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.

59. The Alamo In Rancho

2013

Neto

Revenge Denied

He got patched up by the Red Road MC members and he awoke having crashed on the couch of the motel he'd passed out in Vincent walked in. "How you holding up, brother?" He asked. Neto asked, "What's with the hospitality, homes? You were Paul's friend but me I know you saw me as a thug for what we did to that guy based on who his girlfriend was. You saved my ass and I get that...but what's the catch? You could have just patched me up you didn't have to let me stay."

The female who had gotten the bullets out of him, who he learned was named Raven scowled saying, "Hey, you called us, not the other way around, buddy."

"Alright, fine. I did think you were an asshole before but you did save that girl. I can see why Paul gets along with you. It's just...you have to understand. In Liberty City he worked with Puerto Rican drug dealers and even a few Mexican cartel families. His trust in people like that, Elizabeta Torres, Manny Escuela and Alfonso Vasquez, gangsters like that, and it ended up being misplaced trust. Plus as much as I don't blame the regular people from where you come from, understand something. Cartels are trying to reach out to the rez's. I'd like to believe that it's just the white guys trying to get us hooked on booze and meth but the cartels do it too. After all, business is business. And when I found out you were with the Madrazo cartel, the same cartel as Alfonso Vasquez, I thought I was even more right about you. But then, I find out you had a hard life. You joined theirs cause a rival cartel killed your parents only to have the Madrazos turn their back on you. Then you turned Zapatista and you lost your wife and child. You've been trying to get rid of them ever since..."

"Well, I know it was a use of your resources to get the slugs outta me and risk getting arrested too. So what can I do to return the favor?"

"Well, we do need help. Recruiting. As much as this could be dangerous territory, I want to recruit into the inner city too. Kids that come from gang backgrounds, broken homes, drugs. Get them to ride with us..."

"You want to have kids go from one gang to another?"

"We're not a gang..." Vincent replied. "We're a brotherhood..." Neto chuckled. "Just like a hipster, a gangster denies being a gangster."

"Well we don't deal drugs, we don't pimp women. We don't tolerate substance abuse either. And we're at war with the Mexican cartels too. You know...a lot of brothers on the rez's I've been to, they hate Mexicans because of the cartels. See em as no different than the white man. But me? I know better they just lost their way. Mestizo societies fucks your head up. It would help bridge a lot of the ddivision between red and brown cousins if a ousin like you was willing to help us. GYou know the Madrazo cartel better than anybody. What if you didn't just get revenge on the men that killed your family? What if you could take the entire Madrazo cartel down?"

"It would just create a power vaccum back home and those always end in more deaths...somebody will always move in to accomodate that appetite. The Cosa Nostra understood this when they were started and they unerstood it when they started to lose influence. From the days when they wouldn't touch chiva but they would bootleg, to the days when wise guys started using themselves. Trust me...I've seen a couple cartels fall and it didn't change much.:

"That maybe true. But it will also save a lot of lives. It'll leave one more cartel decentralized and defunct. I'm not minimizing what happens in your hometown, the britality the decapitations, the burnings. And I would never say that lives up here matter more. But the fact is America is the biggest drug consuming country. If you destroy this cartel, it would still mean less junkies. Meanwhile the current junkies could get help. If you stop a lot of the addiction in America, there's less incentive for the cartel to seize power. People act like we gotta fight tis thing in Mexico since that's where the cartels are but honestly they're up here too and the biggest consmers are here. This is where more of the drug wars should happen."

"Are you from Canada? Paul did say three fifths of the people are in Canada. That's 60% right?"

"Yeah, since the Revolutionary War. Joseph Brant took us up there when we lost most of our land on the US side. He even has descendants today. Every one of us you see with the surname Brant is a descendent. Why do you ask?"

"Because maybe you don't know how the war on drugs is going in this country. Poor fuckers from shitty neighborhoods get locked up and rich assholes get a slap on the wrist and guys like Madrazo get away with it. Vasquez too."

"Of course there are things wrong with the laws. And that has to change too but I'm not a law maker. They consider guys like us vigilantes but honestly, we're doing more to help our communities back east than any cops are. The point is, if the cops won't do anything about the cartels in a way that matters, we will. I even get why you were after Javier too..."

"If you know so much about me you know about my enemies..why not take them out yourself? I don't want that but you could have done it."

Raven put the TV on. "Mob witness dead in plane crash. A private plane crashed earlier. Among the dead was Javier Madrazo, a key witness in a case against his cousin, alleged mobster Martin Madrazo. Javier Madrazo was at the point of testifying against his cousin. Without his testimony, the case will likely collapse."

Neto yelled, "FUCK!" He turned to Vincent. "So Martin hired somebody else to do the deed for him! That's part of why he sent me after him. I want the motherfucker that killed Javier dead!"

He calmed down and sank on the couch, defeated. "I had one purpose to live for. Revenge. Now i can't even get that. Martin denied it to me. I can still finish the remaining thirty originals in the Zeros but I can't kill the motherfucker that killed Nenetl and Emiliano..."

He dialed Martin Madrazo walking outside. "So much for having me kill your cousin, right? Who killed him, Marty?"

"You better watch who you are talking to, you dirty peasant! You failed to kill Javier. I had to act. You are not as good as you are said to be. I got a couple of out of staters to do in one day what you couldn't do in a year."

"Which outta staters?"

"That is not your concern!"

"Out of curiosity, was one of them a certain meth dealer based in Sandy Shores?" Martin chuckled but didn't answer. "Wow. It fucking is! You really are an idiota..."

"Why do you sound like that? Did you have a stroke?!"

"I will have your disrespectful tongue cut out you insignificant peasant!"

Neto chuckled. "You know I was gonna tell you the same thing you limp dick hijo de puta. One minor difference. You want to HAVE my tongue cut out. When it comes to yours I'm gonna do it myself."

He then added, ""Wait...does your voice sound funny cause you're blowing somebody?! Is it the guy who did Javier?"

Neto looked on the news and saw that there was a story about Patricia Madrazo being kidnapped and there was a picture of Martin with his ear cut off. He burst out laughing. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?! 'Victim of kidnapping scheme' let me guess. You didn't pay him, right? I'd keep an eye out for Trevor. Knowing him he'll probably be beefing your ruca tonight..."

"You and he will both be put to death. Not only will you not have your revenge you also will join Trevor in hell!"

"You know something? If I wasn't at war with that motherfucker myself I'd help him take you out. But he just wants your money. I want your blood. I'll talk to you later, Senor Van Gough."

He hung up. He then asked Vincent and Raven, "So what can I do? What do you want me to do for your club?"

Vincent said, "Well for starters, from San Andreas to Liberty we have problems with the Lost Mc and the Angels but the Lost have taken it upon tehmselves to be a bigger problem. The Lost push drugs on the Paiute rez. They may not be friends with the Madrazo cartel but they push drugs all the same."

"So what do you want me to DO?!" Neto asked. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go with you to the barrio. Recruit some of the youth into the club. I understand the Vagos are the largest gang in LS. They should be who we start with."

"I don't know about that, bro...you show up in somebody else's turf and start trying to recruit people, they're gonna see that as a a challenge. Especially if you're gonna try and get fuckers to leave the gang."

"Look, this is what I need, alright? I was going to ask Paul for it but he's gone. I may never see him again. And I know it's going to be violent. We're gonna have to get our hands dirty. I don't want war with the Chicano gangs. If I can get them to go our way and stop trying to be pawns for the cartel..."

"Wow...and I thought I had unrealistic goals. Anyway, i'll agree to try but I can't make you any promises."

"That's all I ask..." He turned to the Native man who had driven them. "By the way, that;s Gabriel saved your life just as much as Dawn."

"I guess I owe you one too then...I guess you got the same goal in mind, eh?"

He nodded. "Yeah...I might not be full patch yet but I believe in it. I struggled with alcohol for five years. AA wasn't working but being on the road, it's like it filled a hole that Whiskey tried to fill. I've never been freer than on a bike. Except a horse. I guess it's a steel horse in a way, right?"

2015

Neto

South Central Does It Like Nobody Does

The ex cartel member raged with anger at this. He grabbed his FX-05 Xiuhcoatl .He also had his Mondragón ready and he wanted to break that out first. He couldn't believe these vatos were really coming. He turned to Listo. "You got people ready?"

"Si mon let's chop these motherfuckers out, homie..." The cholo said as he loaded up an AK-74. The cholo turned to Neto. "Perro give it to me straight did you know these fuckers were coming?"

"No..." Neto said. "That's bullshit..." Listo stated. "You're a vato that's pretty much an assasin you don't do shit without a plan. That chaotic pedo might have been your steelo before when you were on meth but now you're bnack to tactics like you were when you were in the cartel."

"Alright," Neto said. "I had an idea. But I couldn't be sure. I had a plan in place in New Arcadia. It was to deal with some people a long way off. It had a 50% chance of working. All things considered they're pretty banged up so now they're on their way here and they're banged up. That's how I want them. Wounded and angry. That means they'll make a mistake."

"Perro, I'm running my own cliqua and I could die any day that's la vlda out here but shit like that I need to know. If I get clipped it should at least be for a good reason doing something useful. Defending the varrio is good enough for me but at the same time, the vatos and hynas on the block rely on me to tell them what to do."

"Look you know I'm a pilli, entiendes? That means with any leadership sometimes you have to keep information safe so that your men might not know. But you've got brains. So you figured it out. We'll be fine. As a matter of fact, just because I did predict something was coming, I took a little precaution. I've been feeding them and keeping them..."

