Alright, here's the next chapter of GTA Gaiden - number 14 now.

Like I said in another fic, if you have questions that need to be answered, feel free to drop them in the reviews - criticism? Also, welcome but be polite, fans who love it. I'll answer it too.

You all perhaps know about the GTA VI trailer drop on the 5th of this month - in a few days, also if you are still a GTA V Online guy - you might've seen Yusuf Amir make an appearance in the next update.

Now I am doing some more updates soon, but I also am rebooting my Saints Row fic - I have plans for that and more projects in the future, some non-Naruto-related projects.

See you all soon - and enjoy.


Bohan

A few days after the garage explosion in Chase Point, business was as usual in this part of Liberty City. Because even when a terrorist attack had happened not even a week ago, people still had to make money.

Making money like this dealer with a red and black checkered shirt who was in an alleyway on the corner of Alpha and South Boghan, having just gotten himself another customer that happened to be a local junkie who was looking for a fix, he was filling his pockets with money now.

"That's some good shit. You done clean me out."

The dealer hands over a bag of product to the customer who just hands him over his cash before he takes off, leaving the young dealer to pull out his phone and fast dial to a contact.

"Yo! I'm out of product. Dropping in to pick some up, be ready."

The call ended with that as the dealer started crossing the street, not noticing the black car parked next to him, where one person was observing him.

It was Niko, he got out of the car once the dealer had crossed the street and began tailoring him from a distance.


Later

In a run-down apartment complex, two men were working in the kitchen

"It's almost done." Called out one of them.

Two gas stovetops on top of an oven were turned off as a cooking pot was set on it, filled with chemicals by the two men wearing face masks and dirty clothing they used specifically for this kind of cooking.

The substance on the bottom of the pot began to be scraped down on a baking sheet prepared by the second cook, the sludge was thick but smelled heavy so he'd smeared it a bit around to thin it out.

"That's the last batch, so don't mess it up, son."

"Like I don't know, this is one stack worth of SPANK I'm serving, man." The second cook told the first one, turning to the oven, "Pull it open, for five minutes."

The first cook nodded and pulled the oven door open, allowing the sheet to be carefully pushed in with the sludge starting to react to the warmth of the oven.

"Close it."

The door was closed with the two cooks watching their batch at work. Just then they heard another door opening.

"Hey yo!"

The two cooks turned toward the living room and saw the dealer had returned, locking the door behind him, he began pulling out banknotes from his pockets that he was dropping on the couch.

"Here, the money," The dealer said while pointing out, "I made around three G's tonight. Just finished it up."

The first cook took a closer look at the money, some of it was old, and others looked new or even in money clips. It didn't matter to the three guys in the small apartment.

"Man, we are coming up short." The first cook said turning to the dealer, "We only made around a couple of G's with that new product, and for that we taking risks?"

"Business is hard, but what do you expect? That nigga Clarence is holding out on product until we pay him back-"

*BANG!*

The lock on the entrance was shot through, causing the three men inside to panic.

"What the fuck, were you followed!?"

"Shit, I don't know-"

"Strap yourselves!" The second cook pulled out some pistols from underneath the couch and threw them at the first cook and dealer, "Get to cover and take him out-"

A machine pistol was fired inside the room through the white door, unleashing a rain of bullets inside the small apartment living room that caused the two cooks to run for the kitchen, with the money on the couch being hit, rendering it useless.

"You were fucking followed, now we all dead!" The first cook shouted at the dealer in anger, getting no response, "Hey, you listening-"

Once he took a peak inside the living room, he noticed that the dealer couldn't respond anymore because he had already been hit. Multiple times, his checkered shirt gained a new color red with bloodstains all over his chest and stomach, dead on the ground with his eyes open.

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!" The first cook cursed out at what he saw, turning his his partner, "He dead!"

"Yeah, I can see that-"

The two got interrupted by a second hail of gunfire being unleashed, this time Niko slammed open the shot-up white door and kept on firing at the kitchen area, continuing the assault on them.

"Fuck!"

The two cooks didn't stand a chance and dropped to the ground, with the Serb man approaching the two and noticing the second cook tried to aim-

"Not today."

Finishing the clip, the second cook got hit multiple times in the chest, with now both cooks lying on the floor and covered in bullet holes, none of them had even been allowed to fire back as they now all three lay dead on the shitty apartment floor.

Niko decided to leave it to this and turned around towards the exit, and noticed the money on the couch, seeing some of it was hit by gunfire while some of it like the money clipped cash was left useful, so he grabbed it and put it into his pocket.

"Thank you very much," Niko said while exiting the living room, stepping over the dead dealer and avoiding his boots the pool of blood, not wanting to leave a trial.

Once through the door, he began to pull up his phone and call his friend, who he didn't need to wait for long as he began walking down the staircase. With his luck, the shooting scared off any witnesses away from the scene.

"Tell Badman I got rid of the competition."

"Righteous. De corner belong to I again. Ain't nobody goin' to fuck with I's corner no more, no more, no tings. One love, Niko."

The phone conversation ended shortly afterwards with Niko leaving the scene without leaving a trace behind.


Meanwhile

Broker

While driving his cab, Naruto was back on the job having decided to ride through the city again even with the wounds still healing from a couple of days ago, trying to keep himself occupied.

And occupied he was. His passenger? Was his boss Roman, drunk off his ass and lying across the backseat with his shirt inside out and a vodka bottle in his hand, he just got picked up from Brucie's place, he was now dropping the man off at his home.

"You see the way that man was looking at me? Did you see him?"

Naruto smirked and asked, "You mean Brucie?"

"Fuck you. Fuck you, Naruto Uzumaki," Roman's drunk talking went on, "He was looking at me like he wanted to fight. Like he thought I was a nobody. I'm a somebody."

The cab entered Hove Beach, with the main street being filled with traffic, it was Roman who continued to occupy his driver with further nonsense.

"So what if I moved here? Everyone except the Native Americans are immigrants to this country, and even they were meant to have walked here from Russia when the sea was frozen over." Roman said while trying to balance himself inside the car, "Maybe they even went to your country - maybe you are also from Russia - or even like….me!"

Stopping himself from laughing, Naruto focused on the road.

"Yeah, you heard me! Maybe you are also a Serb! I believe in evolution like the next miserable man with a brain cell!" Going off the deep end, Roman went further, "We all are from the same apes who a million years ago were cousinfucking each other. And look now, we all are fucking each other - but I prefer women with nice big titties!"

Squinting his eyes, Naruto's mouth was grinning wide as he was stopping in front of a red light.

"I am serious! I like titties! Big, round, full, real, TITTIES! From all races. Why? Because I do not discriminate!" Roman paused for a moment, "But I still want Mallorie, she's the love of my life - I swear to God to you on that!"

"If you swear on God, why would you believe in evolution then?"

"...Because God is a funny guy who loves messing with his people - like me!" Roman said, "I managed to make the Russians and Albanians hate me! How is that not bringing people together!"

"That…is a weird point to make, Roman."

The cab parked up next to the apartment, where Mallorie was standing and looking quite unamused.

"Talking about the love of your life…"

"Hey! Mallorie!" Roman stepped out of the car, falling more precisely as he dropped his open vodka bottle on the sidewalk, "Ah shit, that was a good bottle!"

"Sure it was," Mallorie said, helping Roman up by the arm as she escorted him into the building, "Up and go, time for you to sleep."

"Yes! Sleep!"

"As in sleep your drunken state out, Roman, not the other kind." She told him, allowing Roman to enter through the door, "You stay at the stairs, I'll be speaking to Naruto for a bit."

"S-Sure…"

Mallorie walked up to the car and lowered down, "Thanks for the lift, Naruto. Appreciate it."

"We're friends, that's what we do," Naruto said, "You sure you don't need help?"

"Oh no, I'm used to dragging him inside his home. But what about you? You got plans?"

"Just eating something at the cafe with Jacob and Niko, you know." Naruto told her of his normal plan, "I would've taken Roman with me if he wasn't plastered."

