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(Part Two/Final) A/N: This part crossovers with Seven Ties chapter 2 Hidemi Trey’s Job: Stash-Hood (Velikia Projects, Beika) Hidemi drover her Corvette C6 with Gin, they was heading into Hidemi’s house. They stopped in an intersection and they noticed three Narva Street gangsters hanging out near an intersection in Velikia Projects. One of them wore a red Los Santos Dribblers jersey while the other one wore purple coat and black pants. The last wore wears purple bandana, white T-shirt and purple khaki shorts. Hidemi told him, “Actually five gangs battling for the projects. Narva Street, Auvergne Power, 87th Street and two other gangs.” The Narva Street with purple jersey groaned, “Ah, hell no!” It was an Auvergne Power graffiti. The Narva with white t-shirt looked at his crew, “Levar, could you let these assholes disrespect us?” He was talking to the Narva Street with red jersey. Levar sighed, “Man, fuck these fools! We gonna deface it!” He started to tag but interrupted by three Auvergne gangsters walking to them. One of them held a baseball bat. The Narva with purple coat glared, “Fuck you think you’re doing? This wasn’t in Liberty City!” The Auvergne Power with purple bonnet hat scowled, “Jus’ for a routine check, fool. You just crossing our hood” The Narva with purple coat asked with a scoff, “That so? This is out hood right now…” Levar replied with a sarcasm tone, “Yeah, some Auvergne crack-ass went shit over this wall and we just deface it up-” Hidemi and Gin could only watch as Marques hit him with a bat. The Narva with white T-shirt hit Marques who attack Levar with his fists. The Auvergne with purple bonnet trying to punch the Narva with purple jersey but he dodge it and he spray it to his face. The Auvergne thugs who his face gets sprayed fell to the ground and his friend run to safety. The Narva with purple jersey throw the spray can to the fleeing Auvergne, but no avail. The Narva with green sweater was beating Marques with his fist until a metallic purple New Yorker pulled up. Trey noticed something fishy, “Hey, money. Who’s these fools riding the purple car?” Hidemi could see it. A gangster wearing purple sweater and black rag leaned out of the car. He aimed an AKS-47 at Tommy as his homie, who wore white jacket with purple t-shirt underneath readied a Spectre M4. Gin noticed it and he told Hidemi, “They’re from Gangster Company Organization.” The GCO with Spectre M4 cynically hollered to both Auvergne and Narva member, “Have a nice day, punk!” Both Auvergne Power and Narva Street had their weapons drawn. “Shit!” The both parties shouted and the Auvergne with purple bonnet opened fire with a Beretta 92F, followed with Marques, he also firing a Jericho 941. The Svarkan homies with Spectre returned fire, he lit the Narva Street with white T-shirt. Hidemi pulled her MP-443, chambers it ready. A Narva thug spraying his MAC-11 to GCO homies with Spectre M4, but his friend with AKS-47 cap him in temple. Levar fired his .357 Desert Eagle to the car but no one rounds hit the gunner. The Narva with purple coat hold a .44 Magnum sideways and firing it at the car, only to be shot in the chest and abdomen and his corpse facing the road. The GCO with Spectre insert a fresh magazine into his gun. Levar fired two shots at the GCO with Spectre before he returned fire. The first shot went wild and hit an innocent civilian. The second hit the guy in the head, causing his skull to implode. However, his luck was short lived as the GCO with AKS-47 lit him, even as he feel dead. Hidemi spotted the fleeing Auvergne ran back into the street. He now was carrying a Galil AR. He screamed, “Fucker!” He opened fire at the car. Several rounds hit the driver in the torso. The driver’s feet pressing the pedal, causing the car to drive off with no commandeering. The car crashed into a building, causing the gunner with AKS-47 fall off the car. The Auvergne with Galil AR triumphantly approaches the wounded GCO. He sent a burst of rounds to finish him off. Both Hidemi and Gin saw Marques creeps behind the Auvergne with Galil AR. He fired three shots from his 941 to take him out. Satisfied, Marques leveled his 941 sideways at a downed civilian. He snickered, “Wrong time, wrong place, dawg…” Just then, another shot rang out. Hidemi saw Marques went down with three shots to his back. Two gangsters with Tyrian purple clad approaching the wounded man. One of them held a Walther P99, which explaining that shot. The other one had an Uzi on his hand. Trey scowled at the transceiver, “Money, if we aint leaving this place, we’re dead for sure!” Hidemi frowned, “Can you gave us some time to photograph these gangsters?” Trey took offense, “Yo, fuck that! You can take a shot on them someday” Hidemi scoffed, “Fine, X. Just shut up until we’re home.” They started to leave. Two days later… (Western Beachgate Park, Beika) Hidemi lie on the sofa in her house. She watched an Alleviant with gray jacket was talking with his friend with a yellow hooded jacket. An Alleviant with gray sweater and yellow rag looked over at the TV, “Man fuck these shits! They was rolling with the Seven and the hoods ain’t liked them.” He was taking to the Alleviant with gray sweater. He was Hidemi’s cousin, Alec. He turned the sound system on. They were listening to The Channel by Limp Bizkit. Alec snorted, “Are you crazy, man? These lowlife motherfuckers just are lucky to be rolling with the Mafiosi. But they are really dead gangsta walking.” Hidemi barked, “What the fuck are you talking, Alec?” Alec ignored his cousin. He then looked at his crew, “Listen, dawg. Some Brunswick crew makes us nuts. Therefore, we have to kill these bitches in style: Execution style and shot in the back with automatic rifles... Now before we had to ‘dispose’ them, you gotta bring some of them to a doctor in Little Fezzan to get quick ducats for free.” One of the crew went outside to dispose the bodies on Alec’s car, an Acura RSX. Hidemi glared at him but Alec did not care as he listening to another Limp Bizkit’s song, Loser. Hidemi sighed at her cousin’s ruthlessness and she noticed her family are visited her house. Vodka slapped hand with the Alleviant with yellow hooded jacket. Emir greeted Alec, “Comrades, how are you?” Alec answered, “I’m fine, comrades. If you ask about Ernest, he just went outside. He’ll back about ten minutes.” Hidemi asked her mother, “Kaeko, how about Jodie?” Kaeko answered with a smile, “She’s fine. She survived the operation but she still in coma…” She glared at Alec, “Turn the radio to Ice-C or I’ll beat you up.” Alec did that and they was listening to the DJ, Kevin Marcell, “Yo, man this song is from the Hang-27 album, Hood Takeover. This is suitable for anyone who had trouble with their hoods.” “Yo, this is the Hang’s crew Welcome to Los Santos, player (Whattup all?) We aint want to beat you up so bad (Yeah!) But we want to shoot it up! So, are you ready? (Ready, sucker?) I aint like that shitty song Because it’s co childish and retard So don’t you look at him Because he’s fucking bad What the fuck are you doing, fool? Listening to that rich-ass song? Man, fuck you! Get back to your hood Call your homies Then get to the sorry ass’ house And cut his motherfucking head off! Yeah, nigga! What the fuck are you doing on Henequen? Trying to make a favor with the Strelets? Man, they aint care on you You like a motherfucking dimwit fool Stay off from them and face the truth You trying to pull some cash in Haido But get shot by some robbers with LR-300s And ended in Haido Central Hospital, paying the bills So you had scared some suckass some days later But they chasing you and you ran off like a little girl Yo, shut the fuck up! We gotta show these cats some rap! So what, sucka? I got some ‘water’ packed inna back yard And some minefield laying outside the yard Waiting some motherfuckers to step it And BOOM! ? Yo forget that fool! Back to the song already, playa! I aint kidding, guys These Coast Bustas started to creep me out So we had to put some charges And stick it up on their face Thinking they would crashing into an oncoming train or what So what, sucka? I got nothing from tha story So we had to jack someone’s car And watching Ali G Inna house While some busters fighting each other in the hood Ignoring people’s bling-bling and shit” So what, sucka? Black Organization, a bunch of idiots wearing black, trying to imitate Wrong Way Assassins But they fail and some Suckass tried to claim the Vain FerN from da Hustlers Sirens wailing, some bitches arrived and the Suckass deiced to play real Whole homies watched a guy who jacking a car who belongs to my cousin They decided to chase that fool but the FBI scooped my homies out The other homeys returned fire on them and that fool inna my cousin’s car and he iced some Suckass fools. He drives my cousin’s car outside the Hepburn and got stuck in Haido All of these homies raised their gun like a boss and aimed on that motherfucker Seventeen thugs watched on that guy inna front while ten Mafioso cornered that guy inna back. Just before they pulled the trigger he shouted, “Asshole…” [Verse 2: System_8181] Now I understand that rich-ass SkyHour can’t be touched Some morons in black making that nigga fucked up for life First you was down with an AK Now I see you in a video with Ballas and the Grove Street I saw it comin, that’s why I’m rollin While you all motherfuckers hanging with some 87th homeys in the Nizhny Novgorod The Gangsta with Bling. Who you care? You all just phony motherfuckers I put that on my hood and the dead niggas who drivin some souped car from Simeon Then I and Cash-Cat take it back with some fuckin force The bigger the hood, the bigger the threat Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You’re getting fucked up real quick While the RRH smuggling some coke from Veneto Got shot by a gang-banger, fella Getting money out your ass, like a motherfucking Ready Teller. Givin up the dollar bills, now they got the V\STOL smoked in tha hangar. I met a bitch who keeps his mouth shut and does what he's told. Who stole the coke boat from that snake-ass Dimitri And crash it in the Azov Sea, polluting it for life While some Tajik mafias shoot on Ball-sack-ass-niggas in Red Forest Black Organization? Do I know you? I don't think so, so shut the fuck up! Some fake ass gangster rapper bullshit And their sorry ass friends from FBI Ruined some fools’ life First Corrine stole VZA’s rhymes book Then his sorry-ass had been feel from his condo four months later All the kids like some punk-ass gangsta rapper bullshit or whatever the fuck his name is. Some punk-ass moron wearing Lust blasted CTV’s car and dumped it in the sea Then my house got ransacked by the FBI and the CIA Nigga, fuck that shit! I didn’t do anything, fool! Someone has framed us! Even I want Erru and her family dead! Dead! DEAD! [Verse 3: Hang-27] I ain’t make a truce with the Mafias! I ain’t make a truce with the FBI! I ain’t make a truce with the Svarkans! These fucked up fools wired the thing so tight So we put them in the ‘zone’ and pull the trigger From that sorry-ass Ethan Hondou and his family, The Svarkans who stole my rhymes book and sold it to SkyHour And the Northside Rollerz who jacked my car The drug lord Sosa, and the North Morava Hustlers who stole my girl Next Erru Natake with her family who arrested my crew, The Ascoli Mafiosi who shot up my party, Black Organization or Bullshit Organization and his punk-ass Anokata who wore purple, betraying my crew And his sorry-ass loyal Gin with that shitty silver hair. They aint wore purple and blue anymore, fool! The Pahkans have some shit at the Families Left attacked Right with their AKs Just like World War VIII since ‘78 Curses to the Pashkov Bratva They have dealing with the Da East Helvetians Have a hidden war with the Avignon Avenue Balla Before burned to death when the warmongers look the other way to war Gunrunners smuggling shit from Middle Eastern Thugs who taggin around the subway Some gangstas who hassling about some packages Mafioso who clash at each other And the NHH dickheads who stole the H after the shootout at the Platypus Sold it on the street but they lost it to some mad gangsters Playboy X controlled that shit He cheated Death, he hates Forge. Welcome to Velikia Project Just another gangland killing field claimed as territory in the endless Neighborhood wars since ’70s The Auvergne Power who own the southern part of the district While Gangster Company Organization used the western part for their stronghold And Narva Street who battling the Zweihänder for the northern part So on 87th Street EJ established the 87th Crew To keep trespassing rival Neighborhoods out by any means Ignitin tension with the other neighborhood All or nothing warning leads to all-out war Seeking respect with gun-play and killing Led these motherfuckers declare war against each other I aint know how many innocent bystanders have lost their lives in the neighborhood streets from being caught in the crossfire of gunfire exchanging gangsters, To being gunned down in drive-by shootings carried out by enemy Gangs Not to even speak on deaths caused by stray bullets. Yo dawg, Velikia Projects suffers from day in day out constant gunfire But the 87th Crew has fearlessly defended Velikia Projects from rivals earning it the reputation of being an aggressive gun playing gangsta. Armed with X95s and AKs These ready-to-die gangsta will sweep off any