He took him out to the truck he had out front. He opened the back to reveal three BSU members unconscious. He was a Caucasian of German American descent with a brown crew cute and gray eyes, and he stood at six feet. "What did you give him?" Asked Listo as Neto forced his eyes open despite being out cold. "Don't worry about it. This vato is cannon fodder so are the other two. It works well cause they just got out of prison for assault charges."

The other two consisted of a Caucasian man with curly blonde hair and blue eyes with a thick beard and he was five foot five. The third was a Caucasian of Greek descent with a slight tan and green eyes.

"Where in the fuck did you get these jokers, eh?" Asked Neto. "The day I killed Lyle. I took a couple of his bitches with me."

The gunfire was everywhere and he knew that these pieces of shit had just done a number on the Aztecas in the varrio. Jose had an MP7, Gata had an M4, Nata had an AN-94, Chela had a Remington 870 and Pajaro, who carried a Calico with a 100 round clip had two bullet wounds courtesy of the BSU. He and Chela had barely escaped the onslaught off Lowenstein. "Who was it?" Demanded Neto. "Was it a white boy or a mayate?"

"It was a juero in the Rancho Projects..." Lokita told him in a bit of a shaky voice as she carried an AK-74 and had come back to Listo for more ammo. "And a Chino on the boulevard..." Chela said. "Fuck it...I don't know who the white boy was but I know who the other is...what color was his hair?" Troubles, replied, "Red..."

Culebra chuckled. "Well, I guess he didn't get enough love before..."

They came into the hallway seing a sea of white faces firing at them he saw three Vagos dropped instantly. Neto aimed and caught the first one of them, a brown haired Jewish American BSU member in the left eyeball. "You fuck with one of us you fuck with all of us!" Screamed a blonde haired white guy with a blonde Mohawk and a black t shirt with a Lamb Of God T shirt on. Neto fired striking the youngster who was only about five four in stature carrying an MP5 in the chest and the stomach. He fired at his head next taking a piece of his scalp off along with the only remaining strip of hair on his head. He thought to himself, That's one more blow against appropriation, Oso, eh? That ones for you, homes.

Just then the building was rocked in a blast. Neto and Joaquin were knocked to their feet. He saw civilians running from their apartments screaming in Spanish. "Shit...it's not safe outside for them..." Neto realized out loud. "It aint safe in here, either, bro...at least this way they have a chance. I'd sooner take a bullet than burn alive..." Neto growled, "We gotta put this fire out!"

Neto looked for a fire extinguisher but it wouldn't be enough. He dialed Lester. "Lester! I need to know where the nearest firetruck is from where I am! We've got an emergency."

"Alright...there's a fire station in El Burro Heights off Capital Boulevard. Seriously you've lived in the city for two years how do you not know this?"

"Now's not the time to be a smart ass! I usually start fires I don't put them out!" He turned to Culebra. "Can you keep these fuckers busy?" Culebra nodded. "Not a problem. Our guys got hammered pretty hard but I'm gonna help turn the tide."

He turned to Gata and Nata, "If you can help any of the families get outside that have their apartment on fire, do it," The two agreed to it. Normally the hard working people of Rancho would be against them being gangsters as gang wars often got innocents kiled but now this was different. These were upper class people, college students and outta towners. This was worse because usually with your run of the mill drive by's exchanged between gangs, maybe one or two would get killed at most as far as bystanders but this was next level shit. These fools actually dared to come into a working class neighborhood and pull this shit.

As a few of the civilians, both men and women made their way into the building, they were struck down by MP5 rounds. "Fuck bro...those weren't gang bangers..." Said a BSU member. "Lee and Jimmy said it don't matter. That chola was in neutral colors and they sot. Just be careful..."

"Are we sliding back?! Is this the Suspender Riots part 2?!" Yelled Neto as he fired his Assault Rifle dropping the three BSU members who had done this. He ducked into a corner reloading and then made a break for it as Jose, Pajaro and Chela covered him. He got into the Glendale and tore up the street towards El Burro Heights. "Shit...this isn't good..." He called Lester back. "Hey I need one more favor! I need you to put out some kind of APB that gets all units all the way across town even the chotas down here. These bitches are killing civilians down here and I want to make sure they don't escape! I don't want any fucking LSPD getting in my way!"

"I'm not gonna call in a bomb threat for you this time but I have some contacts that can cause a diversion. I'll tell them to start shooting at police officers and then drive away leading them on a wild goose chase."

Neto got off the phone and in good time pulled up to the firehouse as two Mexican American firemem a Colombian firemen, and a female of Peruvian descent got ready to go out. "Fire alarm got pulled in the complex off El Rancho Boulevard. Teenagers keep on doing that like it's stil the 0's..." The woman said. Neto pulled up and pointed his Rifle at them. "I need a fire truck. It probably is just a false alarm but I got a real fire at the Jamestown housin projects. It'll be dangerous but my soldados will protect you..."

"God...please, don't shoot!" Cried the Colombian. "Mirate cabron! I'm going to shoot if we don't head out there right now! Matter of fact I'm riding with one of you..." He turned to the woman. "You take my car, I'm riding up herre with them to make sure they don't try and tell dispatch. You can go as soon as you put the fire out. Or you can just tell me how to do it once we get there."

He then looked at the woman and said, "And mija, if you crash my car, I kill you. If you try and text the police or put your hands anywhere but the steering wheel, I'll kill THEM..." The three men looked nervously at each other. The first Mexican American a light brown skinned Mestizo whose family originated in Veracruz asked, "¿Estás tratando de ser un héroe? Los héroes no apuntan con armas al departamento de bomberos."

"Just think of it as doing your job. This fire will probably be the most important fire you put out. One, because your life depends on it. And more importantly a bunch of men women children and elderly people's lives depend on it that are caught in the crossfire of a bad situation!"

"Why can't you just call the police?" Asked teh Colombian. "Do I look like the kind of vato in good with the LSPD? Serio?"

"Alright stupid question..." Said the second guy a Mexican American whose family hailed from Tabasco. "But who the fuck is doing this?"

"It's a gang called the Brothers Stand United. Now I didn't want to hold any of you hostage. Unlike la placa I actually respect you guys. But I don't know how to drive one of these much less use the fire hose. I pretty much need you assholes, alright? Besides I'm doing this to save lives and a building. I could have just let it burn and considered it collateral damage."

"Aren't those guys just the kind of punks that get in fights at mosh pits?" Asked the second firemen who's last name was Vasquez. "That's what they were but they've been influenced by some bad BSU hombres from New Arcadia. They're radicalizing them,. They attack gangs, they kill cops, they've even attacked Merryweather. Who knows? In some ways they might actually be worse than most gangs. Even Marabunta Grande! Marabunta does mass shooting in Central America but they'd never get away with it here. These fools are gavachos. They can get away with it. They're upper class. "

"Taking on Merryweather? Come on, wey," Stated the man from Veracruz, Sgt. Reyes. "Those guys are trained mercenaries."

"It doesn't matter if you believe me about all that right now but you will when I show you what they've done at the projects! At the very least you'll know that much is true. So whatever you tell the police or the media, I guess you could tell them I threatened you. But I was trying to save lives and people's homes. They WOULD not have gotten there in time. You were just about to head out over a prank call. I was on my way here and I went down El Rancho. There's no fire. Where there's smoke there's fire and there was no smoke."

They got to the apartments. "Orale...all four of you gotta stay behind me if you want to survive!"

The Vagos and the Aztecas were trading rounds with the BSU and the BSU members also saw the fire truck. "They're trying to reverse what we did here!" Yelled one of them and he fired his MP5 at them. Nata was unwilling to let that stand. She fired striking one of the BSU members in the stomach and chest, a Caucasian with curly red hair cold blue eyes and pink skin. She hit him with five rounds below the heart on the right side of it. She struck him with four to the groin and the next six rounds hit him in the face blowing his brains out. The rounds hit the man in the nose blowing it off.

The man fell over with dark red spraying from his face. He fell over and she yelled, "That's what I call a bloody nose!" She fired the AN at five more BSU members who were trying to pick off the firemen as they began to hose off the fire driving through the courtyard of the projects where laundry often hung from clothing lines. They fired at the truck and luckily nobody got hit from it. "Unbelievable! You stupid fucking pieces if shit!" Cried Jose as he fired at one of the men striking him in the chest with four rounds five in the stomach four in the butt and six in the back.

"Chingada!" Screamed the Mexican Navajo. "What kind of people shoot at firemen?!"

The three BSU members had woken up and ran to where Lou, the BSU chapter president was. He gave them each a weapon. He gave the first man, Greg, a 12 gauge, the second man, Kyle, he gave an MP5 and the third man, Andrew, he gave an AK-47. They began to join Lee and the others. "Where were you?" The BSU leader asked. "I...we got outta jail and...we must have gone on a binder. I don't remember. I blacked out."

"Nice to see you take the straight edge vows seriously. Jesus! First Sunbelt now you guys too?" Growled Lee. "Hey now is not the time or the place," Warned Thire. Greg opened fire striking a Vaga in the chest destroying both breasts as the blast hit her. Lou opened fire with the MP5 striking a Vago down and an Azteca female. "Fuck!" Screamed one of the Aztecas as he ducked behind a dark blue Phoenix.

