but we're gonna be!"

Lana let off rounds from her FN striking a male in the chest and shoulders and she sqept it over to a female wearing a brown plaid shirt hitting her in both ribcages. The gang members fired back at her but she ducked beyond a dark blue Oracle. An overweight Psycho with a gray t shirt and a crew cut wearing sunglasses and baggy jeans fired off a Mac-10 similar to what TJ was firing. He fired off twenty six rounds striking down two Vago hombres and one female which he wounded with shots to her back that came out of her chest. "Now that's how you do back shots on a bitch!" He yelled.

A female from the Vagos side returned fire with two 9mm's and hit him with five shots in the face. "And that's how you give a facial, puto!"

She was soon hit in the chest from rounds fired by Jade. Ivan aimed as a yellow Glendale rolled up the street and automatic rounds werre fired at them. Mark took ten rounds in the back from one of the Vagos but he had a vest on. Still the large man was in pain. Grisha fired his M3 and struck a Vago in the side of the face taking off all the skin on the left side as well as his ear and all of it on the side of the head leaving a red mass of exposed flesh and skull.

He fired striking a female gang member as she came out of the Glendale that was firing at Ivan and had shot Mark. She fell over with a huge hole in her right shoulder. Ivan made short work of the remaining three spraying the car up with the remainder of the magazine letting off forty rounds before he had to reload.

"There's that motherfucker, man! Blast him! That's Montoya Carlos! His brother's Edgar!" Yelled Sly. A Chicano with a shaved head wearing a yellow plaid shirt and black dickies carried an MP5 and he dropped three members of the Psychos with his automatic rounds. The first he hit was a Psycho of Cambodian descent a male standing at five thre looking to be in his late teens carrying a 9mm. He was destroyed by the rounds bombing his narrow chest. The next was a pretty female of Laotian descent standing at five feet with glasses, yellowish tan skin brwn small eyes wearing a white sweater and blue jeans. The rounds struck her in the chest and neck as well as her belly. She fell over whimpering and wheezing as she bled to death, the Uzi that seemed too big for her to carry dropped next to her trembling body.

A Vaga approached her carrying a .50 of her own. The girl, young and naieve who probably should have never gang banged to begin with cried out, "No!" But the chola had no mercy firing the round through her hand attempting to protect her face futile as it was. The round not only went through her small hand but obliterated it and the round also blasted off a piece of her jawbone. Ivan felt terrible for her but could do nothing from his position behind a dark gray Admiral as the Vagos had him pinned down. The third gang member hit was about twenty years old , a youngster of Vietnamese descent with dark brown hair light brown skin and almond colored eyes. He wore an all white t and blue jeans but they were both red with blood now as one of the twelve rounds that hit him had got him in the back and one had got him in the left arm and he bled from his mouth unable to walk as ten rounds had hit both legs and blown out his right knee. He could not talk either and his weapon had been dropped beyond his reach.

Montoyo had no mercy either as he saw the kid trying to get the gun off the Cambodian homeboy that had been blasted hoping to at least avenge his homegirl and homeboy before he died. Montoyo reloaded over him with a sneer and the youngster managed to get his hands on the gun but the cholo then stomped on his hand. The kid screamed but it was cut off as the cholo kicked him in the back and took the wind from his breath. He grabbed the Asian gangster by the hair and slammed him face down on the curb bashing his skull against it.

Ivan reloaded and he fired a burst and he hit the high ranking Vago from the beach in the right elbow. The gang member stumbled out from the cover of the car and Ivan tackled him slamming him against the hood of the car. Ivan grabbed the weaker man by the face like a bitch and slammed him into the window cracking the window and his head open. He then threw the man body first into the already cracked window and it shattered. The bloody faced cholo spat blood in his face yelling, "Fucking gavacho you know who you're fucking with?! We'll eat your whole family for dinner!"

Ivan whistled, "Hey guys, you wanted him here he is!" He threw him out in plain sight and Buddha, Monster, Sly and Mugs all drew on him. Monster warned TJ, "You better squeeze too fool or I'ma beat that ass later..." TJ did as he was told. "This is for the homie Vang. You bitch ass wetbacks don't never respect the game. He was out!" Screamed Monster. "Fuck you. You act like the Psychos never blasted a civilian who called it a day. What a fucking joke! I respect the game and I respect the way the game gets cheated...we all do it motherfucker...what vato are supposed to let that slope pussy slide just cause he called it a day? You think fuckers stop wanting revenge?"

"Touche, asshole. We feel the same way/. That's why we're here for you," buddha told him. "You're all greenlit...not just your hod but your entire families individually are gonna get wiped out...so go ahead and kill me, faggot!" Screamed Montoyo. "You Ese's always say that bullshit," Stated Buddha. "You try to punk a few of us wre fight back and kill you then you either call a truce or say we're rankers and forget about it."

"Yeah whatever you wanna tell yourself, chino...I thought you dog eaters were quiet, homes? Kill me and get it over witj..I'll be laughing on the other side when the comaradas come around and drop napalm on your varrio."

"You know you beaners are a trip, man," Stated Monster. "You're just hateful bastards. Racist, white washed by the Spaniards. We're your ancestors. You're Siberias and we're older than that. You're just mixed dogfood. If the original Aztecs had seen a Cambodian or a Vietnamese brotha and embraced them. You fools aint no Aztecs or Mayan."

"Orale...whatever you say pues. You would know ,me Genghis Khan."

"Genghis Khan was Mongolian. I'm Thai. Better recognize."

"Right right...you talk like niggers, your OG's dress Jewish you dress like vatos and you like Japanese cars with spoilers. How am I supposed to know what kind of dog eating dink you are?"

"You don't gotta know nothing," Stated Mugs. "Dead men don't know shit."

"Well get on with it then motherfu..." The five Asian males proceeded to riddle him with rounds. Sly and Mugs each shot him twice blasting massive holes in his chest followed by Buddha putting thirty from the AK-107 in his chest opening up the wounds he already had further and Monster put twenty in his chest and neck while TJ put twenty from each SMG into Montoyo from his belt line to his nose.

Monster patted his cousin on the back. "Now you're a man lil homie. We gonna get you some pussy tonight too for that shit..."

They were able to do all that as the female gangsters were holding off Vago reenforcement along with the Russians. Mikayla sprayed her H&K into a carload of ESV hynas hitting the two in the front seat killing them instantly through the glass which was caked with blood but she also fired at the two in the back seat some of who were hit by rounds that had gne through their friends. One of the wounded gangsters came out of the car coughing blood up on the ground as she fell out of the back seat while the other tried weakly to fire her Uzi with one arm out of the broken window even as she had three rounds in her stomach.