muthafuckas to death Even Black Organization or FBI or Avignon Avenue Balla would lie on their back Leaving no survivors Only sorrow in the street Along with dead Auvergne Power there…” Everyone was speechless until the Alleviant with yellow shirt breaks the silence, “If that punk-ass dissed us once more, we’ll blast their ass…” Hidemi nodded at him. “Don’t worry, Vladan. We’ll ice this fake-ass rapper.” His name was Vladan. Vladan sarcastically added, “And some dead Petrovic mobsters were found in a cemetery in Eselon. Shit, maybe the Azov went insane and they decided pull this real quiet. And the Ancelotti had a ghost house filled with gold bullion and a shitload of Scarab missiles.” Hidemi and Gin shook their head in disapproval. “Actually, the owner wasn’t Ancelotti Family. But the A2V aka Avignon Avenue.” Kaeko corrected Vladan. Alec cynically asked, “Avignon Avenue? Who’re they?” Everyone was silent until Hidemi spoke up, “Originally, Avignon Avenue was a Ballas set on Guyenne. Between 2000-2006, Avignon Avenue started to wear burgundy instead of purple. They stopped wearing purple and for the most part, blue to show they were no longer Ballas. They were considered traitors among Ballas. Along with Salander Park who wore red and Irene Hill which have gold clad on their clothing” The Alleviant with yellow hoodie snorted, “So how about the Rifas?” Alec told him, “Man, you’re right! We need to forget them and focus at the Svarkans or the Rollerz.” Kevin commented on the song through the radio, “Yo, that’s the Hang-27 best song from their infamous album, Hood Takeover feat System_8181. Yo, I thought that the Black Organization was a syndicate while in the reality they just tried to imitate the infamous armed gangsters on black clad, The Wrong Way Assassin aka Northern Navarre gang. They also dissed Jean Fiala with this song, even they want to beheaded him. Yo, we aint call this shit but they also insulted FZA, Ascoli Mafiosi, Erru and her family, Ethan and his family, the Svarkans, Northside Rollerz and many more. Yo I got a call from one of their fans, AFK.” Kevin: “Hello?” AFK: “Yo, it’s me AFK, one of the Ballas OGs. He said that the Hang-27 just insulted one of his lifetime rival, Busta Organization, we are happy about it.” Kevin: “What is it playa? You gotta say that the Busta Organization has no courage to ?” AFK: “They just sent a warning to the Busta Organization.” Kevin: “Yo! That shit sucks! Damn! I mean, how could some feds mess up the rap world so bad?” AFK: “Man, I can't get a deal for nothing. Motherfuckers always wanna keep a nigga down. Just like me, fellas. I got some dickheads in black and the feds are watchin’ me from the spinnin’ table, dawg! But that aint no longer, because some psychos from Radiuses just outgunned the FBI, CIA or anyone. Even the determination will not deter their insanity for their hood!” Kevin: “So you happy now, homie?” AFK: “Realness, player. I got a psychopath named Calderon who have a trouble with Cordero Cartel in Tijuana. Word is, his brother who owns the LAS started to arms their worker in the case police raided their garage. Shit, it’s gonna be in Beirut and Palestine. And the rapper Icellionaire aint aligned with Black Organization or Bullshit Outnumbered Organization or whatever the fuck their name is.” Kevin: “You still wore purple, dawg?” AFK: “Yo, I know about that shit. I still loyal to them but shit happen. Purple blast purple, some motherfuckers ain’t wore purple and blue anymore. Some of them wore orange and red, much like Hustlers while another still wore purple but had black color on their jersey. Black Organization? Man, fuck those crack-ass busters. They ain’t related in that. Maybe the Dauphine $ Hoods or Varrio Los Aztecas” Kevin: “VLA? Are they still Anti-Narcotic?” AFK: “They aint Anti-Narcotic anymore as they started to smuggle drugs in 2000. From Georgia Brown, Khat, Coke, you name it!” Kevin: “Homey, what your thought about Discopathy?” AFK: “It fucked up so bad! Some of them was from the Mafioso which some hoodlum will taking them in a fucking box, you hear me?” Kevin: “Yeah, I hear you, man. These ” AFK: “Think about it, man. N 2 Channel fall apart and some crew wore lime clad tired to scoop my boys. Shit, these guys using some unusual weapons such as LR-300s, PP90M1s, TAR-21s and etcetera. They could be dealing with someone from Albanian-Slovenian mafias or the Firenze Mafioso.” Kevin: “Homey you said that the Busta Organization was conspiracy theorists. Did you have any clue for it?” AFK: “Yo, what the fuck? Didn't your mom teach you any manners? We gotta go after them two clowns right there.” Kevin: “No shit, dawg! Who are they?” AFK: “This sorry-ass Cosa Nostra motherfucker with a cheap-ass silver hair had my homies smoked. Ain’t I know about his name but he drove a black Porsche 365A. The other one, a CIA agent who wore black had sold my car to a Turkish mobster named Akin Giray. Can’t that bitch sold another shitty car other than mine? Look dawg, my car had two Jackhammers on the back. If that jackass abused it, anyone will have his or her ears bleed! Especially if they hate Chamillionaire or Limp Bizkit, they are dead for sure!” Hidemi and Gin shook their head in disgust after hearing that. This guy was insane to insult them and mistaking them as The Commission. Kevin: “What about their home?” AFK: “You didn’t know that shit, right? I gonna get a job around Beachgate Park so I can ice these fools once I knows the place. Maybe a hygiene-technician or a bouncer in a club” Kevin: “What’s your opinion about the Black Organization?” AFK: “Some boneheads bullshit who hooked to the dope game and Gun Game. I cannot believe if these idiots prefer black ‘cause the Navarra already own the color. Hell, even the Rifas can beat these retarded playas apart. Real playa aint gonna be like them. That sorry ass Walker was the current boss of the Black Organization. Some of the Ballas sets can trust that fuck. He got a connection to the McReary, the Irish mobsters to smuggle snow from LC. I got some of the guns from a man named Da Russian Gangsta aka Artemy Rykov.” Kevin “Irish Mobsters? How about the Commissions?” AFK: “Well, the Pegorino was feel apart with the Rascalov Family, giving the Petrovic Family power to conquer the Liberty City. Still, they stuck in a problem in their homeland, Russia. One of the Kryshas, Andry Kargin got busted by the OMON while Oleg Naumov was dead by Svalov Bratva.” Kevin: “Truce? What happen with the truce?” AFK: “Some punk-ass Hustlers just want to fuck up the truce. Trying to get us at each other throats and killing each other without a reason. Two Westminster Hood Ballas was killed in a drive-by in Algonquin by Hatton Gardens Families was the example. We