"Well that's not new," Mallorie chuckled as she waved him off, "Have a good night."

Naruto waved her off as he drove off, going for a bite, not knowing that right across the street a car was observing the cab.

With a camera taking pictures of him.


Beechwood City

With a few hours before the sun started coming down, the Homebrew Café was still fully packed with customers who were either eating, smoking, playing pool, socializing, or smoking pot to break their time.

It was good that it was crowded as it allowed the three men who were sitting at the counter to talk freely with the noise in the background. Naruto, Niko, and Little Jacob had just finished their meals, with the Rasta smoking a joint while the blond was smoking a regular cigarette with Niko drinking some non-alcoholic beverages since he drove here.

"Dis is bad, my bredas, no use lyin'." Little Jacob said exhaling smoke from his mouth while having listened, "Russians bizniz cold, dem fight like bloodhounds, see?"

"Yeah, I know that. But Mr. Faustin has gone too far." Niko said, taking a swig from his drink, shaking his head, "I was driving it across town, and it could've exploded."

Naruto took a drag from his cigarette, having now known that the explosion in Bohan was Niko's doing, under orders of Mr. Faustin, he concluded it all in a simple sentence.

"I'm surprised it only took out the garage, with that much firepower it could've blown up half of Chase Point."

"Don't remind me, I still can feel the blast of that truck," Niko told his blond friend, "I will not work for that man anymore, he's too fucking crazy."

"Not like we got a choice."

"Wi always ave a choice, mi bredda. Life like dat." Little Jacob said, starting to ask then, "Getting off topic, yuh boys decided yet pan dat ting of me an Badman?"

What Little Jacob was talking about was this business proposition the rastas offered the two cab drivers. They'd like some help with delivering some packages to their customers across town, people who were regular smokers who could not get the lovable green plant through the legal ways.

"Sure, I see no problem." Niko spoke, turning to Naruto, "What about you?"

Naruto nodded, "Agreed."

"Respect, alright, alright." Little Jacob said, standing up and grabbing his phone, "Mi call Badman real quick."

Leaving the two cab drivers, Naruto and Niko were glad to see themselves have some sort of different revenue income.

*Beep!-Beep!*

Both men heard it, with Niko pulling out his phone to read the text.

"It's Dimitri."

Hearing that caused Naruto to stop taking another drag from his cigarette, and instead, he puts the butt out and into the ashtray.

"Let's go."

The two men stood up, Naruto throwing some cash on the counter as they both walked out of the establishment - just then when Little Jacob returned from the backroom, he found the seats empty.

"Where they go?"


Meanwhile

Alderney

While one serious situation was about to develop, one had just been taken care of, one that included dealings with a certain group of cops who thought they could've pushed around a few Lost MC members for some quick cash.

That however was not the desired outcome for Ed McCornish and his partner Jimmy Matthews who both were now lying dead on the grounds of the Acter Industrial Park, after having taken the bait of a couple of bikers who led them to their demise. With dozens of bullet holes covering their bodies, their Buffalo ride was barely left worth driving anymore with the windows shot out and the engine smoking.

But they weren't the only ones, as their backup of more crooked plainclothed cops from the Alderney area were also among the victims who were caught in the ambush, with no survivors left, it was one big bad cop drop that was left to see.

"Buck! Earl! Hank! Get out of here!"

The ambush team that was present soon took off in their small group, the patched members left the Vice President and Treasurer with the remains of the killed pigs, the bigger contributor to their end came from the Nomad who was wearing now a weird orange mask.

"Tobi did good!" Obito underneath the mask slung the rifle over his shoulder while he checked the corpses of the dirty cops while mocking them, "Guess you won't be doing bad cop stuff anymore, won't you?"

Jim and Johnny looked at each other, weirded out but also finding this slightly funny. It was the Puerto Rican Marine who decided to ask.

"Obito, you doing alright?"

"Obito's doing fine, Tobi will look after him."

"So this is the infamous Tobi we heard about?" Johnny asked, "The man who kicked the deadbeats out of Japan."