"Alright, we got these bitches and their punk ass OG! Let's roll!" Yelled Buddha. They got into their respective vehicles. Vasily had taken out a carload of Vagos with the AA-12 flattening their tires and aces through shots of the windows of their SUV.

Ivan and Vasily helped the wounded Mark back into the vehicle. They began to head up the street. "He needs a hospital!" Ivan said lifting up Mark's shirt seeing his dark skin had somewhat of a purple bruise where the rounds had hit him. "We still need to honor the deal we made with the Psychos. They have only nueteralized one of their enemies."

Vasily sjook his head. "Grisha, this is your chance to get out of here. Take whats left of these guns and go. Get Mark some help."

"Are you implying I'm a coward?!" Grisha snarled. Ivan said, "It's not about your pride, man! You can't ever be a leader if you get killed in a gang war with the people you're trying to make allies with. We can handle the rest from here!"

Mark called out as Grisha left Ivan and Vasily with a few extra weapons, "Yo...I... sorry about Andrei, man! I didn't know..."

Ivan told him, "We'll talk later just hold on, brother!" Mark said, "I'm serious...h e was my friend I aint mean to let him down..." Grisha closed the door and said, "You can suck Baba Yaga off as payment later! If you don't want to join him, we're going to have to get that wound looked at. Shit...I need somebody to come with me to keep you awake while I drive!" He opened the door again and called to Lana who was closest. "You! Lady! Get in here and keep the big one alive!"

"What do I know about nursing?!" He yelled back, "I just gave your friends guns for nothing. You'll get a ride back home but this man is an employer of ours too. Now get your ass in here!"

She sighed and shouted back, "I'll catch up with you guys! I'll be back!"

She got in carrying her weapon just in case. "What do I do for him?" She asked. "Keep him calm and don't let him move...talk to him..." Grisha said as he sped through the streets of South Central. "Should you be going this fast? We could get pulled over!" Cried the Filipina gangster. "It doesn't matter right now. I won't let the cops take us alive. I've got enough weapons to keep them off our asses. Besides all cops in the city will be converging on the area we just shot up."

As Grisha drove her instructed the Filipina, "Okay...now I want you to elevate his legs by 15-30 cm..."

"What how much is that?"

Grisha rolled his eyes. "Jesus my father was right Americans really are stupid! It's the size of a standard ruler. Try to follow directions."

"Maybe I should drive then and you just tell me where and work on him!"

Grisha shook his head. "No can do. We're going to a spot of my own. Granted you might remember what way we came but it's better and less likely you remember if you pay attention to helping him. I know which way to go. Giving you directions will only take longer.."

He got on the phone and called his sister speaking a few sentences in Russian and then got off. "I'm having a doctor we use for the family meet us there. He's surgeon he can take care of him because chances are he'll need it."

She elevated his legs. "Also you need to put him in the recovery position," Mark groaned, "This fucking hurts, man...! I don't wanna die...I just got to meet my little girl and my little boy..."

"Alright...just relax..." Lana said. Grisha told her, "You'll need to loosen any tight clothing on hm as much as possible without hurting him further."

She did as the Russian Underboss instructed. "Tell me about them..."

"My son...he's with Carson Ave...he aint want nothing to do with me...he's supposed to be going to High School but he's been skipping a couple months in a row..."

"And your girl?" Asked the Filipina. "She...was more happy to see me..." He said with a faint smile. "With her she's doing good in school..."

Grisha pulled off the highway and they pulled up where his sister and the doctor, a Caucasian male with dark brown hair and gray eyes and light brown facial hair waited. "Okay...let's get him inside..."

Meanwhile, Ivan and Vasily had hitched a ride with Jade, Kona, Win and Mikayla who were driving a black Baller SUV. Ivan and Vasily, though tall in stature were both scrunched up in the back not having seats of their own. "So you're Baba Yaga, huh?" Asked Win. "I've heard stories about you. Mostly thought they were rumors."

"I would say they're all true but you never know with rumors," Replied Ivan. Just then several rounds hit the back of the SUV. Ivan had changed his vest and put on another as had Vasily but they were already under fire as they were on the way to the Da Nang Boyz hood. "What the fuck?!" Theyopened up the back of the SUV and a black Glendale tailed them and they sprayed rounds as the SUV. Vasily fired a fresh mag from the AA-12 at them and he struck the passenger, a man with an AK-7, in the chest killing him instantly as the powerful round penetrated his chest plate. The driver fired an Uzi out the window and Vasily's AA-12 had left holes in the window. Ivan pulled the pin on a fragmentation grenade Grisha had given each of them two of with his teeth and tossed it into the window. The blast killed the remaining three Vagos inside and the drivers face was blasted into three chunks all over the steering wheel.

"How did these assholes know where we were going?!" Demanded Ivan. Just then, Ivan noticed another car that was tailing him. It was a blue Glendale. "Oh no...no no no no!" He began firing the AK out the window as he saw Neto after them. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He screamed at Neto. He fired at his head but Neto ducked down and kept going but stuck a Glock 18 out the window and fired back at Ivan and the other SUV occupants who in turn started to return fire. However, two more carloads of Vagos had come after them on the side and were firing on the SUV's. The Psycho females fired a barrage of rounds taking out the first carload, a gold Voodoo but the second followed Neto's view opting to stay behind and fire from behind.

They pulled up to the Da Nang Boyz hood and the gunfight was already on.

Monster unloaded his magazine into four DNB'z off the bat as they were sitting on their front porch. TJ unloaded both SMG's at two DNB's hitting one of them but ducked, scared behind a black Emperor as they returned fire. Several men and women of the DNB came out firing rounds Neto as well as the Vagos had stopped parking across the street but were still firing at them. "This isn't your business!" Screamed Ivan. "What we did to Leondre wasn't yours puto but you still saved that bitch!" Screamed the angry Mexican. He was with a Vago in a fedora and a white T shirt and brown khakis. The Vago had an AK-47 of his own. Win, Jade, Mikayla and Kona got to cover. Ivan went to toss his other grenade at them but Neto placed a carefully aimed shot striking Ivan in the hand. "AHHH FUCK!" He roared and the grenade bounced in the street rolling across exploding and destroying a Moonbeam. The blast injured two more DNB's and killed another.

The cholo with Neto yelled, "Come on homie, let's bum rush these motherfuckers, ese! They're caught between a rock and a hard place!" He firdd the AK and laid out two Psychos with rounds in the back. The DNB's also started firing at the Vagos because despite the Psychos being the bigger aggressors, the Vagos were still the enemy. Ivan was forced to cover but he retrieved his makarov as he had dropped the AK. aHe fired six rounds strking down a male member of the DNB's. Mikayla was unloading her H&K into four DNB's like a maniac and all four dropped dead full of holes.

"Fuck you Dirty Tang Girls!" Screamed Sly as he discharged the shotgun again and again striking a female from the other side wearing French braids in the forehead and another, a pee wee he struck in the stomach. Neto spotted something that Ivan did not see. "Shit! Pavo, do me a favor and cover me!" El Pavo did exactly that as well as the Vaga from his varrio who had shot the Laotian girl. She had replaced her Desert Eagle with an AK-47 from a dropped homie back in Cypress Flats.

Pavo fired a burst and he hit Monster with a couple of rounds in the side wounding the Thai gangster. "SHIT!" He screamed. He fired back emptying his mag but Pavo and the chola took cover. Neto observed a Vietnamese American female on the DNB side who was firing an M4A1. She didn't see Ivan and he didn't see her but they were firing at each other. She had Ivan pinned down. Neto tried to call to both of them but neither could hear him over the shooting and the screams of others between the three gangs shooting it out. Ivan was ducked behind a dark blue Voodoo with only his Makarov to defend himself. He fired blindly from cover. She took out three Psychos near him that were Buddha and Monster's homies that had arrived in a silver Manana. Ivan called to Vasily, "I need a grenade!"

He was given it and he pulled the pin tossing it in her direction. Neto yelled out, "MAI!" She looked and saw him and she looked and saw the grenade coming towards the car nearest to her. She took off running trying to get away from it.

Neto

The blast was deafening and Neto ran towards her with his Assault Rifle now and he fired dropping both Psychos and DNB's to get to her. She took shrapnel in her back and her leg and was sent flying, bleeding. She whimpered crawling on the grass. An Asian gang member pointed an SMG at Neto's forehead and Mai yelled out, "No...! T Mart...don't...!" He pulled the trigger but luckily for Neto it was empty. Neto sneered hitting the Filipino gang member in the face with the Rifle. He knocked him out cold and was about to fire a headshot but Mai grabbed his leg. "No! Please..."

Neto stoppped and helped her up. "We gotta get you outta here, mija!"

"What...what are you doing here...?"

"It's Ivan...he's with the Psychois...I'll explain later..."

"But...why are you with the Vagos...I..." Before she could say more three rounds struck her in the chest and she let out a sharp high pitched gasp. She was wearing a vest but one round went through. Neto did not know the names of which of the Psychos who had done it he only knew the face but he bet that Ivan knew. It was two of them. They were both firing at her. One had dropped his primary weapon and was firing a Beretta the other was firing an automatic. Neto shielded her and returned fire striking the one with the Beretta in the face. The other was forced to cover. Ivan came around the corner grabbing a dropped M3 from a deceased DNB and he racked it aiming it at Neto but he stopped cold when he saw that Mai, who had collapsed was in Neto's arms. Neto had to lift her back up carrying her upper body with one arm and her legs in the other. Three Psychos got ready to unload on them both but Ivan stopped them.

Neto got the wounded Vietnamese American into his car. "Hang on, Flora...you're gonna be okay..." She was losing consciousness fast. Just then a white woman jumped into his car. Neto snapped his pistol up to aim at her. He had seen her defending the neighborhood. She aimed her pistol back at him. It was Jill. "I'm her friend too so we can either kill each other or try and save her!" She declared. He glared at her but he floored it and they took off up the street. El Pavo and the remaing Vagos had gotten thir fair share of revenge on the Psychos and began to retreat back to their own neighborhood.

Ivan

As Neto put the area in the rear view, Vasily grabbed the bewildered Ivan and said, "We need to go, comrade before the police show up. You can explain to me what that was about later..."

"I think I might have just killed my friend..." He said hoarsely.

Neto

2014

They met at Vespucci Canals. Culebra followed him into the boat and they began to drive the boat out. Culebra knew why they were taking this security measure. He knew it was an appropriate measure to take. "Alright, so we're here. Now what?" Asked Culebra. "Well, I've got into their system. They know I have. We're watching them watching us. They know what we want them to know and they know what we want them to know."

"What about the bank acounts, homes?" Asked Culebra as he lit a natural tobbaco cigarette an ocasional indulgence. "They drained fifteen k from Chela, ten from Renata. Five from, Gata. She had eight in the banco but she removed three before that happened so at least she's got some walking around money."

"Why's that ozomotli taking feria from us, homes?" Asked Culebra, cool as a cucumber. "He got a death wish? Cause if you send me back there I could single handely take out each and every one of them. They don't know who I am yet. We'v never been seen together in any of the areas where they're watching."

"No. I don't doubt you could. Ragheads got more brains than all those hicks but you're still a man apart from all this even if you did leave Jimmy needing a manpon. But Mark is mine. There's only two vatos besides me I'll feel right about killing him. Either Ernesto or Cruz."

"You act like he took a lot from you, eh. These fuckers...they come out here they do dome damage in the varrio and yeah we take losses down south that we can't replace but when they come over here the odds are in our favor. If every shooter in New Arcadia that they have comes against every shooter in LS. A war between the cities, they'll lose. They'll take a lot of us down but it's just simple math. And we may not have everybody in the varrio having the same skills as me but let's say somebody from the wards has ten guys that served in the military. Any given varrio around here will have at least twice that. A city of 4 million and a county of ten million against a city that's just under 400 thousand. East Los is about a quarter of the population size that New Arcadia is and South Central? There's more people in just South Los than all of NA. They don't want a full scale war."

"No, if I know Mark and Lee, they'd never fight it on a scale like that. They're using the same tactics we do. Guerilla warfare. And if they're not doing that they'd use a drone. They know what way they could win and what way they couldn't. That's why Mark's going for our bank accounts. He's using brains. He knows if it comes to power they'd lose. But that's besides the point. He did kill Cheetah. And that vato looked up to me. If he saw Ernesto as like a tio I was like an older brother."

"Yeah, but you did kill two of the hermanos unidos. You can bet they haven;t forgiven or forgot. If it were those bitches out of Waston you would have had no trouble but they're a breed of their own."

"You know why right?" Askes Neto. Culebra sighed as he sat down opening a bottle of Cerveza Barracho from the cooler. "Honestly bro, I don't care. They're beneath me and I think of it like tossing kids around on a playground around but go ahead. Tell me."

"It's cause these dudes had a harder upbrnging. Those Wastonian pendejos think they had it rush but their only thing that really bonds them is their hatred of drugs, love of the same music and hatred of skinheads. They didn't grow up in a rough home life no matter what they think they went through. None of those fuckers had it East Los tough, Rancho tough, or Northwood or Little Havana tough. They had middle America first world problems, homes, The only exception is maybe the guy that started them. But even he aint willing to fight beyond fists."

"You talking about that Puerto Rican Mulatto faggot?" Asked Culebra with a sneer. "Yeah. But Mark...he's an orphan in every way but name. In a way, we're the same in one respect. And he's the same as my hermanito Paul in another aspect. Hating the patriarchs in their bloodline. But Mark didn't have his parents killed like mine. Lee is another story. A lot of them are. Plus that little juerito Buck. He's a runaway. So that has hardened them."

"Orale I get that but why bother with them anymore? If they show their faces again we'll put their faces in the dirt but I just don't see the point in dealing with them. Tu sabes...there's three kinds of South Siders, homes. There's fuckers like me who are the true definition of a Kanpolero. We grew up with that Southside Corazon in our heart always ready for war with those North Side busters. Then you got your out of staters. That's what Ernesto is. He's an out of stater but since he's from New Austin it's an acceptable kind of out of stater. But a lot of the pendejos on the east coast that got no connection to San Andreas at all, are the second kind. They might claim Vago or Azteca or Marabunta but the further out they are shit, in some cases some of their are friends with those Putenos..." He said referring to North Siders.

"And then lastly there's the Paisa types. Don't get me wrong you're a well adapted carnal. But a lot of you guys down in Mexico, Honduras, Guatemala, Salvador, you might be from the motherlands but you don't understand the Kanpolero alliance as we do and the politics that comes with it in San Andrean pintas."

"Well I was in the Arizona pintas..."

"Yah and I'llgive you that. Honestly, Nuevo Onda are closer to the original even if they're not than New Austin is but even with that Ernesto carved out apiece of history. Before he was in San Andreas, there was never any connection officially between San Andrean Onda and New Austin. So even if he's not a member of San Andreas he still did bridge a gap. But you can't sleep in two different beds at the same time."

"What's your point with this, ese?" Asked Santa Muerte. "My point is, in some situations I can see where carnales out of state and down south can be schooled on how shit is out here. Sometimes though maybe our way is as imptractical in a certain city as your way would be out here. But the level of Paisas I don't respect are the Mara Cucas in El Salvador that follow their own ruiles. It may have been Salvaoran vatos that started it but it was started in this city. So L.S. should always be numero uno. As for out of staters, I just don't respect the New Arcadian varrios that much. It's fucked up what happened down there to those women. If I was there I would have done something about it. But they should have really all kept their heads down until la Raza had the numbers."

"Well the wars we created out there amomng themselves will thin their numbers."

"You still haven't toild me why you want Mark dead so bad. You killed two of his boys he killed Cheetah and some other guys. So what?"

"Well...it's like this. You know how every cop has that case that they just can't get their minds off of? The one that got away from them? That's how it is with us Sicarios too. We tend to look at it in the same way."

"You're not a sicario anymore."

"Not for Madrazo. But you haven't seen me put the cuete down yet. And I won't. Until the day I die. Shit, even when I die I'll be holding a gun. Even if I'm an old man. I can be fifty, sixty tomorrow if I make it that far and I'll still have my serpent with me."

"So what did you do to the curry shitting hacker?" Asked Culebra taking a swig of beer. "Well I started out just doxxing him. I did it in a way that he doesn't realize. The thing about him is he has always been behind the scenes with Mark. He was never participating in the fights but he was always there. I think with a man like Mark, it benefits them to keep Manfred out of harm's way. It's smart. He's their Lester Crest."

"So what? We going after him then? Or you having the Nuevo Onda carnales gunning for him?"

"Neither. The thing about Mark's enemies is even they've been in the dark about where Manfred is when he aint with them."

"So you hacked him?"

"Yeah. He was using a proxy too. It had his IP address in New Dehli. Then Manchester," He said with a laugh. "He thinks he can hide that easily."

"So what's the plan, homes?"

"In most cases I'd tell you but in this case the less anybody knows the better. Let's just say they will regret ever having fucked with us."

Soon after he dropped Culebra off and he went to the laptop he had in his own car and began to work more magic. He now had the addresses of various BSU members including past girlfriends such as Tasha. He had overheard Felix talking about a job he had done with the BSU in which they had fucked over the Condados and their allies in the cartel. This was perfect . He would keep the Peruvian out of it. But now that he knew what Lee had done which he had to admit was a lot more impressive than the copycat bullshit he had done of playing I Got You Babe.

Still, this warranted payback even beyond what little carnage Nuevo Onda had leveled on the city. This too, would nbot look like the brown side had done it. In fact it wouldn't even be them this time.

He had enough of the addresses and hideouts of the BSU members. Lester had shown him how but he was now on the dark web and got ready to send out the outgoing texts to enemies of the BSU. It would take some time but once he had the information he would send had even cloned a few numbers.

He was now getting texts from all of them. He knew that this still would only be doing the same thing back to them if he only caused the rival gangs to attack. It wasnt unique in the heart of it but the who would be what was different. He had also gotten a credit card number from Manfred. He had gotten a few others from what porn sites one of them had used. He was able to get everything from that without them even knowing even with ad block. He wouldn't have been this good at it so early on if it wasn't for Lester and even Culebra helping. Culebra had known how to hack pretty well too but he seldom did it. He only did it now and then. He was not like Anonymous always using the computer as a weapon. He did it only when he felt it was nessecary. Neto was a bit more chaotic.

He was also angry because Mark had put in that Dimples was a sex offender somehow he had hacked her and made it so. She was scared and laying low. Neto had her staying with Culebra. She was afraid of any reprisal from law enforcement even if it was complete bullshit. He started to type at the lap top. "Orale Manfred...you just became a member of Anubis..."

He had hacked his account for Me TV and changed the passwords. He began uploading videos from the group calling for the purging of Hindus from Kashmir. He had hacked into a National Security Database. The truth was he had been training to do this with Lester for some time but only recently had he needed it. He began to get onto his Life Invader next and began adding various people that he found on the database wanted list. He friended members of the group Lashkar-e-Taiba.

Neto had no fear of reprisal in this regard because he was not on social media and if ever he was people would know it wasn't really him. He also sent money to their leader over Life Invader since the social media platform made this possible. "Well, hermano you just came up red flagged on quite a few watch lists."

He did the same thing to Link but with the police database. He changed what it said and he entered in new information as to where he was hiding since he had been watching him too. He was now wanted by teh NAPD for the murder of that store clerk he had been pinned down by.

The fun was just starting. Now there was the last bit.

Queenwood, Sunbelt, New Austin

William Curtis, a member of the Aryan Vanguard in New Austin had just gotten a text from an unknown number. Then more texts came in. It was the names and pictures and addresses of some of their enemies in the BSU. He was a Caucasian male with dark red hair and a mean looking face a sleeve of white pride tattoos on his left arm. He turned to his buddy Leo Stanfield, a short blonde white male who had served in the Coast Guard. "Hey do you know this number?"

Leo answered, "Yeah that's from the Big Guy. It's a number he uses from inside. Who are these guys?"

"Remember that Multi Culti crew we went against when that nigger and spic got buried?"

"Yeah I remember..."

"A lot of the brothers out here gave up on the hunt for these assholes cause a lot of them aint staying in town anymore. We knew they lived back in Loiusiana. Could even say what city but we didn't know where exactly."

"Looks like we do now...look at this shit...Edie...Dave, Jimmu...jesus christ...it's like fish in a barrel."

"Call Otis. Tell him to get as many boys ready as possible. Same with anybody ready on that side of the state line. We're gonna make the Little Difficult even more difficult."

He readied his Barrett REC7 all though his was brand new and not a 2007 made. This was a Gen 2 and was a piston-operated rifle, available in both 5.56x45mm and 6.8 SPC.

The REC 7 Gen 2's main features include a chrome lined, cold hammer-forged barrel and a modular free-floating handguard with Keymod attachment points.

Leo had a CZ "Western Series" 550 Sonoran. "You think we're up for this? We took a lot of losses," Stated Leo. "They won't have those beaners they were fighting with em this time and they don't know we're coming. You know something Leo? My great great great great grandpa was a New Austin Ranger. He fought against Redskins like the Comanche. Good friend of Kit Carson. He killed at least forty of them sons of bitches with him. Then he died in battle in the 1870's. Men that was with him said he went down at the hands of Quannah Parker himself."

"So what? We aint got no Tonk scouts or no squaws with white husbands this time."

"You're missing the point, buddy. We don't need em. Niggers are dumber than shit. And the white boys on their side are just as dumb."

"I don't know. They seem to have themselves a nice slice of real estate."

"Aint you ever heard that joke, Leo?"

"What joke?"

"There's a cowboy, an Injun and a nigger sitting at a bar. The Injun and the nigger are sitting next to each other. Chief sits there and says we used to be many now we're few. So the nigger says we used to be few in this country, now we're many. Then the cowboy says that's cause we aint played Cowboys and Niggers yet."

"Alright, if you say so. Truth is I been waiting to test this out. They need to pay for all our bros they killed. If I die, so be it long as I take a few of them with me."

"Good to hear."

One of their friends, a muscular Aryan with a shaved head loaded his brand new Sniper Rifle a Kimber Advanced Tactical SOC. "Those things only got five shots. Same with yours," Warned William. "Yeah but we got plenty of ,magazines and we're none too shabby at aim."

South West Sunbelt

A few Condados sat around smoking blunts when one of them came up. "Hey dog you see these texts? These are the pendejos that jacked us before..."

"Word nigga?" Asked a Condado with light brown s,kin the mayatero wearing his heat on backwards. He pulled out his 9mm saying, "I say we go fiuck their shit up then."

"Nah we're not rolling that light, bro. The Zeros got the same texts. They want in on this shit, man. In fact they got some bigger artillery to contribute."

"Like what kind?" Asked the second. "KV-13 with a scope. Rem,ember it won't be just us hitting the Roman bitches up it'll be us and the Zeros and they got choppers even."

"Good," Stated a fourth gang member with a shaved head. "I been looking to get at some New Arcadian pussy in Frenchtown anyway. Plus that place always gonna be a hub for money no matter who runs it."

"Orale. Let's go get some boys and we'll go meet the Zeroes. They want us rolling as deep as we can against these bitches."

Lidell, Louisiana

Two members of the Dixie Mob had just gotten the address for several members including a kid named Buck as well as the pictures of some of of the other men involved with them. "These are the sons of bitches that ripped us off..." Spat one of them.

"Well I say we make em hurt back..."

Southside, Carcer City

Two Days Later

A dark skinned black male with dread locks wearing a blak t shirt and blue jeans named Julius Barker aka J Bake sat in a black Baller SUV when he got a text from none other than the man who had started the Apostles himself and put tohgether the Kin alliance. The man who had 60,000 Apostles ready to carry out any hit on the east coast the midwest or the south that he asked. It stated 50 K a head for many of the BSU members, and 100 K for members of the Roman family. It also said to alert the Latin Apostle gangs and get them to head down to New Arcadia to assist in the matter since Queen had been busted and Marcus Roman had been responsible for Alonzo getting locked up too. It was time for tese second tier bitches to feel the full wrath of as many Carcer City mobs as there were willing.

He showed his homeboy driving him the text. "Word? So all the mobs finna ride on these country niggas?"

"I don't know," Julius stated. "But at the very least us and the Latin Apostles is finna ride. if we can get other mobs down with it too the better but I don't know about you mane but I'm about that paper. If it;'s 100 K a piece I'm with it you feel me? You about them benjamins?"

"Hell yeah!"

"I been hearing about the shit Doom and them been going through I been wanting to help but now I can't turn my back on em now."

"Fo sho man I feel you."

"Call the homegirl Shawndra and tell her niggas need to strap up. We need all that homie. Shotty's choppers, nines, Uzi's we finna show them why we catch the most bodies round here."

They pulled up to the spot and the gang members began loading weapons into the back of a black truck among others. J Bake had for himself a Rock River Arms X-Series Rifle. "Make sure we get enough vests to homie. Can't make it easy on these yuck mouth bitches."

Another homie of his, a dark skinned black male with a dark green bandanna tied around his bald head and he wore a black wife beater and he had beady brown eyes. The homies called him Ant. He carried a Stag Arms 3TMT. "On some real shit fam, I'd be happy just getting 50 K off one of those bitches that's a generous fuckin bounty ya heard?"

A gang member with cornrows and gold teeth in his mouth wearing a Carcer City Unicorn's jersey chuckled. "This shit almost aint fair, man. We got all these state of th art new gats and we're going after these bitches I mean don't get me wrong I hear they gets down in Arcadia but I'm saying still this shit right here be like a black version of the Pimnkertons versus Jesse James you feel me? Almost don't seem fair cause no matter how many of us they kill we'll keep sending niggas till they all dead."

"Yeah but the James brothers killed Pinkerton Agents, remember?" Stated Ant. "Yeah but those crackers still got one of the James boys to pop his ass in the head. Maybe what we should dop is get some of our boys down there try and get one of those niggas on the Roman side to flip on em. If not, cool we still roll through em all. Then they can listen to all that Satanic white boy music they want to in hell when they getting dicked down by Hitler and Stalin."

With that they got into their vehicles and got ready to head south.

New Arcadia

A black Stallion was riding through New Arcadia and Condados were getting their bearings. "This is a bitch detail man why they got us doing this when they get to gun for those other putos?"

"You gotta hit em where it hurts," Stated the driver. They looked at a picture of the couple. Hakeem...man this guy looks like a fag. That girl is kinda fine though. I wouldn't mind taking a run at her."