Neto aimed the Rifle down his sights and caught one of the BSU members in the right side of his jaw. "Hijo de puta! You wanna fuck with me, mamon?!" He fired again striking a BSU member in the chest. Listo was firing his AK with rage yelling, "You think this is fuckin Grand Larceny 5 homes?! You think you can just come to Sur Central like you own the place and not get blasted?! ¡Gavachos mueren por aquí!"

Three BSU members fell dead, the first fell with seven rounds in his chest, the second had ten in his stomach the third fell with five in the face. "Vagos por vida!" Screamed a Jamestown Rancho soldier as he sprayed an Uzi taking down another BSU member only to be mowed down by Lee.

Lou yelled, "You fuck with one of us you fuck with all of us!" He was soon struck down, however as Lokita fired her own AK striking him in the waist from the left side to the right side. The rounds shattered both hips and he fell over coughing up blood. "Lou Brother, get up!" Screamed Hardcase. He fired at Lokita but she ducked behind a yellow Glendale and fired back blindly. Lou was alive but in a world of pain.

Dimples had two Skorpions in hand and she sprayed angrily dropping four BSU members at once. Lee popped off two shells from his shotgun striking an Azteca of Central American descent n the face obliterating his skull.

Culebra waisted no time firing on the three BSU members mowing down all three of them. Culebra told Neto, "¡Ne lo agradecerás más tarde!"

(You'll thank me later!)

Neto thought to himself, I guess...

Lee made his way inside the housing project. Jimmy was right behind him and two Vagos tried to flank them but Lee let them have a face full of fury with a shot from the Saiga. The second one was somehow still alive and moving but Jimmy fired striking the man in the chest.

Jimmy felt the sting of a shot in his left arm as a Vago let him have it with an Uzi but he got to cover before more damage could be done. Lee le him have it with a blast to the stomach. Neto was aware that somewhere up there was Listo. He was pissed that his hood was being attacked. He fired a burst of rounds from his AK striking Lee in the right hip but the Chinese American had seen it coming. "Pinche levas! Who the fuck you think you are?!"

"Our city makes this city's murder rate look like a joke!" Yelled Lee. "It doesn't matter! You're on my stomping grounds and it still aint safe for you outta town bitches..." Listo had El Pavo with him since the carnal had been in the neighborhood taking care of some business. So was Angel. He had survived his gunfight with the Ballas and the Families and was right back into it. Angel was firing a Benelli M3 like a mad man striking two BSU members.

He suddenly fell over as Lou opened fire on him taking him out with a . "Mierda! They got Angel!" The OG from the North Side Vagos yelled. He fired striking the gang member in the chest and the back and stomach. The high ranking BSU member coughed up blood on the floor. Listo pressed the barrel of the AK into his already bullet ridden back. "Ese Listo, cabron! All you bitch ass BSU motherfuckers better ask about me! I'll be paying your neighborhood a visit!"

"We're not from any one neighorhood, asshole!" Yelled a Polish American BSU members with brown eyes and a shaved head and glasses carrying a 12 gauge. "We're from all over we're not a gang!" Listo yelled back as he hit the man with a burst of rounds to the waist, "I don't give a fuck!" El Pavo wasted no time either the OG from Cypress Flats sweeping his Uzis across and he took down six of them all of them falling over like a stack of bloody dominoes. "I know where these lames stay at, homes! We'll burn them out when we're done here! They're finished in LS!"

The BSU members continued to fire at the fire truck. The Colombian fire man and Vasquez fell over with bullet wounds. The fire was mostly put out but there was significant fire damage to the building. "Okay! You can go! Get him outta here get him to Central LS!" Neto yelled. Approximatley twenty apartments had been lost in the fire. At least four of them had people inside that had been unable to get out.

Smoke was everywhere. He told the non wounded fire fighters, "Give us your oxygen masks and however many other ones you got in the truck!"

They did as he asked and Neto put it on. He was attempting to draw them in. The smoke was still there and it caused the BSU members that were trying to go after them in. "He's gotta pay...for Lyle..." Groaned Lou as he limped to try and get to them. "Hey I'm the man you're looking for, motherfucker!" The BSU members made their way inside only to be choked by the smoke and unable to see. Neto's eyes were teary but he was able to breathe. He wasted no time empting the magazine into them.

Dimples, meanwhile had taken two rounds in the left hip while Jose took a shot in the right arm. They kept pressing forward. They no longer needed the masks. They were hoping to draw Lee and Jimmy in but they either had not taken the bait or they had not yet gotten as far as Neto.

Ten Minutes Later

After a near brush with death involving a truck and seeing too many comaradas dead, he now found himself face to face with Lee and the BSU plus he had his comaradas. They opened fire on each other. Lee struck Neto in the chest with the Saiga. Santa Muerte was lucky that he had on military grade body armor under his clothes or he would have been toast but it still caught him off guard. Lee fired another shot as Neto got to cover behind a gray Bobcat that had been riddled with rounds in the gunfight. Glass shards kicked up and caught Neto in the right cheek. He had his Battle Rifle unstrapped this time and he fired striking Lee in the left shoulder and grazed him once. "What the fuck...do they even make those anymore?!" Lee cried out after he was through growling with pain. "Where'd you get the bullets, chico? A museum?"

"Never mind where, pie face! Mauser rounds still kill. Shotgun Maria..." Somehow, despite being called Shotgun Mary before, being called Shotgun Maria sounded more offensive. Perhaps it was also because Maria, as Luna had told him, was also sometimes used as a slang for faggot.

"Fuck you!" Screamed Lee firing at Neto. "We're wiping your hood out, asshole!" Neto fired the Rifle back at him but Lee had ducked around the side of the building. "Yeah and I'm running for president, motherfucker! Let's see which one happens first!" Hardcase was still doing too much damage with the .50 and Neto could see that. He had to put a stop to that. He aimed down his sights with the Rifle as three Aztecas tried to keep Lee pinned down. Neto took a few rounds in the right side as Lee fired his sidearm as he didn't have time to reload fast enough. Neto felt on go through his left shoulder, another grazed his right arm and another got him in the side. Right now, however, Lee was not the biggest threat. Hardcase was.

Neto got out a bag of cocaine off of a dead Azteca nearby. This was intended as the coke they were supposed to sell for Onda but he only had about a dime bags worth left. Still, this was a emergency so it wasn't like the guy had to worry about paying his dues anymore. He quickly put some onto his hand and snorted. He looked at the dead Azteca. "I want you to know...you died bravely...and your sacrifice will help me live same with your cocaine...well if you think about it it's really MY cocaine but all the same...gracias for saving some. Thanks to you I get to live..." He knew how self centered that sounded but at the same time, he also realized there was a selfless aspect to this too. "Which means other people will get to live," Sometimes, it took a monster to defend against other monsters. In fact that was almost always the case.

Neto fired striking the .50 and shot it from his hands and as he got off another round, Hardcase fell over with a bullet wound to the gut. "Fuck..." He fell over bleeding from the mouth. They made their way back into the burnt part of the projects. Lee and Jimmy and Samuel, Jesse and Hardcase made their way inside. The air was still harsh and the five men were choked up. As he limped in with two more BSU members, Lou coughed up more blood barely able to breathe and he fell over. Joaquin and Jimmy had also taken shots at each other but missed.

Lee told Samuel, "Get him to the car! His part in this fight is over!" He turned to Lou. "Him too!"

"I'm not leaving..." Vowed Hardcase. "Neither am I...Jimmy...I think he's the one that did it...I think we both want the same guy...but I don't think I can fight him..you take him..save a piece for me..."

Lee took a round in the back, a .556 round that exited out of the right side of his chest and he fell over. Just then, theh BSU medic was at his side Kix doing what he could and Ren was alsoo at his side. Lee's vision blurred but he then sat up as he felt a needle in his chest. He looked to see that Ren gave him an adrenaline shot. "HOLY FUCK!" He roared. Kix told him, "You need to hold still while I patch you up. We got enough cover to keep you safe..."

Lee stood up. "I'm good from here! Thanks. you two get outta here! There's no point in you getting shot here."

Culebra spotted Jimmy and Jimmy growled, "YOU!" Culebra sneered. "You got what you came for. I hope it's worth it..." He tossed his gun aside. "Now's your chance."

Neto charged at Lee punching the Asian hard in the right cheek bone. The Asian backed up to give himself some space and he gave Neto a roundhouse kick to the stomach, remembering his kickboxing. He hit him with a left jab to the chin followed by a left jab to the right eye. As Neto's head snapped back, Lee, being careful to not punch anywhere near his forehead, hit him with a hard right crossover hook.

He followed up with a left battering the Mexican and as Neto fell over catching himself just barely by landing on his hands, as he got up, Lee hit him with a hard right uppercut. Neto had blood dripping down his chin. He grabbed Neto by the collar telling him, "You know we weren't even really supposed to be coming here to kill you today...maybe we didn't think it could really happen but now I'm making sure it does!" He hit him with a left uppercut and sent him hitting the ground hard. Lee went to try and body slam him but Neto stopped him with a foot to the gut.

Lee wheezed and he got up and Neto hit him with a punch using about half of his trength hoping to draw this out as long as he could. Nevertheless, Lee's lip was busted open and he hit him again with the same amount of force behind it and his nose bled next. They were fighting in the middle of some deceased Vagos apartment, a man who had been killed by Echo before he had been killed himself. Lee spat his blood onto the floor but he threw a hook at Neto hoping for an eye gouge. Neto caught his arm and flung him against the wall and Lee smacked his face against it.