captured that punk-ass with CJ and revealed of the NHH was behind of all this. After Trey’s death in 2008, the current Hostler’s boss, Dwayne decided to make a truce with us but some NHH homies who loyal to X decided to gone rogue. So they merged with North Morava Hustlers in 2010 and they started to sell Brown Rhine and snow for the guns. They rode European cars and wore fire orange clad. Not to mention that the Morava Hustlers has a lot of enemies because they shot everyone who wore purple or green clothing.” Kevin: “So, who’s the enemy of the North Morava Hustlers?” AFK: “Various GSF sets, various Ballas sets, the Mafioso with G, Svarkan Hoods, The Strelets, 87th Street, Varangian Guard, The Highland aka Bulgarian Mafia and Trico Boyz. Word is, the Hustler killed several Appeside gangsters in a botched deal in Banarec Island.” Hidemi and Gin shook their head in frustration. They cannot believe if Trey tried to break the truce between GSF and Ballas. He had many enemies too. Alec scoffed, “Man, he should have faith to do that.” Hidemi turned the radio to 106.66 The Trash. It has Arma-Goddamn-Motherfuckin-Geddon by Marilyn Manson playing. “Bullshit Outnumbered Organization? Who’s that mudak who insulted you?” Emir asked. Hidemi nodded and replied, “That Ball-sackass-niggas insulted me and Gin. If we meet that trash talked fuck, we may shot him in the head.” Alec scowled, “AFK? I don’t know him. Can someone tell me?” Hidemi answered with a snicker, “We already know him since 2005. His real name was Andrew Franker Kish. He was wanted in twelve countries including Japan and US because gunrunning. He already wore purple since 1997. Not only he was ruthless, he also smart to take out any spies, detective or traitor from their own gang. That’s why Anokata decided to cut his ties and form the Black Organization.” Vodka replied with a sigh, “Hey, Vernon. Do you still have the car?” He was talking to the Alleviant with yellow hooded vest. Vernon was his name. He nodded, “Yeah, fatman. I still got the car” Just then two Alleviant emerged at Hidemi’s front door holding a beaten up bloody man. The man was wearing yellow and blue. He looked like a member of the Alleviant. Hidemi looked at him. “Sreten, we just caught this fool slippin’ on the hood. Ain’t this one of the Mafioso who shot at us several days ago?” One of them asked at the Alleviant with yellow rag. Sreten was his name They threw him on the floor and MTX closed the door. Sreten scoffed, “Tie that motherfucker!” Hidemi and Gin walked closer as MTX pulled his Glock 21 pistol and pointed it at the man’s head. “I’m gonna ask you one more time, fool! Before I gonna hit you up so bad. Who the fuck are you?” The man didn’t reply so Gin kicked him in the stomach. “Answer the question.” He said as he pulled his Beretta 92FS and pointed it at the man’s head. The man said with a grunt, “I’m Alleviant!” Hidemi looked at him, she had a frown on her face, “I and my cousin never see you before! Or the hood didn’t know you before!” She angrily replied. The guy’s nose was bleeding, “That don’t mean nothing! You don’t know everybody!” One of the Alleviant took something out of his pocket, “If you roll with the Alleviant? Then what’s this?” It was a batch of Fentanyl. “That…that wasn’t mine. I just selling it!” Hidemi shook her head, “No, we banned that thing on our hood. In addition, you look like a Mafioso, not a gangsta! Now who the fuck are you? Who are you working for? You guys shot up this place and my friend had been shot by the 87th.” MTX ordered, “Lift up the back of your shirt.” The Mafioso turned to him nervously, “For what?” MTX fired a shot from his Glock into the gangster’s leg. The man screamed and Hidemi put her hand over his mouth. Even still, he screamed until Hidemi shook her head. “Shut the fuck up, man! Show some heart and muzzle that noise!” Alec hollered. MTX aimed the Glock at eyelevel. “I wont ask you again.” Ernest came to the room. “Yo, what the fuck is going on? Who’s that guy?” He asked. Hidemi replied with a scorn, “Some gangsters trying to be mademan and we got one of them.” The gangster allowed two Alleviant to lift up his shirt. Alec checked up the ink on his chest, and shoulders. He had a tattoo on his right arm that said 85. He had another that said, Strelets Killers and another that said Alleviant Killers. He had a tattoo on his back that said Navarra 4 Life, Renbourne Heights and Ascoli Family. He was a member of the Navarra who were a gang that used to be Alleviant. In addition, he was a mademan for the Ascoli mobsters and a friend of the Renbourne crew. “I should known…” Hidemi said, shaking her head. MTX looked at Alec who nods and hollered to his crew, “Get that piece of shit outside this house and get rid of him.” Sreten went to the closet and got some stuff to clean the blood out. Alec scoffed, “These pushover mobsters killed a lot of my homies. So we gotta give the Ascoli’s Don a message.” Sreten cynically replied, “Nah, the only thing Ascoli give a fuck about is smuggling and keeping their front ‘clean’ from any intruders.” Hidemi turned the TV on. A news came on. “I am Lawrence Armstrong in the newsroom. Police and FBI are still looking for the whereabouts the perpetrators of the gang war between 87th and Northern Navarre. Things gone rough as several 87th Crew and Ionia Pole Mafia members are killed in a shootout at Nizhniy Novgorod in Astherville, five days after the gang war. The suspects at hand are Adrian Ruzov, two Stanović mobsters and three Red Regiment Hoodlums who disguised as Renbourne Heights. The RRH crew was last seen after they blew up a 87th car, killing six innocent civilians while Ruzov and two Stanović mobsters are running to Hepburn.” Hidemi grimaced. She hoped gang plague weren’t onto her and her family. They were getting insane. “The Navarre OGs, Károly are last seen with a Highland lieutenant, Volk after the shootout at Teitan High School in Hepburn. They presumably are hiding around Hepburn after they slaughtered their rival and hoping to lose the attention. In the other hands, we need to confirm about the news of the possession of the Scarab warhead by the Avignon Avenue. Meanwhile, many people are missing since Thursday in Beika. One of the witnesses said that around three vans was pulled up and a man wearing maroon hoodie and purple bandana fired his gun into the air. Then several masked men who wore orange clad started to kidnapping everyone, especially the teens and children. Possibly the Varangian Guard gang was responsible for this or the Vandals of Liberty City.” MTX turned the TV off. He looked at his homie, “Yo, dawg. Could Alec iced these traitors?” He asked them Ernest scowled, “Of course he will, you fucking moron. Just roll with