In Liberty city, there is lot of opportunities to live a life but it's not like peaches and cream. Crime, violence, gangs, fighting, shooting, car chases, mafia drug dealers. Guns and sin of pride and greed in one huge city. Stan a 16 year old teen...
Somewhere in the industrial area of the South of Broker, Wolf was watching his members manufacturing many pounds of Pot and getting them ready for transport for a deal that he made with one of his close customers.
"Hey Wolf." Leon says as he came in the room.
"What is it?" Wolf asked.
"Our customer is arriving for an offer for us." He answers.
"Bring him in." Wolf says with a hand gesture.
Leon nodded and opened the door to let their customer in. The individual was a Wolf in a business suit and goes by the name of Mr. Freddrick.
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Mr. Freddrick ——————-
He was one of the most respected individuals of Liberty but does have a reputation of being one of most nasty mobsters called the Spades. Never go on the Spades dark-side or you will be killed slowly with your family."
"Good evening Mr. Freddrick." Wolf greets as he shook his hand.
"Let's make this quick kid, the cops are snooping around. You got the marijuana ready to go?" He asked.
"Yes sir, it's getting loaded to your truck right now. Where is the money?" Wolf asked.
Mr. Freddrick signaled one of his goons to bring a case full of American dollars that were neatly stacked inside. Wolf smirked in approval and takes the case.
"You got yourself a deal." Wolf says.
"Good. Load the remaining and don't disappoint me."
"On it sir." Wolf says as he escorted him out of the warehouse.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in silence in the passenger seat while I was holding an assault rifle, nervous about my life right now since I could be killed in a gang war of Demons and Wolves fighting for the death if we provoke the Wolves by attacking one of their marijuana factories.
"Stan, I know this is all sudden, but if you want to survive, you need to do what I say. I will promise you that I will get you out of this alive. Do you understand?" Velvela asked as she explained.
I just nodded to her, and she looked back onto the road as she heads to the location Angel Dust instructed her to navigate to, which was some industrial area of Broker. There were a few cars behind us filled of hellhounds and demons waiting to cause some trouble and vengeance.
"Hey Angel Dust, what's going on at the warehouse?" Velvela asked through the phone.
Angel and Cherri were on lookout on top of an abandoned factory as Angel looks through some binoculars and looks how tight the security is and how the manufacturing is going.