He got up staggering with a daze but Neto showed no mercy, bombarding him from behind until Lee stopped him with a leg sweep and he kicked Neto n the side and he tried to get his coodination back as blood ran down his head. He tried to keep Neto back since he was bulky in size, Lee wanted him at a distance for attack. Neto head butted him and Lee's nose bled from this. Neto struck him in the chest with a left kick and sent him flying back.

Lee saw his shotgun in sight and he went for it. Neto predicted it and Lee fired striking him in the best and Neto growled, "FUCKING PUSSY!" He made his way outside across the court yard but Joaquin and Jimmy were content to keep fighting in the ruins of the blown up building. Lee chased him across the yard. Because of Neto's interfeence they were able to get the fire to the building with Jose's mural put out as well as save the others.

Neto waited as the Chinese American came through. He waited in the apartment of yet another Vago that had been felled by Echo before his death at Neto's hands. Lee was searching the hallways. Neto saw Gata and Nata getting some of the civilians out still warning them in Spanish. He saw Lee aim his Saiga at the back of Nata's head. Neto had planned to sneak up on him but he wouldn't stand for it. "HEY!" He brought the shotgun around and it alerted Gata and Nata to Lee's presense. They went to aim their Rifle but Neto grappled with Shotgun Mary over the weapon. "VAMANOS MUCHACHAS! THIS BITCH IS MINE!" He let Lee get the better grip on the shotgun only to kick him in the stomach. Lee did manage to club him in the face with it but he ended up losing his grip as Neto grabbed his arms. They hit the ground.

Lee threw a hard right hook to Neto's jaw. He followed with a left crossover hook. He tackled him and drove a knee into Neto's abdomen winding him. "You know an innocent girl got killed in New Arcadia cause of your bullshit?!" Growled Lee as he had the upper hand at the moment throwing Neto against the wall. Neto coughed and rolled out from under an ax kick intended for his head. Lee kicked him in the back and tried to delay his recovery but Neto got a safe distance from the Asian American BSU member.

"Who says she's innocent?" Neto chuckled. "She was..." Lee growled. "The girlfriend of one of Mark's brothers."

"So in other words, not at all?" Lee lunged at him in anger and tackled him managing to land a blow and grapple with Neto. Santa Muerte managed to throw him off against a counter. Neto told him, "Don't lecture me about innocents. There's innocents laid out all over the projects since you brought fucking amateurs!"

Jimmy lunged at the Mohave Indian and threw a hard left. He hit him and his lip bled instantly. "Is that all you got? My abuela hit harder than you..." With that, he kicked the redhead in the stomach and the followed with a right blow to the left eye. This temporarily blinded the redhead and Culebra was at his back in an instant blindsiding the back of his skull with blows. The redhead fell over smacking his face on the floor. He stood up with a bloody lip himself. Jimmy faked a right blow and Culebra caught it but that was exactly the BSU member's plan. He twisted around in a karate kick and sent the average height ex Seal staggering against the wall winded. Jimmy followed with a punch to his nose causing him to bleed followed by a blow to the jaw and a left jab to the mouth. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" He growled.

Culebra stopped himself from falling by catching himself on one knee. "Aright..." He said brushing the blood aside. More blood still came but he didn't have time to rub it off more. He waited for Jimmy to come at him which he did. He moved sideways and Culebra stepped aside using his left hand to block Jimmy's next left. Jimmy tried with a right and Culebra let him run into his right hand and with his left hand he grabbed Jimmy's right. He folded the redhead's arm back pushing it backwards towards the shoulder which he grabbed his shoulder with his right arm and and he kept his left arm gripping Jimmy's right and he used his leg to trip the young man and he followed up with a slam shoulder down onto the ground.

Jimmy cried out in pain. His joint hadn't been dislocated but it almost had been and it hurt like hell. To buy himself some time he kicked Culebra's right leg out from under him and the Chicano hit the ground with a thud a bit winded so to play it smart, he rolled away giving himself enough time to catch his breath and get to his feet. Jimmy got to his feet after and he let him. "Just so you know...when this is over...I'm gonna be carving BSU into your asshole..." Growled Jimmy.

Culebra laughed. "I'm sure you think so. It'll be fun to watch you try. I know why you killed these vatos out here. To get my attention. You got it but that's not even my neighborhood, bitch. Before we continue our dance, I think I should ask you something."

"What's that?" Asked the BSU member. "Yo're not on my level, but you are talented. I'm not sure what branch you served in. I'm guessing maybe ROTC maybe a bit more than that. Probably didn't serve any real military tours but you did get the training and I can see you didn't get rusty..." The red haired white male asked, "Your point?"

"I've seen footage of what the Concrete Soldier can do. He's tough and he may have been shown shit by veteranos but he was never actually in the training you were in. And Lee..." He looked at Neto and Lee who were exchanging blows. "Kick boxing aint no lightweight shit either. So I guess what I want to know is why you take orders from Mark? You've got more combat skills than he does. And if for some reason you don't, you could easily improve. Neto and Mark...in some ways they were evenly matched but neither one of them had what you could really call formal military training."

"Fuck are you talking about?" Jimmy asked. "Wasn't Neto in the military where he's from?" Joaquin nodded. "True but as much as I hate to admit it the training down there doesn't compare to up here. So Neto learned as muich as he could from a third wotld military even if it is powerful enough to get by...and Mark learned from a bunch of fucking senior citizens that spent more of their adult lives in prison than on the streets. You and me...we know what it is to go through the hard training."

"Mark hasn't had an easy life. He used to be locked in a closet. He can run laps if that's what you're implying..."

"That aint shit, ese...when I used to get in fights in my neighborhood my grandma would tie me up and lock me in the garage. Only thing is there wasn't much space since we had more than one vehicle in there. So there was just enough room for me to lay down under the bumper and slide my way out but I couldn't stand or sit."

"So what..you think you and me are the same huh?" Culebra shook his head. "I didn't say that...you're just closer to my level than Mark is even if you're just a rookie. But you aint Navy. And frankly, I don't think you'd last in the spuds program..." He suddenly caught Jimmy with a surprise punch that knocked the redhead on his back. Jimmy got up again and charged at him and forced the Mohave against the wall throwing a punch at his abdomen hoping to wind him. He ripped off Culebra's bandanna and threw it at his face temporarily distracting him and he hit him with the six types of punches. He hit him with two left jabs in the chin, followed by two crossover hooks. As Joaquin hit the ground with blood drops hitting the floor, Jimmy wasted no time hitting him with an uppercut. Joaquin fell over and Jimmy let his rage take over kicking the Mexican American in the back.

"YOU CUNT! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I'M JUST GETTING STARTED WITH YOU!" Culebra head butted his causing his nose to splurt blood and he followed with a hard right to the gut that took the redhead's breath. "I'd ask you head or gut but you know..." Culebra said and he punched him in the right temple causing Jimmy great pain. He grabbed Joaquin by the face and slammed him head first into the wall twice. The smacking sound was sickening.

Joaquin was dazed and he fell over. Jimmy had a combat knife on him as well in case things got close. He put his knee into Culebra's back and twisted his arm behind it. He got Culebra's sleeve up and he saw the trident tattoo on his left arm. "You motherfucker...what's it gonna be? Fire or knife?!" Culebra tried to throw the redhead off of him. A case could have been made that Culebra was physically stronger and more imposing than Jimmy regardless of size but Jimmy had him dead to rights. "Chinga tu madre...maricon..."

Jimmy let out a sadistic cackle. "You just made this that much easier..." The redhead let the rage consume him as he began to cut off the trident tattoo. Culebra screamed in agony despite being trained to take pain, who could honestly be cut like this and not scream?

He sliced through the skin and Culebra bled extensively. "YOU FUCKING GINGER PIECE OF SHIT! AGHHHHHHHH!" Jimmy held the piece of skin in hand growling, "You don't deserve this. And you're never getting it back!" Unable to control the rage he felt as he thought about the numbers carved on him, looking suddenly like a crazed Celtic warrior facing hordes of Roman legionaries, he shoved the large chunk of skin into his mouth and began to chew on it and Culebra, holding his bleeding arm as it dripped to the floor, and he was woozy a bit, grabbed his bandanna that he'd worn on his head and he retreated trying to buy himself time to bind his arm into a tourniquet.

He swallowed the skin and yelled, "You don't deserve to wear it! You're a disgrace to all men in uniform!" He grabbed the FN Rifle and began to run back down the hall. The BSU still had some members in the project hallway firing at each other. There was three of them facing off with three Vagos and two Aztecas. Jimmy was grazed in the left leg by a round from a Vago who had run out of ammunition for his Uzi and went to his M9. Jimmy let him have it with a face full of rounds.

He proceeded to fire at the next gang banger, a tall Salvadoran American standing at six feet with dark brown skin and wavy black hair wearing a blue plaid jacket over a black long t shirt and blue jeans. The gangster fell over with fourteen rounds in the abdomen. The BSU members that remained fired back striking another Vago in the throat but a Vago next to him opened fired back striking him in the stomach. Before long, the remaining BSU members in the hall aside from Jimmy were laid down by automatic rounds. He fired his magazine taking down the rest of the cholos and he began to follow Joaquin's blood trail.

