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Special Operations Crocodilo (SPC) has officially decided to disband. This difficult decision comes after a series of challenges that have impacted the squad. Most importantly, our leader Pasha is currently hospitalized with a serious illness. As well as the server activity, our squad activity has also declined, and the fact that our application for Level 4 will be denied has made it clear that it’s time to bring the squad to a close, rather than letting it fade away without purpose. To all our members: thank you for your dedication, energy, and loyalty. This squad was more than just a squad — it was a community, a family, and a place where friendships were forged alongside unforgettable memories. Whether you were with us from the beginning or came onboard later, you played a vital role in shaping SPC into the tight-knit, respected squad it became. Although SPC is no longer going to be active as a squad, we want to assure everyone that the SPC Discord server will remain open. It will serve as a space for former members to reminisce, share screenshots and stories, or simply stay connected. While SPC has ended, the memories and camaraderie will continue. We also want to thank the broader server community — all those who interacted with us, supported us, and enriched the experience. Your presence helped make SPC’s journey worthwhile. We look forward to crossing paths again in-game, in voice chats, or just hanging out wherever the path takes us next. 🐊

Think you've got a stomach for creativity? Then sharpen your minds (and your knives), because Helvete is hosting a community-wide naming contest! We’re giving YOU the chance to help define our new official fast food menu, and we want it dripping with flavor, filth, and flair. You can name everything from cursed appetizers to demonic desserts, and if your suggestion makes the cut—you win! 🕯️ What We're Looking For: You may submit menu name ideas for any of these categories: Appetizers Main Courses Desserts Beverages We’re especially looking for names inspired by: SAES gangs, squads, or groups Well-known players Inside jokes or references Anything fitting Helvete’s disgusting, dark, and delicious vibe Funny. Grim. Clever. Disturbing. Use your imagination—just keep it in 'good taste'. 🍖 🗓️ Deadline & Details: Submissions open now and will run through August 13th, 2025 You can submit as many entries as you like Multiple winners allowed (we'll use the best names from the whole batch) Winning entries will be immortalized on Helvete’s menu, and you may receive a prize (money, RP bonuses, bragging rights, or other fun surprises)! 📩 How to Submit: 👉 Post your entries here! 👉 Use this format: Category: [Appetizer/Main/etc] Name: [Your cursed creation here] Optional note: (inspiration, gang reference, image, etc.) ⚠️ Helvete Members Note: This is a community engagement event. You may promote or share the contest, but not submit names (unless asked otherwise). 🎉 May the most foul names rise from the depths and onto our trays. Welcome to From Guts to Glory—a celebration of grotesque gastronomy! Hail Helvete.

Activity Type: VIP FBI Members Involved: @Mootje @M8N @Wegz @JasonBourne @ThunderWing @Shadro @Randy@mert1881 Date: 29/07/2025 Screenshots:

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Activity Type: Deffending SR FBI Members Involved: @PhantomS@Glayd@Mootje Date: 25/07/2025 Screenshots:

Bank Robbery Blueberry

Turf 25.7.2025 Turf 25.7.2025 Turf 25.7.2025

Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Rhino fight Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Gaywitz Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : LMS deagle only Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Gaywitz Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Swimming race Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Skinner Screenshots: Date: 25/07/2025 Event Type : LMS at Graveyard Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Glas Screenshots: Date: 25/07/2025 Event Type : LMS deagle only Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Glas Screenshots: Date: 25/07/2025 Event Type : Knock me off from my nrg Prize: 1.500.000 $ (500.000$ per winner) Winner(s): Skinner, Hrizen, Mootje Screenshots: Date: 25/07/2025 Event Type : Chicken Kicker Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Drogado Screenshots:

Race Flag - 25/07/2025- #1679

Race Flag - 25/07/2025- #1678

CC Activity number: #19 LWS: @Teller Winners: 1st place: @Naulty 2nd place: @MeRo 3rd place: @glas Event type: Carshow Price: 1st place $1.000.000, 2nd place $500,000, 3rd place $250,000 Screenshots:

Race Flag - 25/07/2025- #1677

Race Flag - 25/07/2025- #1676

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CC Activity Number: #32 Participants: Duration: 30mins+ Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/33JBw8U