"Hey we're here to get them both. All we gotta do is snatch this little puto up and we can do whatever we want with his girl right in front of him. Well, that is you can. I don;'t like Puerto Rican girls, wey. Too much negro blood."

"She don't look like it to me but either way we'l cuck this fool."

"What about the guy's sister?" Asked the passenger.

"The pretty mayata with the curly hair? Zeros are in on that one. They got a special carload just for her. In addition to the guys that are gonna be alongside us with the heavy artillery and their choppers when we hit these BSU punks. Whatever you do decide to do to this Alana chica is probably gonna be nothing compared to whatever they'll do to her. Zeros like fucking bitches and then throwing them away like a busted condom."

Elsewhere in the state, members of the AV had pictures of the hospital that Alison Trueblood was being held in was. There was already an attack that would be imminent soon enough on the BSU and the wards affiliated with them. What was one more woman?

Meanwhile...

Neto had gotten rid of the lap top destroying it and the hardrive but not before wiping it just to be safe. He had learned of Mark's progress as far as getting better at hand to hand. It would be interesting when they saw each other again. Neto was more dominant in that department but Mark had trained these last six months and so he would likely be more of a challenge. On the other hand, Neto had quit Meth and he was upgrading on the mental side of things.

He expected Mark to come out of this latest trap but not without taking losses. It was mathematically impossible.

Lincoln Parish

After what had happened in the ward, they had been laying low at a motel in the Parish. Ernesto woke up once again due to the humid heat. It was about 3 in the morning. He heard a splash outside. There was a motel swimming pool but usually most didn't try and swim in it at this hour. He knew Migul liked to swim so he wondered if it was him. He went and checked his room. He was not there.

Miguel was on the diving board and had put a plastic bag over his head with a rubber band around the neck and he dove in. He'd also tied a cinder block to his feet so that he woukd sink. He came up surfacing in a panic removing the plastic bag but he was barely able to stay afloat as he flailed. "Jesus..." He tried to talk and cry out but he went back under \. He managed to grab onto the diving board to hold on. "Miguelito?! What the fuck!" Ernesto growled. He tried the gate but it was locked for the night. Miguel had snuck over. "Dad...help...!" He cried out sounding scared. Ernesto hopped the fence jumping in and he pulled his son up but Miguel gasped, "Dad...I'm stuck..."

"On what? What did you do?!" Ernesto saw it down at the bottom. "Alright hold on..I gotcha..." He pulled his son to the side of the pol. "Just hang on...I got it..."

He dove down and pulled it up. He then pulled his son up and Miguel sobbed as he was face down on the side of the pool. Ernesto growled, "What's wrong with you?!" He whimpered. Ernesto softened his tone and said, "You alright? It's alright...come on mijo...you're alright..." He got the bag off of him and he cried into his lap the same as he did once when he was a toddler.

He got him out of the pool and he took him back to his room to get him dried off. Lady Joker had seen what had happened and she asked, "Did he...?" Ernesto told her, "Now now..." He got him inside and had him go take a shower. He then went up to her and said, "Mirate, I need you to keep this between us. My carnales in the pinta...he maybe my son but suicide is considered an act of cowardice and either way I don't want this coming back on him...or me..."

"Why did he do that?"

"I plan on finding out...just keep it between us, okay?"

When Miguel was finally dried off and changed and clean Ernesto asked, "Son what were you thinking?"

"I wanted to die, pop...I'm tired of this shit...I want out of Onda..."

"Hijole..."

"Listen! Everything I've done...I'm fucking up...Dede and Angel...plus Lady Joker...got raped because of me they died...and if Lady J drops her flag...I say go for it...she's hanging around Adayh...even calling him skin...maybe she's figured out what our hermanos de el norte did...this gang shit is bullshit PAPA! If she wants out...I say she has that right...I ruined her liFE! I know she hates me...I fucked things up...I should have never sent them out there!"

"You didn't do that son...the 4th ward did."

"That's bullshit, dad...!" He said in tears. "She would have never encountered them none of them would have...but I can't just drop my flag and I aint gonna debrief or snitch...the only way out for me is in a box. I shoulda used a gun...that's the only way to make things right by them..."

"You...like her don't you?"

"Nlo..yeah...it doesn't matter, papa. She don't feel the same way and it doesn't matter. I'm just a stupid fucking asshole...trying to be like you...but you never fucked up this bad..."

"Don't know why you think that. Your mother is dead because of me. Luis is dead because of me. Son I fucked up worse than you have. And s I would tell you that she doesn't hate you cause you're both in the same cliqua but I don't know that and she went through hell. If she does feel that way there's nothing you or me can say and we don't got a right to. They violated her, mijo. She's lucky they didn't have Aids. And yeah,..that is your fault. But you can't beat yourself up forever. Even if she hates you, if she wanted to see you die she would have probably made a move on you herself and she knows I would have killed her. She went through all this shit and she didn't do it. So whh are you?"

"You don't get it...I joined Onda..maybe you thought it would protect me but now I can't ever have a normal life..we both fucked up, dad! And mom...I miss her even though I told her I hated her sometimes...I can't even be around Carmen no more...she reminds me too much of her...she's got a life all the rest do. But I'm never gonna have what you and mom had..."

"Miguel I've seen you hit it off with hynas back in Sunbelt you did alright!" Ernesto said with a smile trying to be reassuring. "That was just fucking. Friends with benefits. It's nothing like that. When I die I won't even have what you have. Kids, legacy, nothing. Mom's dead because of me./ You guys were robbing all those banks just to get me out of trouble with the Dixie Mob...if it wasn't for me...she'd still be alive."

"It doesn't do us any good looking back. There's nothing we can do about the mistakes we made. Believe me if I could take it all back I would. I've done a lot I'm not proud of. And making you Onda was one of them. But I have to live with that...I don't want you to never be able to have a life just because of it though. I know what oath you swore." He sighed. "But you are more important to me than Onda. So what you're going to do is pack a bag...and go down to Mexico without me. Go join your brother/. Whatever work he finds you may not be what you want but it'll be paradise compared to this. The downside is you and I can't ever see each other again..."

"I can't leave you, dad. You're al I got left."

"You would have your hermano...you could follow his example. Y Carmen y tu mama. Not ine and not Luis. That's the only way you can get out of the life. There's Aztecas down there but he's living in an area without gangs and cartels. Th way Mexico was supposed to be."

"I..."

Ernesto sighed. "Think about it, okay? I want you to decide in a week though. If you stay you gotta tough this out with me. Though you can leave any time you want if you ever get tired of it but if you do go, you can't come back. In fact I wouldn't be able to know. Lupe would know but I can't. I would have to have deniability."

Ernesto then told him, "You're staying in my room tonight. I got business in the morning. You don't have to come along for it..."