El Pajaro managed to hit a large man of Maori descent before he got to cover as some of the fighting had still carried back out to the courtyard. He also fired on a Filipino gang member with him. They returned fire and hit the Salvadoran Pajaro taking two rounds in the right arm before he got to cover behind a dark blue Rebel. He still sprayed rounds as he halfway slid halfway fell to behind cover the fall more because of the bullets than any clumsiness. Chela made it to cover behind the same truck. She fired striking Tup from a distance. The man fell with pellets having hit his legs and both shoulders but he was far enough out that the spread didn't do as much damage as it would have if he had done it closer or at least at medium range but the Filipino was twenty five yards out.

Thire grabbed him and dragged him to cover. "Tup you alright brother?" He asked. "That fucking bitch shot me...goddamn it!" He growled.

El Pajaro was in pain but he tried to fire from cover. "Te debo una, esa. Gracias..."

(I owe you one, esa. Gracias )

The Honduran replied, "De nada. Debería haber cargado las conchas para esto. ¡Si lo tuviera, habría sido letal!"

(I should have loaded up the shells for this thing. If I had it would have been lethal!)

He told her, "In case we don't make it, I didn't mean what I said about you before. Truth is I would fuck you..."

"Aprecio la disculpa pero esto no es hora ni lugar cabron! Además, ¿qué te hace pensar que te follaría?"

(I appreciate the apology but this isn't time or place cabron! Besides, what makes you think I'd fuck you?)

He chuckled, "All the ladies love Pajaro..."

To the two Central American gangster's delight, Zorra and Licha arrived both carrying AK's but Zorra had an AK-101 while Licha had an AK-47. An Azteca who had just dropped a red haired BSU member was hit in the forehead and his brains exploded. "Fuck! Who's doing that shit, bro?"

Helgada, who had just mowed down two BSU members yelled, "Sniper!"

"Somebody has to take them out! Don't we have any Neighborhood Snipers around here?" Cried a Vaga with light brown skin brownish blonde hair a black tank top showing off her c cup breasts and her toned abdomens asked as she fired a Mac-10. "Luca, Jaimie and AB but they're dead!" Screamed back Troubles.

Jose was in an apartment and he made his way into a room where he saw one white male with shaggy blonde hair taking shots at Aztecas and Vagos on the ground. He aimed at the back of the the redneck and pulled the trigger only to hear a dry click. The redneck heard it. Though Jose had proven himself an effective killer doing what he was told including the hit in Little New Arcadia, he was still a rookie. He had shot civilians and in a few small scale skirmishes in the streets he'd dealt with smaller groups of enemies and he had even been good for a few larger scale gunfights but not like this. Not with enemies that had Sniper Rifles and Rocket Launchers. The man turned aroynd to face him but Jose wasted no time tackling him wrestling for control of the Sniper Rifle. The man hit the younger man in the chest sending him hitting the wall.

He winded him and went to club him in the head with the butt of the Rifle but Jose ducked or rather fell to the ground before he could hit him. The redneck went to try and point the Rifle at him close range but Jose kicked him in the groin. The redneck cried out and the Navajo got up swinging with a right hook to the jaw. The redneck cried out staggering back but he grabbed Jose by the sleeve of his shirt and threw him against the wall driving a knee to his chest winding him.

He kicked the gangster and Jose fell again. "Boy, I can see you're thinking you can take me on cause you got a little size to ya. But that don't mean you got experiencem" He went to point the Rifle at him again but Jose kicked him in the right knee cap this time kicking it in. The man fell over screaming, "YA DIRTY FIGHTING LITTLE FUCKER!" Screamed the man. Jose jumped on his chest and punched him in the face. He hit him with three more blows and while the man was not able to walk he snapped his other leg up and kicked the young Chicano off him. The redneck was bleeding but he managed to grab his sidearm. Jose got to his feet as the redneck was grabbing a Browning and he kicked it from his hands. He stomped on the man's other knee cap and he screamed.

Jose began to club him with his own weapon. He saw the redneck's nose bust open with a cut and blood was running down from the inside and the outside of it. He hit him again and again until he was no longer conscious. He stood up and stomped his head in three more times. Just then he was shot from behind in the side. He fell over with a bullet wound in the right hip. There was another redneck, the one who had also been sniping. He growled, "You little shit! You killed Sid!"

He groaned as the redneck put a foot on his chest. "World's a better place without him..." The redneck got him in a headlock with the Rifle choking him. He growled, "I could break your neck but that'd be too good for ya!" Jose struggled to breathe and get free but the redneck had him. "How's it feel? You never really know how important air is till you lose it. Kinda like sex..."

Just then, a barrage of rounds struck him in the upper back so as not to hit Jose. The redneck fell over bleeding and Jose looked to see Dimples standing there. She was carrying an MP5 she had taken off of a dead BSU member when she'd run out of ammo. The redneck coughed up blood as he lay there face down going into shock. One of the rounds had hit him in the back of the neck and his spinal cord was exposed.

Dimples helped him to his feet. "Se como te sientes. La inocencia es la primera víctima de la guerra."

(I know how you feel. Innocence is the first victim of war.)

He was silent as he coughed trying to get his breath back. He then said, "I owe you my life..."

She told him, "You and me...we've seen too much and been through too much. Grew up too fast. We gotta watch out for each other..."

Meanwhile, Jesse was attempting to help get Lou to safety while Samuel was helping Hardcase walk. Just then, the four men were surrounded. Five Vagos and five Aztecas, four of the total gang members were females. Listo, Troubles, Lokita and a female with brown curly hair wearing a brown plaid shirt over a white tank top with reddish black lipstick and her eyeshadow. She carried an M4 Spectre. The next chola had wavy black hair and wore a top that was colored and designed like a yellow bandanna with a light blue one tied around her forehead. The five Aztecas were Helgada, Lil Maniaco, a man of Salvadoran descent with a shaved head and a light blue Football jersey, who stood five foot five, a Mexican American with a crew cut and a handle bar mustache wearing a white wife beater carrying a Mac-11, and a Mexican American who was also half Chinese carrying a Desert Eagle.

"Fuck..." Samuel cursed upon seeing they had them cornered. "Fuck is right..." Helgada said and the chol in the football jersey fired his own VP70 into the knee cap of Samuel who cried out in agony. "FUCK!" As he hit the ground and since he fell, so did Hardcase.

Meanwhile, as Neto and Lee kept battling, Lee was putting up a hell of a fight but Neto was toying with him. Lee decided to turn the tables as he hit the wall headfirst after Neto had punched him five times and thrown him. He noticed a dart board. "Whoever lived here..." Lee said as he grabbed one of the darts. "Had great taste!" He threw one at Neto striking the Mexican national in the chest. "FUCK!" Cried Neto.

Lee threw another one at him aimed for his eye but instead it went through his left hand as he held it up to block it. Still his hand bled as Neto pulled it out only for Lee to throw another and this one actually went into his right ear. Neto screamed with agony and rage and Lee got a twisted smile on his face throwing another at his cheek. He grinned. "Let's see if I can get a bullseye!" He went to try and aim between Neto's eyes but Neto threw his back and as luck or chance would have it the two darts collided midair however unlikely it seemed. If Neto were not fighting to stay alive, he might have taken time to be awed by it. Neto pulled out the darts and yelled, "This isn't feng shui, puto!" Lee threw a hard right causing his bleeding earl lobe to bleed further. Neto drove a knee into Lee's stomach winding him.

He then threw a hard right that hit Lee hard enough to cause him to spin to where his back was to Neto. He grabbed the Chinese American and slammed him to the floor face down. He began to punch him in the back of the head but Lee drove a hard right elbow into him. Lee then followed with a left kick to the cheek and he got to his feet before Neto did and continued his assault but the gunshot wound was slowing him down.

He threw a punch at Neto's head from the back and sent him staggering. He did it again but this time Neto grabbed his hand and flung him to the ground following with a kick to the chest. Neto kicked him in the ribcage this time. Neto pulled him to his feet and began to bombard him with punches. The BSU member was getting dazed. The two were back in one of the more burned down parts. Neto threw him against one of the support beams.

Lee's right shoulder was dislocated and he howled with pain. Neto proceeded to pounce on him again and punch him but Lee noticed a rusty screw sticking out of the side of a piece of wood. He grabbed it pulling as hard as he could even as he was losing strength as Neto was bodying him with punches to the gut. With one last burst of strength, Lee got the nail and stabbed Neto in his right side not even taking time to think of where to stab. He just did it on instinct.

Neto cried out and Lee kicked him off of him. He made a break for his dropped Handgun and luckily he got to it. He aimed at Neto. "This has been fun but this is over..." Neto sneered spitting blood away. "I thought you guys were about honor?"

"And I thought you weren't? In any case we both busted a couple of myths today. I'm the one boxing and you're the one using martial arts..."

"Yeah...you're a natural boxer...like the boxer rebellion..." Neto said with a sneer. "Except in that war you would have never fought for your own. The society of harmonious fists. No, you'd be with the missionaries that betrayed your own country to the eight nations. The kind of guy the Boxers would want to take hostage."

"It doesn't matter..." Lee said trying to ignore the pain as he kept the barrel trained at Neto's face. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win a fight. Even cheat...maybe you should have taken a bump of meth."

Just then, he heard barking and Neto was relieved to see that Listo had his pittbull with him. The Pitbull was named Tiny which was ironic because the dog was built like a tank. "Get him!" Before Lee could do a thing to stop it, the dog was on him and chowing down on his arm. Lee screamed and Neto took the chance to snatch the gun from Lee's hand. "You were saying?"

Neto looked at Listo who grinned as the dog chowed down on him. "The problem is he's just gonna be hungry in an hour again..." Neto said. "But sabes que you know what I call this? A dog's revenge! Now all we need is a baby girl to drown you and a cat to eat what's left!"