his cousin to Carwood and cut that sucker while Emir and we headed to Little Smolensk to crash a deal between that traitor and the DeCrau Mafia! That would hit those bitches from Avignon pretty bad…” Hidemi glared at him because that. Ernest ignored her glare as he and Emir went outside. MTX chilled the situation, “Chill the fuck up, people. We gotta smoke these bitches. Hidemi-kun, can you help me?” Hidemi grinned, “Why not? What are you going to do?” MTX told her as they walked out of the house, “I got some traitors who started to make Alec went insane.” Hidemi looked at MTX as they went to MTX’s car. “Traitor? Who are they?” She asked him. MTX answered, “The Renbourne Isles-” His words were cut as his phone rings. He looked at the message and he loaded his Glock, “All right. One of my boys saw that disgrazia just left Danny’s in Carwood. He should be headed over to Sardstone. He’s with Renbourne Idiots.” He said. The Renbourne Isles gang used to be Alleviant Heights. They were mostly a street gang but prior to ’99 and ’08 their relation with the Alleviants went sour. The Renbourne Isles wore lime green instead of yellow and blue. They stopped wearing yellow to show that they were no longer Alleviant. They were considered traitors among Alleviants. Many Renbourne crew had once been Alleviant. Now they were the case. “Why them? Why my cousin wants them dead for?” Hidemi asked. MTX sardonically replied, “That punk-ass motherfucker Ernir and his liability brother, Salerkov. Ernir is a bartender and a coke dealer. He also had one of my crew smoked. I’m trying to kill that motherfucker too. Trash talked motherfucker! I gonna put this Glock on his head for backstabbing Alec and BANG! As for Salerkov, I gonna cut that fool and send his brain to Venom!” Hidemi didn’t surprised by that but she comforted him, “Calm down. We will get that fools.” Hidemi drove and had Big Wiggly Style by The Devil Wears Prada on 106.66 The Trash. She started to enjoy heavy metal song. “We need to call some crew for this. This gonna be a horrid day…” MTX told her. (Sardstone, Hepburn) Hidemi and MTX arrived at the apartment forty minutes later. “Let’s ice these fools…” MTX said and they got out. They arrived at the veranda of the house. There was a Renbourne gangsta on the veranda. He looked seeing Hidemi, wearing black hooded jacket and a black track pants. Plus there was MTX wearing yellow and blue. “Yo, what the fuck do you want, Alleviant Bustas? This is a Renbourne hood. You ain’t cool to come through here!” Hidemi replied with a scoff, “We just come to meet Ernir.” She pulled her MP-443 and fired twice. The rounds hit the guy in the chest. Hidemi fired again and killed him as he hit the ground. MTX reached for his Glock 21. He kick the door of the house open. There was a gangster snorting heroin on a table but Hidemi put a stop to it by shooting the gangster in the back of his head. Another who had been watching TV stood up and got his .357 Magnum out. He fired but in the rush of things the rounds missed. Hidemi fired her MP-443 and sent him falling over the couch. MTX fired his Glock and hit one of the Renbourne gangsters in the chest. The lime jacket soon turned red. A Renbourne had taking cover near the wall and firing a .44 Desert Eagle. MTX took cover near the wardrobe. He returned blind fire. He hit him in the leg. He feel to the ground but tried to get up. Hidemi finished him off. Suddenly someone fired an Uzi from outside and Hidemi took cover. “Hidemi! What the fuck are you doing here? We don’t have relation with you anymore, scumbag!” A shrill man voice cried. Hidemi was genuinely pissed and she yelled, “Scumbag? Look at the truth right now, Ernir. You rolled with Renbourne 8s along with your brother and betraying the Alleviant. That’s intolerable…” Hidemi noticed a ’06 Magnum pulled near the apartment and two Alleviant gangsters got out. One of them had Jericho 941 while another carrying a .44 Automag. MTX hollered on them, “Get over here! We got some Renbourne to kill!” MTX and two Alleviant homies also took cover. They returned fire from their cover. The Alleviant with Jericho 941 hit another Renbourne and the other Alleviant hit three of them after letting off seven shots. The Renbourne who had been hit by Alleviant with Jericho 941 screamed, “Fuck you, mayates! We didn’t want trust you now!” MTX screamed, “I don’t think so, dickhead!” Ernir ran into the house firing his Uzi. Hidemi picked a Micro Uzi from a dead thug and squeezed some rounds off. The rounds hit him and he hit the floor. An Renbourne with lime hooded shirt and white hat ran into the house. He carrying a PM-63 RAK but Hidemi emptied her Micro Uzi before the guy could fire it. She hit him in the neck, exposing his spinal cord. The guy feel with face first on the floor, blood flowing like a stream from his wounds. Hidemi approached Ernir, “How was it, punk? Still have will to resist?” Ernir pointed his Uzi at Hidemi and pulled the trigger. It clicked empty. Hidemi frowned but she replied with sarcasm, “Ran out of ammo. Think twice before you and your brother double-crossed my cousin, fucker…” She fired her Micro Uzi and killed him. Suddenly, a Caucasian burst from the kitchen firing a Glock 17L but missed terribly. “You can’t kill me, you blind bitch!” He ran outside. Hidemi and MTX also ran outside. MTX hollered, “Now, Hidemi. That smart-ass punk trying to fetch his car near the railroad tracks. Hey, man. Thanks for the help but you need to parted ways right now.” Hidemi did that and the two Alleviant homies fall back. Three Renbourne opened fire from the railroad tracks. Hidemi and MTX took cover. The Renbourne thugs heard siren coming after him. “What the fuck?” He saw several police vehicle tailing a ’99 Pontiac GTO. The passenger on the car fired an AIMS-74. Salerkov hollered, “Motherfucker! It’s the FBI!” He reached for his car and took an AUG A2 from the trunk. He opened fire at one of the FBI cars, destroying the windshield. MTX saw a black Porsche 356A pulled up beside his car. Four GMC SUVs followed the Porsche. Gin got out from the car. Hidemi looked in confusion, “Gin? What are you doing here?” She asked him. Gin sighed, “Well, I don’t know why your cousin asked me to protect you. Maybe some sheepish fool tried to ruin him out.” Kinzie and Michael got out from one of the GMC SUVs. MTX asked them, “What is this? Who’s that psychotic motherfucker?” Hidemi replied with a scowl, “Didn’t you know? That’s the crazy Calderon!” MTX snickered, “For real? I thought he was fucked up for life in Tijuana” Hidemi hands him an AKS-74 from his car as herself picked an H&K G36C. Gin took an ACR 6.8 from the car. The Renbourne gangsters near the railroad tracks began firing at the FBI SUV. One of