"No..I want to. But...we shouldn't make Lady Joker come if she doesn't want to. And she shouldn't have to be in the same room as me. I fucked up and she's lost as much as we have. She has every reason to get out of la vida. Being loyal to u hasn't gotten her anything good. If anybody should run off to some other city or country and start over it's her. I was selfish...having her and Angel and Dede set those moyos up...but I'm not gonna do that anymore..."

"Son..whether she forgives you or not...that's already a more mature thing to say."

With that they watched TV on Ernesto's bed before Miguel fell asleep and Ernesto held him just as when he was little.

Ubeknowst to the two of them, though she was not in the room, Lady Joker had been listening in through a cup. Her eyes were filled with tars. Needless to say everything Miguel had said was unexpected. She sat down deep in thought.

24 Hours Later

They arrived at the same ward they had been to before. Ernesto had a different plan in mind for how to do serious damage to the 4th ward. He and Miguel pulled up in the JB 700. It had been customized to the fullest. They were going back to the St Lois Projects.

They waited across the street as Felix, Task, Adayh and Cruz made their way into the projects. Felix was armed with an AK-74 and Adayh had an M4A1 while Task carried a Remington 870. Cruz had two Uzis. They all had masks on. Cruz opened fire first striking down two 4th ward gangsters with a barrage of rounds in the chests of both men. Four Apostles came running with their Handguns drawn and began opening fire at all the Native gunmen but all four were quickly mowed down by the Creek warrior who let off a twenty round burst. The fourth gangster had three rounds in his left knee cap. The gangster cried out in pain and Adayh smacked him with the butt of the Rifle splitting his skull open.

"You bitches back for some more?! What's up motherfucker?!" Screamed an Apostle as he came outside brandishing an M4 and two Glendales had arrived four more Aztecas in each car. The man fired striking an Azteca of Salvadoran ancestry in the chest off the bat killing him instantly as the rounds hit him in the heart. Felix let off a burst striking the man in the left thigh and as he fell over, he let off another seven into his chest all the way up to his sternum. Another Ward gangster a shaved headed black man of Haitian descent standing six foot five carrying a Mossberg 500 fired striking an Azteca in the face blowing his head off from the front. One of the Aztecas from the car let off a barrage of rounds from his Mac-10 and struck the Haitian in the chest and as the large black male fell over with twenty in his chest three more hit him above the left eye.

Two female Ward gangsters, one wearing a dark gray midriff top and black jeans and a New Arcadia Sinners cap on backwards over her blonde weave fired a .50 Desert Eagle and hit the Azteca with the SMG in the chest. The second carried a 20 gauge shotgun which she fired at the second carload of gangmembers wonding one with a shoulder shot. The return fire from the Glendales hit the second female in the chest and both thighs a mix of Handgun and SMG fire. Two more Glendales pulled up but these were Marabunta members.

"If yall wanna send your soldiers out here just to get murked that's fine by me!" Screamed a 4th ward gangster with the number 4 carved into his hair and who wore a plain white t and baggy blue jeans as he fired an MP5. He struck on o the Salvadoran gang members in the chest but not before he was mowed down by one of the Central Americans as the tattooed faced Saalvadoran let off fifteen rounds from an AK-74U.

Another Ward gang member who was also an Apostle that had been a sleeper for Doom lit a Cocktail and threw it at the first Glendale that the Marabunta members came in. It went ablaze and two of the gamh members were on fire along with it. The horrible stench of burning flesh filled the air as they burned alive. Their remaining fellow gangsters shot them putting them out of their misery. Task fired up at the man with the cocktail and he dropped the next one he was lighting and he was himself ablaze and he ran screaming as the flames peeled off his skin and his eyelids were burned off as the flames singed at his bare eyeballs.

Two Marabunta members went forward firing their Rifles as five Ward gangsters tried to flank Task and Adayh and they mowed all five down killing three and wounding two. The Marabunta members each gtot their machete out and looked at each other with a nod. The first a dark skinned meztizo grinned wickedly yelling, "Batter up!" As he lopped off the head of a wounded Ward gangster who had six shots in his gut. A gang member fired an AK-47 from the window of his place. Felix warned, "That's the one we want to get!"

The gang member had a silver grill in his mouth and cornrows and wore a black and white striped T. He was a 40 year old OG named Wile Out. "We're coming out to Jefferson after this shit is done you watch! Make sure it aint no more beaners up in the Parish no more!" He screamed. He struck down an Azteca with a headshot. A female Marabunta member with tattoos on her stomach wearing a black tank top and a dark blue bandanna standing at five five fired back at him with an M-16 and he took cover. She then proceeded to fire at a ward gangster coming from the east and she hit him in the right side of his chest with four rounds and five more in the armpit. Wile Out yelled, "Was this your plan, motherfuckers?! Not very practical!"

Now was Ernesto's time. He and Miguel began to drive the car through the projects. "Remember, don't shoot through any houses that aren't affiliated..."

The customized car began to fire its machine guns as they drove through the projects. They mowed down seven gang members that had ducked behind vehicles. The rounds caused their vehicles to explode and Ernesto drove through the fortified housing project and he pulled up to an apartment where three gang members were firing out the window at the Aztecas. They let it rip and the three men were shredded.

They began to spray up other apartments taking out five more apartments as they sprayed them up and each one would have no less than three ward gangsters in them. The Ward hustlers and the Apostles fired on the car and an Apostle in a green and black varsity jacket fired at the 700 but Ernesto floored it running him over and send him flying twenty feet. The other female gangster was mowed down by Adayh and Felix and Cruz covered the two Northern Natives and their retreat as Ernesto and Miguel were the main event. They crashed through an apartment as they blasted away at it and five more were mowed down. They had crashed through Wile Out's apartment. Three more Hustlers lay dead and so were two hood rats who though they were hangarounds were not criminals. Nonetheless brain matter was blown all over their weaves.

Wile Out had been shot in both legs and was crawling on the ground. Miguel had a chain from inside the car. He forced the gang member to put it in his mouth and bite down. The gang member screamed in pain as he did this and Ernesto pulled on his wounded legs. Miguel punched the back of his head. He did this over and over until his teeth broke and his gums were sliced and he pulled the gang member back again and did it more until his grill was wounded as his mouth was full of blood. The gang member tried to ask them something but all that came out was gibberish. "I'm sorry what was that? I can't understand you homes. I understand the African, Jamaican and Haitian acents just fine but I just can'tt understand your babble. Maybe it's a southern thing."

Miguel looked down and sneered, "He probably wants to know why we did this to him..." The gang member nodded his cries still unintelligible. "Your boys raped three homegirl of ours. One survived and she got back at them but you were one of the fuckers that turned a blind eye to it."