Lee screamed, "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING MUTT!" Listo whistled and yelled, "Tiny! ¡La cabeza!" The dog began to attack Lee's head chewing on the back of it. "The thing about pitbulls...their jaws lock. He aint letting go until i tell him to."

Lee shrieked in agony his screams getting high enough to wake every dog and break every glass. "Aye Shotgun Maria! I didn't know you were a soprano!"

Neto gave Listo a look and Listo said, "Tiny! Ven aqui!" The dog let go of Lee. A piece of Lee's scalp had been ripped by the dogs powerful jaw in the back of his head and it hung in a bloody hair piece.

Neto got Lee to his feet forcing him up. "We got your compadres, alright? So your little invasion is over. I don't know how far you thought you were gonna get but you were kidding yourselves..."

Meanwhile, in another part of the building, Jimmy yelled, "Come out and face me, coward!" Joaquin's voice came out from the darkness where the redhead couldn't see. "Come and get me...eating my tattoo...that's pretty disgusting..."

"You're no Seal..." Chided Jimmy. "I can always tell a fake Seal. You got a tattoo. That's not smart for if you are ever in a foreign prison. Then you can't claim that you're just a foreign tourist. And that's when that countryu's intelligence agency will torture you until you talk."

Culebra emerged from the shadows. "Correction. We don't wear them during an operation. Only after we're done with our tour or retired. You just raised my medical bills but at least I won't have to get a laser removal..."

Jimmy still held the knife and he looked to see that Culebra had indeed tied off his arm. "Now you got one good arm..."

He lunged for him but with his good arm, Joaquin caught his wrist. He slashed at Jimmy's right cheek and also cut him on the forehead. Jimmy tried to get the knife from him but Culebra plunged it into his hand so that he only had one good hand. His left hand, in addition to his arm having been shot, was now useless. Culebra caught his next blow and threw him against the wall bombarding him with punches. Jimmy retreated into the hall out of the room they were in. Though Neto had put out most of the fire, there was a small ember about the size of a fist. Jimmy saw a dropped blue bandanna. He put it to the fire and yelled, "Knife AND fire!" He pressed it against Joaquin's wound and Joaquin was briefly ablaze He stopped dropped and rolled causing greater pain. Jimmy grinned through bloody teeth. "Gotta cauterize the wound..."

"Let me guess...Seal Team Six?" Taunted Lee. Joaquin groaned in pain but did a leg sweep kicking Jimmy's legs out from under him. "Three, asshole..."

He threw a hard punch to Jimmy's face and Jimmy hit him back. Since he was not able to block with one hand and punch with the other, Joaquin had to resort to dodging. He kicked Lee in his bad arm and the redhead cried out. Joaquin punched him in the left eye socket hard and he fell over and Culebra, with rage stomped as hard as he could with all of his weight on Jimmy's balls. Jimmy cried out letting out a squeal and he did it again even as the redhead tried in vain to keep his groin protected with his hands. This only resulted in his hands and his balls hurting.

"Sometimes to make omelets you gotta break some eggs..." Culebra said with a sadistic sneer. He picked Jimmy up by the hair and then let him go hitting him with a left blow to the face. Jimmy grabbed him with both arms and the two began to grapple out in the hallway. His eye was swollen. As the two grappled for control, Helgada came into the hallway and said, "Oye! We got your boys. I'd give up if I were you."

Jimmy shoved Culebra back and turned to the Azteca shot caller who was aiming at him. "You're lying."

"Your friends are Lee, Tup, Hardcase, Samuel and Lou, right? If you want to see them alive you come with us..."

Culebra forced Jimmy forward. "If he makes a move, I wouldn't mind if you shot him..."

Helgada shook his head. "Neto had another idea..."

He had the five BSU members on their knees. Culebra ordered Jimmy, "You got you revenge. Now get on your knees..."

The redhead reluctantly did.

"Here's what makes no sense. I get that we had our little bout back in your city and that all had to do with me killing two of your boys and you killing Aztecas. What doesn't make sense is you all invading Los Santos over Lyle. It made me laugh. I mean these three and that Samoan vato I saw you with I get. They're from here. But Lee and Jimmy?"

"What, you don't get loyalty?" Asked Jimmy. "That's my point. Granted, I did take the fight to you on your home turf and so did Ernesto. And to a point you attacked Ernesto's men in Sunbelt. So that's normal. But you come all the way out here to avenge a president out here. You didn't think to make a trip to Los Santos before all that? See, I know now that was you causing trouble around here, Lee. And you did it cause Culebra here fucked your boy up. But why wouldn't you just stage a full scale invasion on us when I took out Victor and Miller? Think about it. Germany invaded Russia. And Russia invaded Germany. It wasn't a one way street."

"We don't charge in like you. Like a 'Hurricane' we actually plan our assaults."

"But it's been almost a year...you could have made your move on me by then. Shit, you could have just come at me. That's what you're doing now. Guess you didn't love your hermanos enough...but you'll come and avenge your boyfriend's culo just cause he got some numbers carved into it."

"Hey fuck you. He's the one that did that...if anybody is gay it's him."

"Yeah but Lee sure was quick to avenge your culo quicker than he was Victoria and Millie," This earned a snicker from Listo the Vagos and the Aztecas. "We're going for a quick walk over to the other building you tried to burn down..." He forced them to walk and Lou was the one who had the hardest time walking. Jimmy stated, "Goddamn it guys..why did you surrender?"

"We had no choice...they flanked us..." Said Samuel in a gloomy voice. "And all the rest of our friends are dead. I don't even know if Thire and Tup made it..."

They were soon in the front yard of the projects and there facing them was the residents many of whom had lost innocents to them. "Estos son los hombres que nos invadieron. ¡Quemaron tus casas! A la policía nunca le importaría nada de este tipo de cosas. ¡Los gavachos dirían que, en primer lugar, se suponía que no debías estar en este país! Dispararon inocentes porque una chola no llevaba colores. Sé que muchos de ustedes nos odian. Y lo entiendo Hubo un tiempo en el que yo también tendría. ¡Si no hemos cumplido con lo que decimos que hicimos antes, protegemos el vecindario y hacemos justicia cuando la policía no se lo da, déjeme hacerlo ahora!"

(These are the men that invaded us. Burned down your homes! The police would never give a damn about this sort of thing. The gavachos would just say you weren't supposed to be in this country in the first place! They shot innocents because one chola wasn't wearing colors. I know many of you hate us. And I get it. There was a time where I would have too. Buit if we haven't lived up to what we say we did before, protecting the neighborhood and getting justice when the police won't give it to you, let me do it now!)

An Azteca who had survived the onslaught on Ray Lowenstein said, "I also heard one of them say they were gonna clear the neighborhood out and 'make it better' the fuck does that mean? Less Raza?"

"That's not what we meant and you know it, you son of a bitch!" Yelled Jimmy. Culebra punched him in the gut. "You don't speak..." Neto chuckled. "And they say they're going to clean out the neighborhood of guys like us. Even if they didn't mean it in that way, who are they to judge us? These guys deal drugs back in New Arcadia. They steal drugs. They kill people. They've obviously proven they don't care about innocent lives..."

A lady in her mid forties with two crying daughters carried a lifeless six year old boy. She was in tears and he had been struck in the chest with a stray round. The bullet wound was consistent with a 7.62 round. "¡Mi hijo era inocente! ¡Él no te hizo nada! ¿Por qué tuvo que morir? ¡Solo porque no puedes apuntar!"

Culebra translated. "She says her son was innocent and she wants to know why he had to die. Just cause you guys can't aim?"

Lee looked and noticed an old man in his late sixties with a bullet wound in his head and an entire family crying over him seemingly their grandfather. There was several other bystanders. There was also a few who had been hit that was still alive. "¡Así que te pregunto, gente! ¿Qué hacemos con ellos? ¿Cómo podemos hacerte justicia? ¿Deberían convertirlos en policías?"

(So I ask you, gente! What do we do with them? How can we get you justice? Should be turn them into the police?!)

The crowd angrily screamed, "¡Mátalos!" Neto smiled. "The people have spoken. ¡Bueno! Voy a tomar estos hombres y tratar con ellos ahora! ¡Prometo que la ayuda estará en camino!"

(Okay! I'm going to take these men and deal with them now! I promise help will be on the way!)

They took them all back into the burned building and the whole time the crowd threw objects at them, smacked them, slapped and spat on each of them. It was like an old school instance of mob justice. A few men women and teenagers numbering about nine in total began to attack them. All six men fell to the ground underneath the sea of brown fists and feet. Neto and the others pulled them off of them. "Calmate! We'll take care of them!"

He then turned to the Aztecas. "I want you to get as many trucks as you can and load the cuerpos up. Helgada will show you where to go to deal with the bodies. Helgada, I'll text you in a bit. Just get as many trucks as you can wrap these bitches with tarps and get them to Blaine County. Actually, some of you will go to Blaine County. The rest I'll text other details. Just get to that while we deal with this. The Juras won't get down here for a while. Culebra then said, "Wait have him leave at least half of them. Including the three fuckers you saw before."

Hardcase tried to get up and grab one of their guns but Culebra hit him with an uppercut to the nose. He hit the ground hard and the Cypress Flts based cholo held his left leg up before stomping on it proceeding to break it until the bone poked through the skim. "AHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" He cried out. Culebra then broke the other leg in the same way. "This hurt? It feel like torture? You deserve worse for firing a .50 in a residential area, fucker."