"Tobi took out a few bad cops, a no-no to bad cops."

Johnny chuckled at the orange-masked Obito, "You playing that part well of a psychopath."

"Psychopath? No, Tobi is a Good Boy."

"Alright, alright, let's bail out before the cops arrive." Jim said getting to his Zombie, "See you all later at the clubhouse."

The three soon departed their ways, with Obito (disguised as Tobi) leaving as the last person - cleansing Alderney and Liberty City as a whole from another bad batch of cops.

In essence, Tobi was a Good Boy.


Firefly Island

Now with the weather having turned bleaker, the day was close to ending with only a few people seen outside at the boardwalk of the amusement park area, even the vendors were seen closing shop.

An empty wooden bench in the middle of the boardwalk was to be the point of interest, here is where Dimitri Rascalov was seen coming in with him taking a seat on it as he waited. For he didn't wait long, he spotted one of the intending persons he had contacted.

"Dimitri."

Having just arrived was Niko, by himself - he noticed immediately the body language and the facial expression the Russian man was making, all without even having said a word in return.

He was depressed, if not in a state of mind that meant something went wrong that caused him to call the meeting without the presence of Faustin.

"Hey," Dimitri replied, not facing him still, he asked. "Where is your friend, Uzumaki?"

"He's waiting, in the car."

"Right…." Dimitri gestured to the empty spot, "Sit down."

Nodding, Niko took up on the offer and sat down next to Dimitri, relaxing his arm on the bench, he wasted no further time to ask.

"What's the problem?"

Dimitri responded somberly, "What do you think?"

"Mikhail," Niko said without the effort of guessing, "Mr. Faustin."

"Uh-huh."

The two agreed on the topic, but before they could even continue on it two joggers happened to run by, a woman and a man who were not taking much notice of the two men.

Taking out a red carton of cigarettes, Dimitri quickly pulled one out and lit it up in a matter of seconds, taking a drag from it to exhale it out from his mouth before he continued to speak.

"You're given a choice, kill your best friend or die…what do you do?"

Niko responded with his question, "And there is no way out?"

"Not now." Dimitri stated, "Not after you both killed Petrovic's son."

Hearing that got Niko to turn his head, making an insinuation suggestion to the guy who saved his cousin from certain death in that basement.

"You don't have any family. You could run."

"Wherever you go, people will find you, if they want to badly enough." Dimitri said staring out front, adding in, "And for this they want blood."

"But you and Mikhail, you have so much history."

Having remembered that Dimitri and Faustin weren't just business partners, they were brothers bound not by blood but by history. From the time they served both in the Navy and in prison, they both went through a lot, something that must mean something.

"Sure."

A simple reply like that came from Rascalov, who proceeded to take a drag from his cigarette.

Niko turned his head back around and reminded. "Well we killed the boy, so they want us to."

"No."

When Niko heard this, he turned back to Dimitri, who began to speak.

"I told them you were a hired gun." He then for the first time faced Niko face-to-face for this conversation, "And they said as long as you were the one to kill him, you'd be spared."

Hearing that and now fully figuring out what was to be asked of him, Niko chuckled without enjoyment, knowing now he was told to do…

"So that's the way it is?"

"Yes, that's the way it is. You and Uzumaki both."

The two men looked at each other, having just agreed verbally without outright saying that Mikhail Faustin's time had run out.

Finishing his cigarette, Dimitri dropped the burner and checked his watch, giving the final details. "He'll be leaving his house in a little while and heading for the club. Do what you have to do."

Standing up, Dimitri was about to leave the scene, and so was Niko - but before that could happen, Rascalov turned around to say one more thing.

"You know, if there is one thing I have learned, it's that we must obey the rules of the game. We can pick the game, Niko Bellic, but we cannot change the rules."

Hearing that causes the Bellic to just nod in agreement.

"See you later,"

After the conversation was over, Rascalov was the first to walk in the opposite direction of the promenade, leaving Niko alone for a moment to think.

Then he stood up and made his way back, about to do what he had to do.

