charles

Address: 9 shipview terrace Account name: jpmora Last seen: 27th february 2024 Screenshots:

Date: 11/01/2024 LWS Helper: @MaRoO Event Type: 2V2 Duel Prize: $2.000.000 Winners: @Thunder@Curny Screenshots:

Date: 11/01/2024 LWS Helper: @MaRoO Event Type: 1V1 CS Prize: $3.000.000 Winner: @Canserbero Screenshots:

Nice locations but only for a new kind of robbery, not SR.

Address: Grove Pawn Shop Account name: capitalwe Last seen: 27.12.23 Screenshots:

Address: Peeping trailer 2 Account name: capitalwe Last seen: 27.12.23 Screenshots:

Address: Eliwa explosives Account name: mahdize Last seen: 25.11.2023 Screenshots:

Address: Eliwa explosives Account name: mahdize Last seen: 25.11.2023 Screenshots:

SOLD TO SKES!

SOLD

Date: 15/12/2023 LWS Helper: @Yasin Cengiz Event Type: Race Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: @Aoxy Date: 15/12/2023 LWS Helper: @Yasin Cengiz Event Type: Motel LMS Prize: $2.000.000 Winner: @Aoxy Date: 15/12/2023 LWS Helper: @Yasin Cengiz Event Type: Fallout Prize: $1.000.000 Winner: @flappy

Date: 14/12/2023 Participants: @charles @WetCat @Bugsy @BOB @RiOO @lazar_ @Snoupa @pastaa Roleplay title: The Senator's loyalty Part 2 Bugsy, one of the team members, was trapped. He was arrested at the mansion before he could join the others. Charles seeing that one of the team member was missing, immediately realized that their plans were in jeopardy. But the shadow created by the crew wasn't about to give up without a fight. Charles, Frank, and Rio, realizing they had been caught armed, clashed with law enforcement. The sirens of police cruisers howled, and the city streets became the scene for a dangerous game of cat and mouse. The chase continued, and driving became like a dance of death in the ominous glow of the streetlights. Every decision Charles and his allies made was a matter of life and death. They passed through narrow alleys, ignoring the standard rules, and their car became a shadow disappearing into the night's succession. However, there was one last challenge of fate on the road to freedom. In an attempt to avoid the chase, the team, at full speed, crashed into an obstacle, causing exploding chaos. The car flipped over, spinning in a moment of plunging into darkness. A hard blow, a collision with reality, caused Charles to lose consciousness. The world around him became blurred and frightening. Reality swirled like a series of nightmarish images, and Charles found himself trapped in his own nightmares. Rio, who had left the chase scene in the cop car, had been caught and wounded in the course of the holdup. Every moment of pain reminded him of the thwarted plans and loss of freedom. His shadow was fading in the prison gloom. Frank, who had fought the police in a shootout, was seriously wounded. Each of his large bandages was a testament to his warlike past. Now he found himself in custody, with the power of the police replaced by the shadow of a criminal empire. Thus ended the success story of the Underground Empire team. The shadow that had once forgiven the city was swallowed up in a whirlwind of laws. The mobsters were in the hands of justice, and now the dark streets of the city rested from their influence for a while. Charles, Bugsy, Rio and Frank were convicted of their crimes. The shadow they projected disappeared, and their story became a warning to those who dared to embark on the path of crime. When the shadow fades, all that remains is reality - the price that must be paid for crime.