He kicked his legs stomping on the bones. "PLEASE STOP! FUUUUUUCK!" He cried. He borowed Neto's machete as Neto's cell chimed. He quickly took the machete to Hardcase's knees and chopped both off. The skin plus cartilage and bone were exposed. Culebra smirked. "Nice effects. They almost look real..." He said poking the open knee getting a yowl from Hardcase loud enough to wake the dead. "I WASN'T TRYING TO KILL THEM I WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU YOU SHIT!" Culebra nodded. "I'll be sure and tell the family members that. I'm sure they'll understand..." With that, he used the machete to scoop a piece of muscle and tissue from the torn wound slicing it onto the blade. "It looks just good enough to ahhhh..." He forced him to eat his own flesh from the knee and tears ran down Hardcase's face. He could no longer scream his voice gave out and was caught in his throat.

He got a text from Lester indicating that the police would probably not be on the scene for at least an hour as even the Davis Sheriff's Department had gone out after the Triple 9.

They were back inside the apartment and Neto got his machete out. "You know, I saw your friend lose his head. It all happened so fast though he didn';t really feel the full pain of being decapitated. Did you know just like a chicken with its head off runs around, did you know that the human head is still alive for a bit too? I just always wondered how they knew that. Did they interview a guy who had his head cut off?"

Listo asked, "Whose idea was it to come start some pedo in my neighborhood?" Lou growled, "That's what you get...this fucker..." He spat looking at Culebra. "Killed my brother."

"That might be true but I don't give a fuck cause the vatos in my hood got family too."

Listo whistled to Tiny, "Ready for dinner?" He commanded the dog and it began to chew up Lou. Lou screamed like a damned soul tortured in hell as the dog began to chew at his arms already bad enough from being shot. The dog then went for his throat and began to bite it. Before long, it ripped open more neck flesh and punctured his coratid artery. "That's a good boy, eh..." As Lou bled to death and soiled himself shaking. Neto brought the machete over to Jesse. "You're first..." With that, he began to drag the m,achete through his neck. Jesse let out a gurgling sound as the blade easily slice through his windpipe. The blood spurted from his neck like a river.

Neto pulled the blade out causing more blood to spill and he cut his head off in one fell swoop. He held the bloody head in his hand. He held him up with a sick grin as the body collapsed and blood from the neck poured all over the floor. Lee's pant legs were soon warm with his blood. He tried to get up to stop Neto but Neto hit him in the nose with the handle of the machete. He fell back down.

"You came all this way just cause one guy was mad that his brother got killed? Maybe I didn't make myself clear the first time,. But I'm glad you guys finally had the balls to try us. You put up a good fight but that's over now..." He then held up the decapitated BSU member's head and noticed his eyes actually seemed to follow his gaze. "Holy shit! Hahahahah!" Neto cackled. "That's how they knew! Holy fuck! This is super scientfic, homes!" He then took even greater delight when he noticed the expression on Jesse's face had turned from shock and pain to genuine horror. "Shit bro...! I've never looked at this up close just after the fact! You got something to say?"

He then pretended to work his mouth like a puppet. "Whuy did you get me killed, Lee? Why didn't you save me Jimmy?" He put on a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like him making it all the more offensive. "I didn't kill him you sack of shit! You did!" Screamed Lee. Neto chuckled. "You did kill him."

"What...?"

Neto said, "You killed him. Okay I mean I killed him but you got him killed. But the way I see it is...you should have killed him since you got him killed."

Culebra tossed Jimmy's knife to him and said, "You kill...him..." He said beckoning to Samuel. "No..." Jimmy stated. Culebra pressed Lee's dropped Handgun to the back of his head. "You do it or I'll kill you..."

"Go ahead...I got friends that will avenge me..."

"I'd do what he says..." Neto said. "If you don't he'll just kill you and then kill him anyway."

"You're going to kill us no matter what we do!" Growled Lee. Culebra turned to one of the cholos. "Hey, fuck this gun get me something stronger..."

He was handed a .50 Desert Eagle which he pressed to the back of Lee's head. "Alright then I'll kill your boyfriend."

"We might let some of you live. If we don't let at least one or two of you live how will Marcus learn what happens when you send outta towners to San Andreas?" Neto asked. Pajaro suddenly emerged carrying the head of Echo. "Look what I found, ese...nice handiwork.." Culebra told him, "Toss it here!" He did and he proceeded to beat Jimmy over the head with the skull. He did this again and again and Jimmy sank to the floor as he hit him again and again. Soon, Jimmy's vision was blinded by blood from his forehead pouring down.

Gata and Nata stood there with their Rifles drawn on them too. "You remember us? Santa Muerte says you had your friends take pictures of us to threaten..." Neto pressed the skull of Jesse's lips up to Lee. "Give him a kiss goodbye."

Lee tried to pull away but Neto clocked him in the face with the skull. "Do it now! I'm gonna need a tetanus shot because of you, bitch!" Lee reluctantly did this. It was a clear example of psychological warfare.

The two females fired a burst into the stomach of Samuel. The man cried out in pain coughing up blood from the wound. "Let that make it easier fort you..." Neto said. He put the machete to Lee's throat. Culebra continued to beat Jimmy with the skull of Echo. Finally, he let the head hit the floor. "Lee...you gotta do it brother...p..p..please...no sense...in both dying..." Coughed Samuel.

Lee took Jimmy's knife. "I...I can't..." Jimmy cried out, "Stop! I'll do it..."

He put his hand on the knife and Lee, shaking did the same. "We'll do it together..."

Lee hoarsely choked out, "I'm sorry..."

"Me too..." Samuel said in a world of pain. "That's what happens when you threaten people you don't know, bitch! People get killed!" Gata screamed. Neto ordered them, "Into his throat. Now."

They hesitated a moment but Neto put the blade back to Lee and Culebra put the Desert Eagle back to Jimmy's head. They both blunged the knife into his neck. They made sure to sever an artery hoping to try and let him bleed out as quick as possible. He coughed up blood as a gurgling sound came from his throat as he bled in their arms. They held him in their arms as he bled to death choking on his own blood. "It's okay...just rest brother...it's almost over..." Lee tried to say to sooth them but Neto could see the BSU member didn't really believe it.

Finally the light in his eyes flickered and he was gone. Neto turned to Lee. "About sparing you...I lied...i'm gonna still send you back to New Arcadia as a message to Mark. I never said you'd be alive..."

Just then he felt cold steel at the back of his head. "Let him go..." Mai said. He growled, "Are you fucking serious?! You have the worst timing!"

"You've made your point. There's gotta be fifty dead BSU."

"You drop the gun, bitch..." Zorra said as she, Pajaro, Chela, Troubles, Lokita, Listo, Helgada, and Dimples had their weapons aimed at her. "Before we cut you to pieces."

"You could get me..." The Vietnamese American replied. "But not before I get him."

"Bullshit, eh..." Culebra said as he took Lee's sidearm and aimed at the IAA agent. "All on of us have to do is hit you in the brainstem. You take a shot in the brainstem your grip lets go."

"Even so, you want to take that risk?"

"These people invaded our neighborhood. What the fuck do you want?!" Demanded Neto. "Let them go."

"Not a chance..." With a swift sudden move he swung an arm around and disarmed Mai's Handgun. "You must be stupid coming here by yourself with just a pistol. And I know you're with him now..."

Culebra looked at her. "Truthfully bro, I think we should put her down with them too."

"Alright if you won't listen to threats, maybe you'll listen to reason. Your son is still alive."

Neto chuckled. "What?!" He shook his head. "Bullshit."

"You never found a body for the child. He's been raised by Javier Madrazo in secret at least for a while all though when he died, they were keeping him down in Sinaloa. Madrazo decided to move his wife back to Mexico and that they would raise Emiliano as his own..."

She reached slowly and pulled out a picture. "This is what he looks like now," He was a toddler and he had a full head of hair but it was him. "If you ever want to find out where he is you let them go..."

"Lee and Jimmy, huh?"

"And Hardcase..." Jimmy said. Culebra took the Desert Eagle and pressed it to the back of the man's skull and pulled the trigger. The powerful .50 slug went through the back of his skull and blew out his face as the exit wound exploded. His face was gone with nothing but a red mess remaining as brain and skull matter decorated Lee and Jimmy's face. "NO!" Lee screamed. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Screamed Jimmy tears of anger pouring down his cheeks.

A second round went through and sent Hardcase's teeth spraying all over the floor and Neto spotted at least twelve teeth blown up and broken and bloody. A chunk of brain matter also exploded coming downward from the nasal cavity. "GODDAMN IT NETO!" Screamed Jimmy.

"You're putting me in a difficult position..." He growled. He sighed. "Fine. But if I find out you're lying, mija? I won't just kill you. I'll gut both of your parents in front of you."

Mai helped Lee to his feet and Jimmy. Jimmy had a concussion from what happened to his skull. Lee then looked at Neto and said, "At least let us take the bodies..." Neto asked him, "When the war with Los Aztecas in New Arcadia started...did Mark let any of them have a proper burial? Last I checked, that bitch gave them to rednecks to eat and they would have eaten Loka too. You like to talk all kinds of sadistic pedo to her...maybe I deserve to die, Lee but you deserve to die too. Maybe I'm evil but you're just as evil."

Culebra nodded. "And that fool right there..." He said beckoning to the bloody chunk that remained of Hardcase's head. "Six innocents got hit by strays from that .50 he was using. No way he's walking outta here..."