Assisting R BR BC bank 23.7.2025

Turf 23.7.2025 Turf 23.7.2025 Turf 23.7.2025 Turf 24.7.2025 Turf 24.7.2025 Turf 24.7.2025 Turf 24.7.2025

Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Land on my dft Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): each Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Knock me off NRG Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Rooster Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Kill LWS Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Soulfly Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Lucky tube Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Mannan Screenshots: Date: 23/07/2025 Event Type : 1v1 Grenade tennis Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Colobria Screenshots: Date: 23/07/2025 Event Type : Starwarz Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Randy Screenshots: Date: 23/07/2025 Event Type : Starwarz event Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Darkghost Screenshots: Date: 23/07/2025 Event Type : LMS Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Koko Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Headshot event Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Selmy Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Starwars event Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Adam Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : Fallout event Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Selmy Screenshots: Date: 24/07/2025 Event Type : First to warp Prize: 1.000.000 $ Winner(s): Beauty Screenshots:

CC Activity number: #25 LWS: @Thundeer Winner: @Evans Event type: Hydra Shooter Price: $1.000.000 Screenshots:

CC Activity number: #24 LWS: @Thundeer Winner: @SlapBobs Event type: Race Price: $1.000.000 Screenshots:

CC Activity number: #23 LWS: @Thundeer Winner: @Dr.pex Event type: Fallout Price: $1.000.000 Screenshots:

Activity: SR Date: 24/07/25 ScreenShots:

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Cubans Delivery The mob had good relations with the cuban representatives in the country. Their business were going from way before, they kept it ongoing when the mob had to move back to Italy for a short time, then settle back in U.S. Both groups were benefical to eachother. Cubans were very helpful when the mob needed to export stuff. The italians contacted cubans once again for the same type of assistance. They had to export stuff to a south american country, but things were hot in their turfs, they were concentrated on keeping things under control in the city. The cubans immediately agreed to help the italians, they met at shores nearby Santucci's farm where they brought the stuff from, packed it into the plane and started moving towards the direction. Screenshots:

Strengthening Bikes Santucci Mob were involved in almost every illegal activity inside the country now. They recently started to host illegal races, mostly across the three big cities. They hosted betting services on them too, which was paying well as planned. Ofcourse the winners would have prizes too, therefore some of racers would be their own men, and some other well known bikers around the cities. To avoid paying stranger winners of races, they made sure the racers that are inside the mob gets the best performing bikes, so they organized a meeting with an old biker group named Rebels MC. Aside from driving bikes, they were repairing/upgrading them too. The mob have contacted the biker group and wanted them to assist with their bike upgrades, made sure they get the best ones. As expected, it helped the racers inside the mob a lot and has increased their winning chances by 25%. This was a good number, the mob will be saving a lot of money in long-term. Screenshots:

Construction Business One of capo's were appointed to deal with recently started construction work in San Fierro. The mob were expanding more and more, they wanted a pie of this too. Owner company of this construction was weak, it seemed to be an easy takeover of the entire construction by the mob. Owners were unhappy about this situation but they knew they had to give a cut to mob if they wanted their project to stay alive. They would see members of the mob hanging around the construction area, bullying the workers, making it harder for them. The leader of this construction work was unhappy and had enough, he decided to warn the members of the mob, telling them to stay out of area so they can do their work in peace. You don't go opposite with them, mafioso's decided to make it harder, damaged the vehicles that belonged to construction company, as the order was given by their capo. Screenshots:

Fire in the Papers Whispers begin to circle about an investigative journalist digging into San Fierro’s underworld. Word is, he’s been meeting with ex-cops, asking the wrong questions, and getting too close to names that should never be printed. The Santucci Mob doesn’t wait for headlines, they send a message. It starts civil. The crew sets up a casual meeting in the lobby of a city office building, where the journalist has been spotted holding interviews. A Capo and a Soldier approach him politely, all smiles and smooth voices. They say they just want to talk, maybe clear up a few “misunderstandings.” He agrees, a little too confident. As they step outside, a black SUV pulls up in the side alley. Before he can react, he’s pushed inside — not violently, but firmly. The doors lock. The smiles are gone. Inside the vehicle, the tone changes. The Capo leans in close. “You're playing with fire. You think you're safe because you hold a pen?” The Soldier next to him lifts a folder inside, photos of the journalist’s home, his partner, his usual café. No punches are thrown, no blood is spilled. But the message is loud and clear: “You keep writing, you disappear.” They drop him off unharmed, shaken, pale, and with a story he’ll never publish. The SUV fades back into the city. Sometimes, silence is the loudest threat. Screenshots:

The End of Salvatore The back of Salvatore's Bar. Rain taps on the hood of a black Hudson parked in the alley. Giovanni steps out, coat collar up, revolver tucked inside. Lights a cigarette, looks around, voice calm and low. Vincenzo inside the warehouse. Said he had business with Morello. I say we end that business—permanently. Giovanni checks his pistol, eager. About time. That rat’s been sellin’ our routes to the feds. Franceso wants him gone. Loud or quiet? (Flicks the cigarette away) Quiet. No mess. In, out. Just another ghost in this city. Shadows stretch across crates and flickering lamps. Salvatore is counting money, humming a jazz tune. (Steps from the shadows, gun drawn) Evenin’, Salvatore. (Spins around, panicked) “Giovanni?! Wait! I was gonna come clean! I swear, I—” (Coldly, no hesitation) Too late for prayers. (One clean shot. Salvatore slumps over. Giovanni walks up, grabs a ledger from the table.) Let’s get outta here. Francesco will sleep better tonight. Screenshots:

Emergency Call A drug deal gone wrong. Gunfire in the alley. One of the Santucci Mob’s soldiers takes a bullet to the stomach. The others drag him into the backseat of a car, blood soaking through his shirt, groaning with each bump in the road. There’s no time for a hospital, too many questions, too much heat. Instead, they rush him to an old, abandoned hospital on the outskirts of the city. It looks dead from the outside, but down in the basement, one room is lit: an underground clinic run by a doctor who doesn’t ask questions, so long as the cash is clean. They lay the soldier on a dusty table. He’s pale, barely conscious. One soldier keeps pressure on the wound. The Capo paces silently. The doctor arrives gloves on, no greetings and begins working fast. No anesthesia. Just grit and rage. Tension fills the air. No one speaks. Just the sound of metal tools, muffled groans, and heavy breathing. After what feels like an hour, the doctor finally nods. “He’ll live… if he stays quiet.” They leave the hospital the same way they came in silence. One less body to bury. One more scar for the crew. Screenshots:

Blackmail Material The Santucci Mob has come into possession of something valuable. Not money, not drugs, but information. A city councilman, long thought to be clean, was caught slipping. Compromising photos. The kind that end careers and ruin families. Rather than go public, the crew plans a more profitable route. A meeting is arranged in the lower levels of a shadowy parking garage. No security, no staff just concrete walls and cold silence. The councilman arrives nervous, escorted by one assistant. Waiting for him: a Capo, two Soldiers, and an envelope on the hood of a matte-black Sentinel. He opens it. Silence. Then panic. The choice is made clear: cooperate. Push the zoning permits. Overlook our operations. Offer protection where it’s needed. Or tomorrow morning… these photos hit every front page in Los Santos. He doesn’t argue. Just nods, sweat on his brow. The crew doesn’t threaten him with bullets. They don’t need to. Power like this doesn’t make noise — it whispers. Screenshots:

Clean Work After a recent hit, the scene is still hot and dirty. Blood on the floor, a spent casing under the table, and a trail of trouble waiting to be found. The crew can’t afford loose ends. A trusted cleaner is called in. Dressed in plain clothes, gloves on, and a duffle full of supplies bleach, rags, plastic sheets, and fuel. No talking. Just work. The crew stands watch as the cleaner wipes every surface, scrubs blood from the floorboards, and stuffs burned clothing into garbage bags. Ashes are poured into a barrel and lit up. The smell of bleach hangs heavy. What was once a crime scene becomes just another forgotten corner of the city. No prints. No traces. Just silence. The message is clear: they make messes… and they clean them too. Screenshots:

Blood and Business A small corner store owner decides to stop paying his weekly protection fee, thinking he can slide under the radar. Word gets back to the crew. A meeting is arranged in the basement of a local butcher shop, private, cold, and unforgiving. He shows up expecting to talk business. Instead, he’s forced into a chair, zip-tied, and surrounded by the Capo and two Soldiers. They don’t shout. They don’t ask twice. After a short “conversation,” they make their point — not with bullets, but with precision. The tip of his pinky finger is sliced off cleanly. It’s not personal. It’s a message. He’s bandaged and released, pale and shaking. From that day on, his payments arrive early — every single week. The crew doesn’t need to ask twice again. Screenshots:

Shadow Over the City The word had gone out days in advance, but no one knew exactly when he would show. Just that when he did, they’d better be ready. The rooftop bar of the sprawling hilltop mansion in Los Santos was glowing with soft amber lights. A cold breeze whispered off the ocean, carrying the scent of expensive whiskey, cologne, and fresh cigars. Suits, silk shirts, polished shoes — not a weapon in sight, yet every man on that roof could end a conversation with a single glance. This wasn’t a party. It was presence. A reminder. The Don arrived just after sunset, stepping out from the shadows of the private elevator flanked by two quiet men — soldiers whose faces never left his side. The music didn’t stop. No one stood. But when he passed, everyone made room. A secluded corner of the rooftop had been prepared — tall marble tables, plush seats, and a panoramic view of the entire city skyline below. That's where the crew gathered, lit by warm lanterns and the occasional flare of a lighter. Tonight was celebration. But not for the sake of it. The Don didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. He spoke softly, with intent praising Capos who had stayed loyal through the rough months, giving subtle nods to Underbosses who had made smart calls when tempers were flaring. He handed out promotions with a word and a touch to the shoulder. And with every word came something deeper a chill that crept through the warm night air. Because between the lines, he wasn’t just giving praise. He was giving warning. There was talk of a rival crew, small, loud, and moving fast. Too fast. The Don didn’t name them. He didn’t have to. “Storms start small,” he said, lifting his glass. “But we don’t wait for thunder to build a roof.” No threats. No orders. Just understanding. The meeting ended as it began calm, clean, and without a single drop of blood. But the city below felt different as they left, like something had shifted. The Don had spoken. And when the Don speaks, the streets listen. Screenshots:

Message to the Rivals The streets had been quieter than usual — too quiet. Word reached the Santucci Mob through one of their trusted eyes on the docks: a rival gang had been using an old, half-forgotten warehouse on the edge of San Fierro to move counterfeit liquor. Not just any knockoff — this was low-grade poison, dressed up with stolen labels, being pushed through Santucci territory without permission, without tribute. It wasn’t about the booze. It was about disrespect. The crew scouted the location days ahead — old security systems, a rotating schedule of two guards, and no cameras. That was enough. Robbing the place would've been easy. But robbing doesn’t send a message. Burning it down? That gets remembered. Late at night, two cars roll up just down the street. The Capo, an Underboss, and a pair of trusted Soldiers step out — one holding a duffel with a small explosive rig (fully RP’d, no actual detonation). Inside, the warehouse is quiet, stacked with crates of fake spirits and forged stamps. It reeks of cheap alcohol and cheaper ambition. The crew splits up, one tags the outer wall with a symbol of the Santucci name, something unmistakable. Another plants the charge in a weak spot under the main support beam, played for realism. No one rushes. No one speaks more than needed. Once it's set, they back off to a nearby vantage point. A flick of a lighter, a slow nod and smoke soon begins to rise. There’s no loud bang. Just a rolling column of dark air and a dull thump from inside as crates collapse and heat licks the rafters. They don’t wait to admire it. The job isn’t about fire it’s about reputation. The message is simple: You move product through Santucci turf without respect? It turns to ash. As the crew walks away under the orange glow of the burning night, there’s no laughter. Just silence, and the smell of power reclaimed.

Crossed Lines Whispers had started circling about a low-level associate doing business on the side, small-time deals with a rival gang in exchange for pocket cash. At first, the crew didn’t take it seriously. But when the rival crew started moving in on Santucci territory with oddly specific timing, the puzzle pieces clicked. A decision was made. A trap set. The associate is lured to a stripclub under the pretense of a sit-down. Something about a new job, a quick buck just enough bait to reel him in. The Capo, Underboss, and two Soldiers are already seated in the dimly lit back room, poker chips scattered on the table, a bottle of bourbon between them. It looks casual. It’s anything but. The moment he walks in, the door shuts behind him. He’s asked questions. Too many pauses. Too much sweat. His answers don’t match. Loyalty isn’t just expected, it’s demanded. And when trust cracks, the punishment follows. They beat him senseless. Not to kill, just enough to remind him who he belongs to. Broken ribs, swollen jaw, blood on the linoleum floor. Later that night, the crew drives him out to the desert. Still breathing, barely moving. They dump him on the cold sand, strip him of his shoes and jacket, and leave him with a warning carved into his soul: “Talk to anyone else again… next time, you don’t wake up.” No forgiveness. Just one last chance. Screenshots:

Dirt in the Water An informant in the crew slipped, leaking names to a city inspector in exchange for immunity. He thought he could play both sides, but the Mob doesn’t tolerate cracks in the foundation. Once the leak was confirmed, the order came down without hesitation: cut him out, clean and quiet. In the dead of night, the crew gathers at an abandoned warehouse deep in the forest of Whetstone. No witnesses, no noise. His body, wrapped tight in a tarp, is loaded into the trunk of a black Admiral. No words are exchanged, only looks. Everyone knows what’s being done, and why. This isn’t about revenge. It’s about preserving the code. The drive to the Los Santos docks is slow and deliberate. One car, no headlights, ghosting down the highway. At the dock, the silence is broken only by the soft lapping of the water. The body is hauled out, weighted down, and pushed into the bay with a final splash. No names are mentioned. No prayers are said. Just one less problem, and a message sent without a sound. Screenshots:

Silent Acquisition (Taking over a failing illegal business under pressure.) After recent heat in San Fierro, the Mob is looking to expand lowkey influence in Los Santos. A failing horse betting shop in Central LS owes the Mob money. The owner hasn’t paid tribute and is weeks behind. Rather than break legs, the Santucci way is simple: take control quietly. The RP starts at the dealership where the Capo talks to the soldiers before departure. They drive in convoy to the LS bet shop (use /f chat to stay IC on the way), where the owner is nervously waiting. The crew walks in, calmly. This isn’t a request — it’s an offer. They’ll wipe the debt if the shop is now a Santucci front. The owner resists but folds when the crew shows what not folding looks like (a muffler dent in a betting machine, subtle violence). No bodies, no mess. Just new management. Screenshots:

Tying Loose Ends: Word spreads fast in San Fierro and the store owner’s nephew isn’t just angry, he’s been running his mouth all over the streets. After his uncle got laid out in front of customers for snitching, the kid’s been acting like he inherited the beef. Talking tough on street corners, posting threats online, and flashing around like he’s untouchable. But in this business, noise is dangerous. The mob doesn't do second warnings, they do decisions. The Capo and his men set up a quiet meet, tucked in a dark alley far from curious eyes. They didn’t come to negotiate. They came to offer the kid one final choice: shut your mouth and walk away… or end up where your uncle should’ve been. He shows up tense, fists clenched, trying to prove he’s got a spine. But the moment he sees who’s waiting and how calm they are, it hits him: this isn’t a fight. It’s a moment of mercy... or a mistake he won't survive. In the end, he’s lucky. The crew lets him walk this time. But everyone in that alley knows: the next time they meet, it won’t be to talk.

Days after sending a brutal message to a store owner who broke omertà, the crew returns to the scene, not to finish the job, but to read the street’s pulse. The storefront still wears the wounds of that message: shattered signage, boarded windows, smeared blood stains that no mop could fully erase. But it’s not the wreckage they’re watching, it’s him. The store owner’s nephew stands just outside, pacing with restless energy, jaw tight and eyes burning holes through the passing Stratum. Word around the neighborhood is he’s been talking reckless, throwing threats in every direction like he’s ready for war. He’s young, loud, and stupid, the worst combination. For now, the crew doesn’t act. They just observe, quiet behind tinted glass. But decisions are being made. And if the kid doesn’t learn fast, the street’s about to teach him what it costs to keep a dead man’s pride alive