Waiting in the car only a few meters away from the boardwalk, Naruto watched Niko and Dimitri parting ways - seeing what was discussed had just ended, and by the looks of it, the conclusion wasn't something lightly. It was something he might've expected but hoped it wouldn't come to this.

The blond watched as Niko came back and entered the shotgun seat, the look on the Serb man's face was all it took for him to guess.

"Where to?"

"Perestroika - Mr. Faustin is going there."

And that was all the confirmation Naruto needed as he gripped his hands onto the steering wheel.

Niko suggested, "Look, I can handle this by myself…"

"Don't even think about it, Niko. We're both tasked with this, so we both handle it." Naruto threw that idea out in the calmest matter possible, "Let's go now."

"Yeah…"

The Black Esperanto cab drove off, and the two started making their way to the prevalent Hove Beach club, but first, they had to do some pickups for this job.


That evening

Now that night had arrived over Liberty City, it had been a few hours now that the job was given, with a car parked just around the corner of the Hove Beach club.

Inside the four-door sedan black Merit sat Naruto and Niko, both having been at that corner for over an hour, they were prepared now.

Physically prepared at least, with them having taken precautions with the hardware they've managed to get, with Niko armed with a Glock 17 pistol and a Micro Uzi with an extended thirty-round magazine, while Naruto himself was carrying a Beretta M9 pistol with something else underneath his raincoat given it was pouring slightly.

Both were wearing body armor but that weight was nothing compared to what was on their mind, doing a hit on a Russian Mob boss ordered by other mobsters.

"You see that?" Naruto pointed out, "Look."

Niko did and watched as the guards up the front door were waving people off for them not to come in, civilians with dates or groups of youngsters, but a few men were allowed in, mainly Eastern European-looking men.

"Faustin's throwing a private party."

"Yeah, looks like his own men - must be the ones who are loyal to him," Niko figured as he kept watching the entrance, "But where is Mr. Faustin?"

"There."

It was then that another sedan, a luxury four-door Benefactor black Schafter arrived at the nightclub, parking right in front of Perestroika.

Coming out was Mikhail Faustin in his red shirt and black pants, standing out from the two bodyguards who were following the man inside the nightclub.

"Let's go."

Thunder sounded in the clouded sky as the black Merit's engine was turned on and it took a corner into the street, slowly driving up the nightclub entrance and going past the Schafter where it parked up behind it.

With rain pouring in, the weather took a more somber tone with the two men inside the car looking at one another and nodding.

"Let's do this…"

"Yeah…I'll go first."

Niko took point by going out of the car first with the blond following him, they made their efforts to conceal as much as possible with both of them wearing coats, they approached the men at the front entrance who were about to frisk them-

"Dimitri send for us…"

Hearing that, the two guards backed off with nodding heads, with the pair of cab drivers entering the building just when the rain started to pour hard.

Strange, as if the weather was reacting to this predicament.

Once inside, Niko and Naruto dried themselves for a bit, with Naruto whipping off the rain from his raincoat, still keeping it on as he intended to.

"You sure about this?" Niko asked him, "We can both go inside."

"No, we need the element of surprise in case Faustin tries something."

*Peep!- Peep!*

Going off was Niko's phone, he pulled it out from his pocket and saw it was a text sent to him.

"It's from Dimitri." Niko said as he read it, "He had left us something around the corner, but I don't know what, something about protection."

*Ka-Chunk!*

Niko heard that and saw Naruto just loaded something, his weapon that he put back underneath his coat as he saw the blond peaking through the small window door into the main room.

And there sat their target, talking to his bodyguards.

"We can't go back now, let's finish this."


Walking through the door Niko entered a half-empty room and noticed the amount of people inside, mainly locals from Hove Beach who were either connected to Mr. Faustin or local business people who knew what this place was filled with.

Ignoring the looks of the patrons, he made his way towards the ground floor and began approaching Faustin's usual spot, where he was seen talking to his two bodyguards who spotted him on sight.

They stepped up and got close to Niko, ready to handle him-

"Niko…"

They stopped the moment Mikhail, who sat on the table, spoke to the man he had employed.