Ernesto popped the hood of the car and pulled out the oil filter. "I think it's time we changed it..." With that, Miguel took it and shoved it into his mouth and the bloody mouthed gangster cried out choking both on pieces of mouth jewelry and his own teeth and now the black substance. Miguel forced it down further with gritted teeth."

They left the apartment as the gang member choked writhing in pain as he choked to death on the floor and Miguel had the detonator in hand. "Let's see what this does to the other apartments..." He hit it and the explosion was deafening obliterating more of the housing projects than just Wile Out's. Several more ward gangsters that had been shooting it out with what remained of the Azteca and MB reenforcement were caught in the blast. Despite not being ordered to, the female Marabunta member and another homegirl plus one more guy had lit cocktails of their own and they were tossing them through windows indiscriminately. They set fire to five apartments before they finally took off.

As Ernesto and Miguel got out of the area getting into the van that Cruz had arrived in Miguel asked, "Do you think they got the message?" Cruz chuckled. "I think they know now that we can fuck up their project a lot worse than they think no matter how much of a fortress it is."

Ernesrto thought to himself,Maybe too much...but he only said, "It looks like the FDNA is going to be even more busy than the police. Or at least just as busy."

Once they were back in el barrio, Cruz complained, "Marabunta went too far. Like always..."

"Maybe they did..." Adayh stated. "But today we just took out about 80% of their members. We were only supposed to be the diversion but we were still laying into them while you had fun with your little car toy..."

Task nodded. "Ernesto, you were worried before that you were taking too many losses you can't recover from but today we just gave the 4th ward too much damage to recover from. They're gonna go bankrupt just on the funerals alone they have to pay for. You just destroyed like 1/3 of the buildings there with that blast. Even what didn't get fucked up with the initial blast will from the fire.

Meanwhile back in the 4th ward, a black female suffering third degree burns was being assisted by two non affiliated civilians. she could not talk but she had seen what had been done to Wile Out. She knew who Miguel was and even though many ward gangsters felt like he didn't deserve the fear associated with Onda, today it seemed he had earned it. She was scared of the look in his eyes she had seen as he had tortured Wile Out to death. She had been among the soldiers fighting the Aztecas and Marabunta. Her back was broken from the ceiling collapsing on her and burning her.

"Who did this to you, girl...?" Asked an older Creole man as he tried to keep her covered. "m...Miguel..Miguel..." She whimpered before she lost consciousness.

Packie

All though Ivan had insisted on staying back on the east coast he was back in Los santos aftr the hell they had caused. Gordon luckily was able to hold his own against the guineas and anybody else that might be trying to attack and for this he was grateful. He just hoped that Ivan would meet him back there soon enough.

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Okay so that's it for this chapter I wanted to make it longer but 16,000 words is quite a bit and I can continue the rest of what I want to do in the next chapter. Neto will have to face the Lost over the consequences of the series a robbery from which he will take the brunt of the blame. I wanted to show Mai get wounded this chapter or that is "Wasted" as I have shown it happen to Neto Paul and Ivan.

So now it's happened to here. You wanted to see how the different gang affiliations and different friends would play out and now you have. Also we showed a bit of Neto's hacking skills that he learned from Lester and honestly you can get in through porn sites. he thing is Neto didn't want to get in a war of hackers and it may be true what Mark said in a previous chapter that if you hack a hacker you open up trouble but the thing about that is Neto sees himself more as a hacker on the defensive than offense because it's like ok yeah you would piss off a hacker by hacking them back but then it's klike what are you supposed to do otherwise? I mean it's like those guys at anonomouys hacking identities but they don't want the same thing done to them.

As far as the references to the Condados who are based oh the Tango Blasts there was a previous chapter in Zilla's story where the BSU went after them and some Zeros (Zetas) and Felix was glad to do it because they were cartel. In a previous chapter of mine as a result of what Lee did carnage happened in Rancho and multiple gangs got involved so while it may not be his most imaginative thing, Neto has more or less done the same. I haven't really decided on a replica gang name for the Maniac Latin Disciples but that was who I meant by brown members of the Kin so I think ZXilla wanted it to be Latin Apostles I'm guessing in any case it's logical that they would get involved too. And Neto cloned numbers to make it look like Larry Hoover gave the order when he didn't but honestly, Doom doesn't need much motivation for that anyway. If you don't know what im talking about you should read New Arcadia but honestly there's a better chance you've read that than this. Anyway the way i see it is with Alonzo and Queen being caught that leaves Doom out two soldiers. So now I want to see how Zilla will write these various enemies coming to do the same thing.

Plus the AV and the funeral shooting is from a n earlier chapter of his as well these oc's names i mentioned it's not that i intended to do much more than name them on this chapter it's outta my hands now whatever he does with them I just wasn't gonna say gang member one gang member two etc. The only one i even have an actor in min for is the Apostle with the dreads base him on Chief Keef who's music i hae never listened to but i know swag fags and wanksters love mumble rap that is so popular in the midwest and the south.

Ok onto actors.

Mugs is visually based on the gang member played by Sonny Vue in Gran Torino and Sly is visually based on the character Elvis Thao played.

Vera is visually based on the pornstar Lucy Thai and her ancestry is as well as are a lot of the other pornstars on here

Kona is based visually on the pornstar Mia Smiles

Lana is visually based on Jessica Bangkok making this the second story of mine she's in but in Ballad she was as herself in this she's a character.

Win is based on the pornstar Avena Lee

Jade is visually based on the pornstar Kya Tropic

TJ is visually based on Bee Vang from Gran Toreno ewho did not join a gang in the show but this is kind of a what if aspect of that if he had.

Also Queenwood is based on the Kingwood neighborhood in Houston.

There was more I wanted to show in this like i said but I can get into it the next chapter. As far as internal bleeding and that scene with Lana and Mark and Grisha that is what you're supposed to do for the most part. There's different kinds of internal bleeding and different symptoms but in Mark's case it would be chest trauma and honestly I did kind of get that off of Snowfall when the Isreali gangster Avi shoots one of his own men wearing a bulletproof vest (It's kind of a tet he puts his men through) and he caused internal bleeding so the South Central born protagonist Franklin had to drive him a nd sve him. That honestly sounds like a GTA mission.

As for the scene with Miguel's attempted suicide, I based that on the scene from The Sopranos when AJ tried to kill himself. I had Ernesto's reaction be almost exactly the same as Tony which was turning gfrom screaming whats wrong with you to it's ok baby. I get the feeling of unreseolved issues between Zilla character lady joker and miguel so i wanted to fill in the blanks with what Miguel thinks about it.

I also almost forgot that there is still a couple more 4th ward guys that havent died yet cause he did say i can kill one with Neto i think eventually still. He also said he had a flashback in 2005 with Neto or before Katrina involving Neto involved too so I wonder what that will be. Or i mean after Katrina excuse me. Anyway until next time.