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Date:17/07/2025 Participants: @M8N @jonas13362 @Limits Type of activity: Money Transport Duration: +5 minutes Screenshots:

repost participants @hammer @cripz date : 18/7/2025 Roleplay #1 While I was cruising through Los Santos my phone rang it was Happy from the Cripz gang He sounded excited he told me he just got his hands on a bike and wanted me to check it out he said if I liked it I could take it and sell it through the Rebels collection Knowing how the Cripz roll I figured the bike was probably hot but that’s their game and I was curious I drove straight to him the bike was a beast matte black shiny pipes and that engine sound was music to my ears I told him it looked solid and asked if he could ride it behind me back to the base He said sure and we rolled out me in my car and him on the bike like a proper convoy When we reached the base I showed him where to park he killed the engine I handed him the cash deal done We both nodded no extra words needed Another bike added to the Rebels stock and maybe a few more coming soon if the Cripz keep doing their thing View Album 📷 Roleplay #2 I was chilling at the base when my phone rang it was Happy again from the Cripz His voice was sharp he said he needed a quick delivery of beer and a few drug boxes said he couldn’t trust anyone else with the job but me Didn’t think twice I grabbed the keys jumped in my truck and hit the road like a bullet I reached their base in no time and there he was standing by his truck engine already running like he was in a hurry No greetings just a smirk and a nod that’s how we do business I backed my truck close to his parked it back to back tailgates touching ready for the handoff We had a short chat just confirming what was in the boxes and where it was going nothing deep Time was ticking so I got to work loading everything into his truck The beer was heavy the drug boxes needed to be handled carefully but we moved fast like clockwork Every crate stacked tight nothing out of place Once we were done he handed me a wad of cash no need to count it we trust each other in moments like that Another clean deal no heat no drama just Rebels and Cripz working smooth I gave him a nod jumped back in my truck and rolled out Fast delivery fast cash Back-to-back business just the way we like it View Album 📷 Roleplay #3 While I was chilling at the Rebels base I got a call from Happy he sounded a bit stressed He told me his car broke down and he had to leave it at a fuel station out in the countryside I grabbed my tools and some gear loaded them into my Picador and hit the road to help him out When I arrived I spotted him standing next to his car the hood was already open and smoke was coming out heavy I parked next to him got out and took a quick look the situation didn’t look great but I’ve seen worse I started checking the engine and tried a few things until I figured it out The fuel and oil had somehow mixed causing the smoke and that mess under the hood I told him what happened and worked on separating the two systems Changed the oil and fixed the issue that caused them to mix After some work I made it safe enough for him to drive the car back to our Rebels garage for a proper repair Once I finished he handed me the money for the oil and fuel I told him the fix was just 300 dollars and the rest was on me He was all good to go and back on the road Another brother helped and another ride saved View Album 📷

Activity & Number: Store Robbery & 584 Date: 08/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 88 Date: 11/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 89 Date: 11/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 90 Date: 12/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 91 Date: 12/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 92 Date: 12/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 93 Date: 12/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 94 Date: 12/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Activity & Number: Store Robbery & 585 Date: 13/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Activity & Number: VİP & 586 Date: 13/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Activity & Number: Store Robbery & 587 Date: 13/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 95 Date: 13/07/2025 Screenshot(s): Turf & Number: Turfing & 96 Date: 13/07/2025 Screenshot(s):

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Participants: - District: All Shift period: 15 Minutes Number of Vehicles Extinguished: 4 Vehicles Screenshot:

Hello, here is a little update of turf wars: If you are killed whilst actively participating in a turf war, it is not counted as deathmatching -- Either the attacker or the defender must be in the turf zone at the time of engaging -- Attackers outside the zone engaging defenders inside the turf zone may be attacked from outside the turf zone (attacker from outside can only be killed outside if he’s shooting those inside) While spawned as a cop you are obligated to arrest both sides during turfs. You can only use your gangs spawn & hospital spawn during a turf war. You are not allowed to go attend a turf war while spawned as police, emergency or food dealer whilst being a member of an official gang. You are not allowed to camp on unclimbable rooftops/places, climbable rooftops/places are allowed (usage of drugs/vehicles is not allowed). To consider a rooftop/place climbable you must be able to access it from the ground or from another climbable rooftop/place without the usage of the drugs/vehicles. Toggling war off temporarily during combat in order to evade special turf abilities such as headshot is abuse and punishable. Switching organizations to participate/assist in turf wars is forbidden. This includes interchanged members. Usage of driveby with any Motorbikes/bicycles is banned from turfs. You are not allowed to assist any gang in turfing. Except if you are under that gangs recruitment process. Which has to be proved in case a case appears Regards, GM Team.