the agents was killed before he could get out from the SUV. Hidemi opened fire, she hit one of the Renbourne homies in the temple and his head snapped back as the brains spilled on the wall as he fell against the ground. Salerkov fired his AUG at FBI, hollering, “Homie, get rid of these fools!” Two Renbourne homies came outside from one of the houses with their Uzis. They began firing and four FBI agents dropped. One of the other homies fired a CTAR-21 and hit three FBI agents. Two of them was killed instantly, being pelted with bullet as much as the car were. The other agent was being badly wounded, his right shoulder being shot out. Kinzie fired her M933 and hit one of the Renbourne with Uzi. He feel dead, blood gushing as he feel dead. MTX fired his AKS-74 from cover and nailed the Renbourne with CTAR-21. As he feel, Hidemi finished him off with three shots to the head. They approached the Renbourne gangsters and the other crew with Uzi shoots it out with the FBI. He lit three FBI agents. One of them was dead while two other lie on the ground, bleeding. The Renbourne hollered, “The Renbourne aint roll with these Alleviant bustas! Go to the other hood to ruin!” The GTO stopped near a railroad crossing and two Hispanic gangsters got out. The driver wore a white jersey and a white track pants. The passenger who fired the AIMS-74 wore black one-off shirt with yellow shirt underneath. He fired the AIMS-74, catching a FBI agent in the chest. “Salerkov! Who’s these guys?” The driver asked him. Salerkov hollered in Spanish, “Calderón! Estos hijos de puta trataron de matarnos! Hagan algo antes de que nos mate a los dos!” (Calderon! These fuckers tried to kill us! Do something before they kill us both!) Hidemi and Gin returned fire and they hit him in the chest. He staggered to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. MTX retorted, “Who’s got problem right now you sellout bitch!” Calderon popped the trunk of his car. He took an AK-74M with GP-30 grenade launcher. He raised his AK-74M and fired in a spraying sweep catching two FBI agents as the bullets penetrated their body armor. He killed the one and wound the other. He fired at Kinzie and Michael, hollering at the passenger with AIMS-74, “Hector! Gave me a cover fire!” His name was Hector. The Renbourne thug reloaded his Uzi but Kinzie fired her M933, two rounds struck him in the chest. He struggle to fire his AUG A2 but Michael fired an H&K G36K and he was hit in the side and he feel into the railroad tracks. He tried to get up but he was ran over by an oncoming train. He was smashed, a bloody mess under the moving train. It severed him in half. The train drove on and his legs were crushed and the top half of his body was being dragged with it. Ernest hollered, “That’s for my brother, you backstabbing assholes!” Hidemi was impressed. Even she disliked to kill innocent civilians, she willingly to ice any gangsters who hating her cousin or her family. Calderon shouted in disgust, “Aww shit! Shouldn’t get fucked up by the train or FBI!” He fired his AK-74M at Hidemi. Calderon hit one of her colleagues in the chest. He kept firing as the guy feel dead. Both Hidemi and Gin saw two men, which presumed to be Volk and Karol, ran out from a club named Club Vectory. Karol carried an Uzi that had the stock removed. Volk opened fire with a SPAS-12 and he blast two FBI agents. Calderon shouted, “Hombre! Get over here if you want to live the other day! These puto tried to kill us!” They did that and Calderon’s accomplice looked at Karol, “’Sup. I’m Hector. Think about the introduction later, we have some losers to kill.” He told him. Karol held a cellphone beside his Uzi. He was calling his crew, “The Feds pinned us at Sardstone! Send backup!” He returned blind-fire. A FBI with M16A2 catching four rounds from Karol’s blind fire. “How you like that, motherfucker?” He hollered. A van pulled up near the railroad tracks and six armed men in black clad got out. Two of them carrying AKS-74Us, one with a Jericho 941, another with PM-06 and the last two goons with MP7s. They start firing too. They lit a FBI agent who feel with multiple holes in his chest. “Didn’t that good? Some hoodlums just blasted him right now. Let’s end this shit!” Hector remarked. Karol said with sarcasm, “What the fuck? Is these fools are FBI? I think I’ll have a nice fight with these fools.” Hector laughed, “Keep it up, dawg. Gimme the Uzi. You’ll better with the Romanian AK.” He hands Karol his AIMS. He fired Karol’s Uzi from cover, hitting Gin in the chest but his trauma plate stopped the bullets from reaching his body. One of the Navarra gangsters with AKS-74U fired and he hit a FBI agent. Ten rounds hit the guy in the torso. Hector fired his Uzi at the wounded FBI agents. Three rounds hit him in the throat. He was dead, blood streaming from his wounds. Hidemi and Gin returned fire and nailed two of them. The Navarra with AKS-74U had his neck torn open. He hit the ground, his AKS-74U still going off as he gushed blood. One of the goons with MP7 was hit in the chest and he feel into the asphalt, bleeding. The remaining thugs took cover and fired at the FBI and everyone else. Volk picked the AKS-74u from the dead Navarra gangsters and he returned to cover. Karol opened fire with his AIMS-74, hitting a FBI agent with MP5A3. The FBI agent moaned in pain as this happen. The Navarra with PM-06 finished him off. He loaded his PM-06 with Hollow point ammunition and resumed firing from cover. He lit three FBI agents. Calderon reloaded his AK-74M and he fired from cover. He hit a FBI agent with a headshot and the guy was dead before he hit the ground. The Navarra with PM-06 fired from cover. He hit two more FBI agents. “Punk-ass moron! You shouldn’t roll with the Ball-suckass niggas, motherfuckers!” He screamed. Hidemi and Gin fired again and hit another Navarra gangster who insulted them, the one with PM-06. The other thug with MP7 dragged him into safety. Due to so many wounds, it wasn’t looking good for him. Hector began spraying his Uzi at Hidemi who shot the guy. “You just shot the wrong guy, pal! You and your family just like these lifeless Strelets! You will regret your decision to blast my crew!” Karol hollered with sarcasm. Hidemi retorted, “And you just worked for that psychotic killer, punk!” Volk scoffed, “Looks like they will laid on their back for that!” Calderon looked at one of Karol’s soldiers, “Tico, we gonna use this tactic.” He was talking to the Navarra with MP7. They started to retreat into an intersection. MTX called to Hidemi, “Yo, man. I think we can exchange guns for this. Give me the G36C. You’ll better with the Kalashnikov.” Hidemi did that and two GMC SUVs arrived. Eight FBI agents got out from their car. They were