"We're not leaving them!" Insisted Jimmy. The Aztecas and Vagos aimed at them again. "That's the deal. Your dead stay with me if you go. You can either stay here and die or go and live but you're not getting their cuerpos."

Just then, Neto, who was coked out of his mind, took his own machete and lopped off his own index finger. Culebra saw this and went, "What the fuck, man?!" Blood sprayed all over Lee and Jimmy an he took his own severed finger in his hand and used it to poke Lee in the eye as hard as he could until it bled a bit. "That's for Ana causing mine to bleed but that's just a taste of what that bitch has coming."

Lee growled, "Why did you cut your own finger off you fucking psycho?!" Neto leaned in. "Because if I ever see you in Rancho again, I'm not gonna do that to me. I'm gonna do that to you..."

Mai told Lee and Jimmy, "Come on...let's go. Before he changes his mind..."

Mai got the two to her car. "I'm gonna get you some help..." She promised. There were Aztecas and Vagos who were not okay with this and they opened fire at them as they were getting into the car. She got them in and shut the door and luckily the car was bulletproof.

"You gotta...you gotta get me to Kix...he's the one who was gonna patch us up..." Lee said. Jimmy added, "We gotta find Thire and Tup...they could still be out there and if that asshole finds them...he won't spare them..."

Before long they made it back to the safehouse. Ren and Kix had made it by the skin of their teeth. "Jesus, Lee..." He said as he examined his piece of scalp that was loose in the back of his head. "This is gonna need stitches. The fuck happened to you?"

"A dog bit me...alright...Kix...until we can get access to real medical care...I'm gonna need you to staple me...just like back in the old days..."

"What?"

"You heard me...you have to staple my scalp back..."

He did as he asked and Lee winced with pain. He turned to Mai who let him squeeze her hand. The Chinese American thought, Guardian angel...

4 Hours Later

It had taken some doing and now they were handling the bodies. Some they had taken to the foundry in East Los Santos to just be , had been melted in acid just as Neto used to do for the Madrazo cartel. The rest were brought for the Altruist Cult. "That sure is a lot of long piggies you brought for us..." Stated the redneck leaders.

"Yeah well you should be good on food for quite some time. You got the cash? I don't need much. Just enough to ensure I didn't do this for free."

They gave him a suitcase full of twenty grand. He wondered where they got it but decided he'd be better off not knowing. "Pleasure doing business..."

As they walked away, he asked Culebra, "So which ones that we know of were sent to these inbred motherfuckers?" Culebra replied, "Hardcase, and Samuel are going to be redneck shit by tommorrow. Jesse got melted and Lou is getting cremated. The rest it's a bit of a mix .But he left a lot of the bodies on the ground including those three I drugged. The BSU guys gave them guns and thought they were running late. They were none the wiser."

The younger man then asked, "Did you see the news? They're saying that because they blew up a gas statio and used rockets that's an act of terrorism. The IAA is going to be looking into them for this so will the FIB. We didn't snitch but a few people from the neighborhood did tell the FIB that Lee and Jimmy were from New Arcadia."

"They could say we commited acts of terror in New Arcadia...which I did..."

"Maybe but that was a little bit of everybody doing that that'ds why the National Guard was called in. Here, they killed a ton of civilians. I mean you did too back there but you at least were able to mke somebody else take the blame for it. There was like five customers not affiliated in that gas station. Plus you know those white boys I kidnapped? They didn't realize it but I put swastika tats on them. It makes sense they did do time but it don't matter. The media is gonna spin this into a racially motivated thing."

Neto told him, "Alright just this once we'll let the neighborhood tell la placa what they saw as long as they only snitch on BSU members and they say they overheard it said Lee and Jimmy were from New Arcadia."

"Cool...by the way check this out... " He turned on the news. It was footage of Neto protecting and even helping the firemen put out the fire and the headline gang members turned hero?

Neto's identify was covered since he;'d had two blue rags over his face when he jacked the firetruck. "Another PR win..."

Mai

The two BSU members were in considerable pain Jimmy was not allowed to fall asleep. Lee was trying to rest and it was a miracle he didn't have a concussion but his injuries were bad. Both had to have bullets dug out of them. Just then there was a knock at the door. Mai withdrew her 9mm and slowly ansewered the door just as she heard screeching tires. She looked outside and saw a dark yellow Buccaneer taking off. She saw a box that said Changed my mind. You can have two of the heads but the bodies are mine. Hope New Arcadia funeral homes can accommodate you!

The smell was horrible. It was the heads of Jesse and Echo.

Paul

John was brought to him. Tanaka had gotten a new job there just long enough to get Paul out. He had the pseudonym Harry Suzuki. Paul asked John, "Did you get the tattoos?" He did. He had a Mohawk flag tattoo in the same place Paul had. Paul's hair had been cut short just like John's. "Alright so what's the plan to get us outta here? They cant tell us apart...then what?" He asked. Paul had a two inch blade made of aluminum. He plunged it into the mixed Filipino's heart. "Sorry bro...you were just a means to an end. If there was any other way I wouldn't do this..."

The man fell over gripping the blade as he fell over his eyes wide open in shock. Paul removed it and put it through his larynx finishing him off. Tanaka instructed him, "Hurry up...you need to disfigure his face for this to work. I'll go get you your uniform. Don't forget to take his teeth..." He tossed him a pair of pliers. "Sure! Don't help me out or anything!"

With that, Paul got another shank made of a razor with the purpose of cutting. He began to cut the death row inmate's face off.

Before long, Paul was cleaned up and changed. Paul and Tanaka exited the prison Paul had a guard hat on keeping his head down.

Mai

She was surfing through the news when she saw it. "An inmate was stabbed to death and had his face disfigured. The inmate is Paul Hoffman and he was believed to have been murdered by another inmate, John Fuentes, who was convicted for the murder of Crystal Harris the daughter of Senator Warren Harris and the murder of Curtis Washington, a man believed to be part of a prostitution ring,. Fuentes is believed to have been aided by a corrections officer one Harold Suzuki a new officer who had just recently started working at Eagle Bay more on this story as it develops."

Mai had known Lee was upset over his friends but hadn't seen if he actually cried or not but she was now in tears upon hearing what had happened to Paul.

He hugged her despite his injuries she cried into his chest.

Ivan

He, Neto and Vasily sat in front of the TV in the old apartment Ivan, Mai, Paul and Neto once shared. Ivan turned to him. "What do you think?" Neto was wounded and still feeling the regret of pain. They had managed to save the finger but it was still a stupid move but all the same, on coke or not, it was still unnerving to see somebody do that. Plus he now had to get shots as a result of the rusty nail. He also had bandages for every gunshot wound and everywhere Lee had hit him with the dart. He planned to attack New Arcadia soon but he would need a few weeks to recover.

Neto shook his head. "No way that cabron is dead. It's staged. If he were dead I'd be able to feel it..we aint seen the last of Paul Hoffman...question is where is he gonna go?"

Paul

Teranto, Canada

Three Days Later

Tanaka warned him. "You know we can't stay long. I need you for other jobs. You owe me."

"I know..." Paul said. "But I have unfinished business to attend to here. It's been like three years since I've been on this side of the border. I promise I'll do what you need. But you have to let me deal with old business here. There were people out here that relied on me I need to check up on them."

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That's it for this chapter I wanted to make it longer but I realized that this gunfight between Neto and the members of the BSU was going to take a huge chunk of time up. So Lee and Jimmy are pretty banged up but they both gave as much as they got fist to fist. Lee used the environment around him both with the darts and the rusty nail (And yes Neto will need shots for that) and Jimmy cut off Culebra's tattoo and then burned it so he's gonna need to rest up too but at the same time both are banged up pretty bad.

As far as Lee getting a piece of his scalp fucked up and having to have it stapled back that is based on a scene from the miniseries Into The West when Jedidiah Smith got scalped by a bear. If you think a pitbulls jaws can't do that kind of damage think again. Granted probably not as much as a bear but still. And as for staples that used to be a thing they did in fact when I was little I got my left temple stapled when i hit my head really bad.

As far as Neto's sadism regarding the bodies it is exactly because of Mark not allowing the Aztecas burials in Louisiana. Culebra did that preemptive thing with making the three BSU members and making them look like white supremacists because initially he was going to try and hold them for ransom but after the fact, he had his own way of hearing things on the streets and word got back to him that Lou might be recruiting out of state help.

Next chapter we'll deal with the fallout of the carnage, and Neto will have an inside problem with the gangs. Also was Paul did was cold blooded but also based on the end of American Horror Cult when Kai Anderson did this to a fellow inmate. Anyway all though the plan was to keep Paul in prison until 2016 I thought what if he actually escaped and Mai believed he was dead for a while and basically maybe the different characters of this universe could ponder if he's actually dead or not. If you think about it it's a pretty smart plan. That's not to say Paul won't still end up doing prison time it's just he'll probably do time in a Canadian prison When it comes to extraditing usually Canada does to it to the US except Paul also committed crimes in Canada plus one of the few instances where Canada can refuse to extradite is if the person will be put to death.

Also the scene where Neto cuts his own finger off is a reference to the Drawn Together episode where Captain Hero is in a relationship with Xandir where Captain Hero has one personality that's gay while the other is homophobic he does this to himsel. Now it was as stupid for Neto to do that as Captain Hero but at the same time it's just as crazy

Anyway until next time. Hope you enjoyed.