"Niko Bellic."

Vladivostok FM was playing a song of Kino over the loudspeakers of Perestroika, the song Gruppa Krovi to be exact, a song that fit the current situation.

Faustin did not hesitate to ask, "You and Dimitri are taking over, no?"

"This is not about taking over," Niko started rather rough while pointing out over the guards, "You brought this on yourself. You pushed things too far."

"You would be dead if it wasn't for me." Faustin stated coldly, revealing to him, "That is what Dimitri wanted when you killed Vlad…"

Hearing that caught Niko off guard, even when he didn't show it - but the thought of this man being the main reason for being alive wasn't something that he expected.

"As goes for your friend Uzumaki, who I know is somewhere here with you." Faustin said to add in on what he knew, "I don't expect you to come along, Niko Bellic, I've been in the same shoes you are in when I was killing for pay….Dimitri…"

Faustin's head then yanked when he stopped talking for a moment.

"My brother…" He spoke broken about him, Mikhail raised his hand and showed the tattoo on his palm, "You see this?"

Niko tried to have a closer look but the guards prevented him, forcing him to see it from a distance - one of the traditional tattoos of the Russian Bratva, something about brotherhood…

"This tattoo says we are brothers for life," Faustin looked down in disgust, "and now he betrays me…"

The face of betrayal wasn't something Niko was new to, but what was at stake had priority.

"Niko: You didn't give him a choice. You should have been calm."

That last line triggered something in Mikhail that caused him to stand up and talk back on his two feet.

"No one, not Dimitri, not anyone tells me to calm. You think Dimitri would have survived prison without me? He'd just be some prison queen, had I not been there. Meat for some gym monkey!"

Mikhail's words did little to persuade Niko to back off, let alone if those words had any attempt to convince him.

"I am not dead yet." Faustin stated, approaching his two bodyguards whom he patted on their backs, "Some are still loyal to me."

"Guards!"

The two bodyguards did not hesitate to try and attack Niko, who in return just pulled out his pistol and started a standoff.

"Back off!"

The two guards however began pulling out for their pieces as men behind Niko also began to intervene-

*SMASH!*

Naruto entered the room and fired once…

*BOOM!*

Firing his pump-up shotgun once, Naruto hit a guy in the chest who tried to pull out his pistol, sending the corpse flying onto the table behind him.

"N, duck for cover!"

And so the chaos erupted with gunfire going off from multiple sides with pistols, machine guns, and shotgun shells dropping to the floor fast as did the civilians who were hiding underneath their tables.

With Naruto having taken cover behind the railings, he could see that the two initial guards of Faustin were already lying dead on the floor, having just been mowed down by Niko who had changed to his own Micro Uzi, laying fire in the direction of the bar where Mikhail was hiding next to, with his men responding by shooting back.

"You fight like a worm, like spineless worm, Bellic. You are nothing, Bellic, you are weak. Give up. So must you, Uzumaki!"

Naruto ducked back for cover, and so did Niko while Faustin kept on taunting them.

"The strong survive and the weak die. You will see. I got where I am for a reason. I won't have some Balkan shit or Jap fuck take this away from me." Faustin yelled while also firing his machine gun pistol. "I made you what you are, Niko. I showed mercy to you and your cousin when Dimitri wanted you dead. The time for mercy is over. I must rule with a fist of iron!"

"Shut up already!" Naruto responded by pulling out his pistol and laying fire from his cover, "N, help out!"

Niko did so and both he and Naruto fired from their covering positions, hitting Faustin's man behind the bartender in the chest multiple times, alongside some glass, the man dropped dead to the ground.

"You pissed off too many people, Mr. Faustin!"

Another Faustin loyal foot soldier found himself getting killed, right in front of Mikhail's sight, by Naruto's good aiming who also responded.

"It's either you or us, Mr. Faustin, just give up and it will be over soon!"

"Men!" Mikhail called for help while running for the back room, "I need you!"

While running through the door, two more Russians came out firing their weapons at the duo.

"Get down, N!"