heavily armed. MTX inserted a quad-stack magazine into his acquired G36C. Hidemi loaded MTX’s AKS-74 with 77-rounds drum magazine. She racked the weapon ready. “Kinzie? Where’s Erru?” Kinzie replied, “She went to investigate about the missing people in Beika. We caught that Hispanic gangster smuggling cocaine from Mexico.” Hidemi let off a hail of rounds towards the Navarra gangsters that were firing at her from across the intersection. She hit the Navarra with Jericho 941, and the rounds slammed into his chest and punctured one of his lungs while the second gangsters were caught by the rounds in the abdomen and he hit the ground. Karol fired his AIMS-74 and he hit Hidemi in the stomach. Karol scowled, “Keep the fuck up, dawg! I got some crew to help us out!” Three gangsters ran from the club, firing their guns. Two of them armed with AKS-47 and the other one with a Beretta 93R. Both of them wore black clad to cover their face. Calderon sardonically replied, “Looks like it’s time to putting you and your sorry-ass comrades to a fuckin’ box, pendejos!” He opened fire and three CIA agents dropped. Hidemi loaded her AKS-74 with 7N24 Armor-piercing rounds in a Quad-stack magazine. She racks her AKS-74 and began firing at Calderon’s goon. She easily hit two of them as the 7N24 rounds penetrated their body armor. Calderon frantically switched to his GP-30. He fired it from cover. BOOM! Tico scowled, “Ow, shit! Calderon! What the fuck are you doing?!” Calderon saw he blasted four FBI agents with his GP-30. He continued spraying his AK-74M. He hit three FBI agents. One of them was still alive but the Navarra with AKS-74u put several slugs to his head. Calderon switched to his dual .50 Desert Eagles as his AK-74M ran out of bullets. He fired and hit three FBI agents. Two of them had their head blown out. The other one had his stomach shot. He feel to the ground, bleeding. Karol fired rounds from his Uzi into the guy’s face. Karol looked and he shouted at Calderon, “Man, do you have something to fend them off?” He hands him ammo for his AK-74M. Tico fired his gun and the FBI agent fired the M4. He hit the agent in the neck, he was dead before his head hit the curb. Tico had taken a shot to the abdomen. He held his wound whit one of his hands and his gun on the other. Kinzie fired her M933 and hit Tico in the side. He feel to the asphalt, two rounds went to his back. Calderon screamed, “Don’t fuck with me or my crew!” He aimed his AK-74M at Hidemi who feel back and he squeezed the trigger. Two rounds went to her back. Hidemi had been lucky that the military-grade vest had provided her protection from it as most of the shots she had taken so far were on the back and front. She returned fire as Calderon ran to the fallen Tico. He and Volk managed to carry him to cover. Karol hollered at them, “We gonna move! If we stay here we’re dead!” Despite Calderon and the Navarra with AKS-74U to carry Tico into safety, Hidemi and a FBI agent fired again and Tico was hit in a rain of bullets. He feels to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. Calderon screamed, “Enough! This time you and your colleague are dead!” Karol aimed his AIMS at the FBI agent who shot Tico and fired. Twenty rounds went to his chest. He feels into the asphalt, dead. Hector made a signal, much to Volk’s dismay. They started to feel back. Hidemi approached Tico’s corpse as her colleague firing their guns at Calderon’s crew. Hidemi fired again and hit one of Calderon Cartel gunmen with AKS-47. Twelve rounds hit the guy in the back. There were three crew beside Calderon, Hector, Volk and Karol. Just then, more gunfire was heard. Both Hidemi and Gin looked back to see another Navarre crew, Moines and Cuda joined the fight. Moines opened fire with an M-16 as he ran from his car. He hit two FBI agents with M4A1. “You picked the wrong guy, buster!” Cuda fired his FAMAS and he hit the FBI agent who arrived. The FBI agent with M16A4 had his neck severed and the other with MP5 was hit in the collarbone. MTX took cover as Cuda and two Navarre with Uzis cleaned up the newly arrived FBI agents. Hidemi returned fire and lit one of the Navarre with Uzi in the torso. He feel to the ground, twitching. MTX fired several rounds from his M653 to put a stop to his twitching. The other Navarra with Uzi took cover near a car and returned blind-fire. Hector fired, his rounds tear a FBI agents in the throat. He died, choking his own blood. Moines fired his M-16 at Hidemi who shot the Navarra. He hit her but she managed to take cover before Moines could kill her. “You started to make your own life rough, motherfucker! Go shot another gangsta, bitch!” He barked. Hidemi replied with a frown, “Rough? Next time we’ll ruin your hood for that statement, prick!” She returned fire, her rounds missed Moines but hit the car. A few rounds struck Kinzie in the abdomen. The Navarra with Uzi screamed, “You’re dead you fucking moron!” Hidemi aimed at the Navarra who shot Kinzie and fired. She hit him in the stomach and hip. The Calderon’s goon with Beretta 93R returned fire however he was gunned down by three FBI agents. The Navarra with Uzi let out a manically scream before he blindly sprayed his Uzi at Kinzie’s comrades who firing at Moines and Karol. Ten rounds nailed one of them in the chest. The next six hit another in the groin and thigh. He emptied the remaining round of his Uzi before he went to cover and reloading. The Navarra with Uzi fired again at a group of FBI agents. Karol hollered, “We have to leave, man!” He flashed a gang sign and his crew started to feel back. The Navarra with Uzi started to retreat but Hidemi aimed her AKS-74 and shot him in the back. The Navarra with Uzi hit the hard asphalt, his Uzi still going off. MTX aimed his G36K but Hidemi interfered, “Enough, man. He’s gone. Even we chased them, they escaped anyway.” MTX looked at Hidemi. “So what are we gonna do?” He asked her. Hidemi grinned, “A bit interrogation then we can own these crackheads.” She walked to the Navarra with Uzi who had his back shot. Hidemi switched to her MP-443 and she aimed it at the guy’s face, “Turn your back over!” The gangster hissed, “What the fuck do you want? Just kill me then! And the Navarra will shed your blood for this!” Hidemi warned, “Don’t give me that! You hate my family and we hate you! You just sent the homie to my house?” The gangster protested, “I know that shit but I didn’t ordered it! Some Bulgarian gangsters want them dead!” Hidemi kept pointed her MP-443 on him, “Who?” She fiercely asked. The gangster moaned in pain, “A scarlet-haired girl. It doesn’t mean you!” Hidemi retorted, “Who’s the name?” The Navarra gangster spat blood, “Erza…Scarlet…” He struggled to speak Hidemi turned to MTX, “Vasquez, you