Date: 14/12/2023 Participants: @charles @WetCat @Bugsy @BOB @RiOO Roleplay title: The Senator's loyalty Part 1 Where elegance and power came together, a scheme emerged that affected the very upper echelons of society. The Empire, in search of a new source of influence, turned to the skillful butler of a senator's family mansion, a man capable of opening the doors to the backwaters of power. The butler, named Anthony Blake, was a man of fine taste and high standards. His reputation in the world of palace intrigue and impeccable service was impeccable, which attracted the attention of shadowy figures in the city. A team consisting of Mr. Charles, Mr. Frank, Mr. Bugsy and Mr. Rio posed as representatives of a respected cleaning company, hiding their real intentions behind this facade. There was a melody to the Undergrround Empire's words, and Anthony realized that behind that melody lay something much more complex. The day of "cleaning" the mansion had arrived, and the mafia team dropped the disguise of splendor on its members, changing them into standard janitorial uniforms. The black truck, not giving away its secrets, slowly pulled up to the majestic gates of the mansion. Anthony, awaiting their arrival, greeted them with a smile, unaware of the real plans beneath those gray uniforms. The team, armed with a multitude of tools and sheltering behind bags of supposed "cleaning" products, looked like ordinary janitors. "Welcome, guys. Your schedule and task list are on the table in the hallway. Let's make this house shine," Edward said, letting them inside. In the senator's office, members of the mob stood beside the safe, engrossed in the task of breaking in. The flickering candlelight touched their faces, expressions of tension and anticipation. Mr. Charles, gave the command to begin the break-in. Hands and tools moved with a kind of magic until the safe gave the first sign that its mysterious world might soon be revealed. But suddenly, the music of their skill was replaced by a disturbing chord. One of the bugs activated inside the safe was transmitting alarm chimes. The walls of the mansion spoke in warning language and the team was pulled into a new reality. "Alert alarm! Urgent, get out!" exclaimed Mr. Frank, sensing the growing threat.

Date: 14/12/2023 Participants: @charles @KarDeL@Miltingary Helpers: Special thanks to @fenter Roleplay title: Drug Deal in Heaven In a hot Mexican desert backwater, where the sun scorches the earth and nothing but shimmering bushes is visible, a secret deal is born. The Underground Empire, skilled in the art of shady deals, decided to link up with their Mexican partners to smuggle drugs across the border. A calculated dialog between glasses of whiskey began, Mr. Charles discussing with Mr. Kardel a plan to ship drugs across the Mexican border. Unspoken threats and promises loomed in every word. The seeming atmosphere of amusement concealed something much darker. South of the border, at a secluded airport owned by the Mexican Mafia, the mysterious phase of the operation was beginning. In the evening, as the sun hid behind the horizon, airplanes brought in from the shadowy canals stood on the runway, as if waiting for the moment of takeoff into the uncharted world of the drug trade. Under the cover of night, mechanics loyal to the Mexican Mafia checked every screw and bolt on these specially prepared machines. The gleaming coffins, ready for their black flight, obeyed strict orders. The airfield turned into a quiet but meaningful stage of preparation. Bags of drugs, carefully hidden in the most unexpected places, were prepared for their journey. Containers outfitted to disguise their secrets were carefully arranged in the cargo bays. In a ruthless desert where the stars shone brightly like witnesses to an illegal transaction, Mr. Miltingary sat behind the wheel of his black pickup truck, surrounded by silent colleagues watching the skies. A dark oasis in the uninhabited expanse was the scene for the next act of this clandestine operation. Surrounded by high dunes, they chose the perfect place to wait for the first batch to be dropped by their airplane. Mr. Miltingary was closely monitoring the frequency on the radio scanner, ready for action in the dark of night. After three nervous rounds of flying as the planes dropped their contraband cargo, Charles and his companions, the embodied ghosts of the night, were ready for the final act of this illegal transaction. The trucks, loaded to capacity, slowly made their way to their secret base where the booty awaited unloading. In the dark desert, the lights of the trucks' headlights were like beacons in the ocean, pointing the way home. The loading was done smoothly and quickly, as if the team knew every step beforehand. The containers of drugs and other illegal cargo were neatly arranged in the trucks, and the drivers felt the weight of their responsible cargo. Under the cover of night, they approached their base like ghosts returning from a dark journey. Inside the walls of their secret hideout, the unloading operation began. The side gates swung open with furtive movements, and the trucks drove in, leaving sandy footprints behind them.

You weren't in the game i was waiting for you all day, you were outbid.