Niko did so and allowed Naruto to fire freely, hitting the two men with no problem, both still breathing forced Niko to stand above them and finish them off, both sprayed with the last remaining bullets in his magazine. Naruto ran over with his shotgun over to Niko and began giving instructions.

"You go handle Faustin, I'll keep the car running."

"Alright, just go!"

The two departed, with the chaos having not ended yet, the crowd inside Perestroika was fortunate and both unfortunate to have been there.


More gunfire erupted inside the back area of the nightclub until Niko busted out through the front door and found himself getting fired on by more of Mikhail's men.

"Fuck!" Niko quickly jumped behind a dumpster for cover, returning fire on the goons while hearing more ranting from Faustin from above.

"Dimitri turned on me, not other way around. America made him greedy."

Ignoring the ranting as he took out the remaining guards of Faustin who weren't much of trouble for him to deal with, taking both out, he proceeded to run for the metal staircase, getting fired upon by Mikhail himself who was firing at him.

"Dimitri will turn on you as well, you shall discover this. I am a man of convictions, I have only done what I believed."

Niko proceeded to run up the stairs, lucky that both the metal bounced the bullets off and that Faustin was being a bad shot, either he had snorted or drank something before his last party.

"None of you will survive in this country without me. This American greed takes everyone. It is like a disease. Only I am still sane."

Once reaching the end, Niko ducked for cover again, this time the vest helped him out by stopping some rounds, the impact was great but it forced Faustin to retreat to his last bit of cover.

Once running out of ammo for his Uzi, Niko reached for his pistol as he slowly made his way up to the rooftop, hearing on the way some gunshots going off down the street, it was Naruto who had gotten himself into a gunfight with Mikhail's guards outside.

Once he reached the top, Niko found himself aiming his pistol at a trapped Mr. Faustin, who had dropped his emptied Uzi down the floor and was facing Niko.

"Betrayed, betrayed by Dimitri and by you."

Niko proceeded to keep aim at the trapped Faustin while he kicked the Uzi away in case he wanted to make another move, all while listening to him ranting further.

"Too kind, that's what I was, too kind." Mikhail blamed himself in that twisted brain of his, " I let the snakes into the nest and they destroyed everything. I gave them everything and they took everything from me."

Standing at the edge, Faustin's car was underneath him, and even then he kept on talking.

"Now they've sent you to take the only thing I have left. You have me cornered. There is nowhere for me to go."

Niko just responded simply. "You betrayed yourself, Mr. Faustin…"


Down the street, the entrance to Perestroika wasn't spared of blood either, with both front guards also lying dead on the pavement ground with shotgun holes through them.

it was Naruto who was standing outside with his raincoat covering his face and body, standing guard and with his shotgun raised, he was watching both sides of the street expecting any kind of backup to arrive.

"Come on, Niko…" Naruto muttered to himself as he kept his finger on the trigger, "Do it quick…"

*BANG!*

One gunshot was heard, and it came from up the rooftop.

*BANG!*

*CRASH!*

Crashing on top of the black Schafter, caving deep into the rooftop of the sedan was Mikhail Faustin's body.

Walking over to the car, Naruto saw two bullet wounds in the Russian - one in the leg and one in the chest, with the chest most likely the fatal blow - the man was dead with just his limbs giving its last bit of movement before it all went silent.

It was official - Mikhail Faustin was dead.

Running then for the Merit, Naruto opened the door and turned the engine on while keeping an eye on the abandoned street. He waited as he could hear police sirens come from afar.

"It is done."

Fast, Niko came through the front entrance and ran up to the ready car.

"Let us get out of here."

Naruto got in and began driving away, with the duo leaving the scene as quickly as possible. The merit took a U-turn and drove off fast past the caved-in Schafter with

Leaving the scene, Niko pulled up his phone and called it in.

"Faustin is dead."

"You did a good thing. A hard thing, but a good thing. Hopefully this will mean peace with Petrovic."

Ending the call like that, both men made their escape from the scene, not knowing that what they had just done, would have consequences.

The type that would haunt them sooner than expected.


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