know someone named Erza Scarlet?” Vasquez was his real mane. MTX looked closely at the wounded Navarra gangster and he recognized him, “Wait, I know this rat. He worked for the Coast Bustas. Alec decided to sell the meth but he led him to an ambush. He managed to escape, though. I don’t know about Erza Scarlet, sorry..” The Navarra hold his bloody mouth, “That ain’t worth a prob-” His words were cut as Hidemi hit him with a pistol whip. Gin sighed, “Take care of him…” Two FBI agents carried the Navarra gangsters to the SUV. Hidemi told them, “We are going to the Velikia Projects, the fiercest warzone in the world.” They went into MTX’s Continental. This time MTX drive the car. He set the radio to Zarná FM. The Kick Back by GuvP was playing. (Velikia Projects, Beika) They arrived in Velika Projects and they stopped near a restaurant. MTX turned the engine off, “Get outta the car. It’s better to walk” He said. They got out from MTX’s car. Hidemi still carry her MP-443. “Rich Hoods Records, the heart of the 87th Crew” MTX looked at Hidemi who wore a magenta sweater with a black jacket underneath. Hidemi smiled, “Chill out, I stitched the wound on my body and wore a magenta sweater to cover it.” MTX sighed, “Whatever.” Hidemi and Gin spotted several 87th gangsters were hanging out near the Rich Hood Records. They were mostly Caucasian and African-American. They were usually dressed in blue jeans and white sweaters but a couple of them wore Tyrian purple jerseys. One of them even held an Uzi on his hand. MTX looked around, “Hey, why these fools wore a bit flashy?” He asked. Hidemi told him, "These guys just do it to look flashy. They mostly wore Tyrian purple along with some white jerseys, in the case you did not know. Plus I wouldn't drive those cars they drive. They drive those ‘80s-‘90s cars. They are the type of gangsters who move out of the hood when they get their money. Kind of like you and my cousin, I guess. Except I know you don't fuck with the cocaine. Still, these fools think they can roll in the suburbs. High rollers." MTX shrugged, “Hold up, Hidemi-kun. We just already are entering the rap game. These fools just slinging than do something.” Hidemi nodded, “These fake-ass bullshit just like you said. I admit, I liked the clothes but these bitches just being a bit arrogant.” Gin grinned, “The 87th could be the fiercest gang in Hepburn, right?” Hidemi continued, “The 87th was the most dangerous gang in Beika. Every day, four people lost their life because gang violence. I think we need to approach the 87th Street with caution.” The 87th with Tyrian jacket spoke up, “Yo, I heard that the Wrong Way Assholes just have a shootout with the FBI today. These Coast Bustas’ allies are helping that psycho from Mexico, Calderon.” The 87th with Uzi laughed, “After we’ve blasted some Coast Bustas and fooled them that Plotmir was dead. Now we can focus to the Narva St. and the Auvergne Power.” The second 87th with black t-shit scolded, “Sean, you can’t be serious… If Eddie has godlike reputation with one of the Pakhan members, then the FBI and CIA will come to us for sure!” He was talking to his friend with violet jacket. The 87th with white shirt laughed at him, “Chill the fuck up, man. Since we got some homies in the CIA, we do not need to wetting on about that. Rafik guaranteed it, dawg!” Hidemi recognized what one of the 87th Street gangsters said before she killed him two days earlier, “And Rafik even have several people in the CIA…” The 87th with black t-shirt took offense, “They aint Black Organization! They’re Busted up Organization, dawg.” Sean scoffed, “Whatever. These bitches aint count.” Hidemi gritted her teeth, “If we meet him again, we’ll kick his ass to shut him up.” The 87th with Tyrian jacket started to sing,` “Ku tak percaya, ingin kurubah lingkaran bodoh yang tak pernah mati.” (I do not believe, I want to change the stupidity circles that never die.) He said referencing to Superman is Dead song, Citra OD. Hidemi and Gin shook their head in disgust after they heard that. Either the gangster’s voice was terrible or he really cannot sing that. Sean snapped, “Oh hell no! Your song’s terrible, man!” The 87th with tyrian shirt shouted in a sudden, “Yo dawg! Check these guys. They were creeping inside our territory.” Hidemi cursed, “Shit, we’re really fucked up right now…” He had her MP-443 out. Sean sighed, “Oh shit. Gerald!” He was hollering at the 87th with white shirt He pulled a Glock 21 out. He racks the gun ready. Gerald hollered, “Wrong hood, Busta Organization!” He flashed a MAC-11. Sean cautiously walks closer. He snickered, “I know why you two come here, fool. You tried to find two of my homeys who shot one of your dead friends. He ain’t here. Get the fuck out before we shot you right now!” Hidemi scowled, “Do you mean Riga and Rafik? Where are they?” One of the 87th looked in fear, “I feel something uneasy, Sean.” Sean scoffed, “Chill up, man! These motherfuckers ain’t worth the trouble.” Hidemi warned, “No! The A2V was here!” Just then, a shot rang out and the 87th with Uzi was hit in the back. He hit the sidewalk with face first, whether he was dead or he went to shock. Both Hidemi and Gin spotted two gangsters wearing burgundy clad got out from a ’65 Charger. One of them fired a Glock 18 and hit the 87th with SPAS-12 in the arm. He cursed, “Fucking bitch! You shouldn’t fucked up with the OGs!” He ducked behind walls. Gerald and the other 87th began firing at the Avignon Avenue gangsters. Hidemi turned to MTX, “Call some Alleviant gangsters. These bitches are killing each other at the Velikia Projects!” MTX sighed, “Alright, Hondou-sama. I’ll call it.” Sean went into a Cavalier near the supermarket and he popped the trunk. He took an HK416 with Beta-C magazine. Hidemi and Gin spotted a van pulled up near Sean’s Cavalier. Five bikers got out. They were heavily armed. They had AUG A2s and Mk. 18s. Hidemi shook her head, “And now the Hepburn chapter of Angels of Death.” TBC… So here’s the chapter 14. It took longer than the other chapter, because I pack some suspense on it. Well as for Trey aka PBX, he decided to dealing drugs with Alec and Ernest. They decided to hide it from Hidemi, Gin and anyone who considered being a trouble. As for Luke and his brother, they sold the heroin for the firearms but the Strelets tried to crashed the deal. Meanwhile, I’ll make Hidemi work together with Luke on smuggling drugs, despite she was anti-narcotic. Of course with a condition. The Albanians wasn’t from GTAIV but I’ll make a connection to them. As for the Families and Ballas, I’ll make a (temporary) hostility between them after they expanded to Liberty City. Leave details if you have any question! And of course read and review. Ari (VZA)