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Bank Robbery Blueberry

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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:

Assisting R BR BC bank 23.7.2025

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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:

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: