Rainy

It was a very long day, as they usually are in the mob, around 10PM the boss called me, an unexpected call, but I answered anyway. When I attended to him, he told me about a debtor, who had sold him cocaine months ago and never paid it, so I was ordered to end with his life. The boss contacted our informants to facilitate my work, who told us that the debtor was going to be walking through the gas station in Los Santos, around 12 o'clock at night. I quickly hung up the call and headed to the car. I drove slowly since I had no rush because I were on time to be able to find him at the gas station. Fortunately when I arrived I found him, I crossed my car and killed him by shooting him 2 times in the chest, falling and dying instantly. The colleague of the debtor was totally traumatized by the situation and could not react, so I got in the car and quickly escaped. Hopefully with this people will learn to pay their debts on time. Screenshots:

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Story Title: Fratelli Della Morte Lorenzo and Matteo Santucci, twin hitmen for the Santucci mob, were deep into watching a tense football match when an urgent call interrupted them. It was Marco De Luca, the sottocapo of their Mafia family, who demanded the immediate elimination of the Sheriff of Flint County—a man whose crackdowns were becoming too disruptive. Without a second thought, the twins switched off the television and made their way to their gleaming Porsche 911, the engine purring to life with a promise of swift action. The drive to the sheriff’s station was a blur, the Porsche’s powerful engine cutting through the night. At the station, the twins exuded false authority, flashing forged badges and convincing Sheriff John McKellen of a fabricated federal investigation requiring his immediate cooperation. Under the guise of protective custody, they led the unsuspecting sheriff to the sleek 911, where he was swiftly subdued and hooded, his muffled protests unheard over the engine’s roar. They sped towards a remote cliff overlooking the ocean, the only sound the occasional gravel crunch under the Porsche’s tires. Once there, the mission reached its grim conclusion. Matteo, always the one to carry out the final deed, fired a bullet into the sheriff’s head without a hint of hesitation. then, he pushed his body from the cliff, watching it disappear into the dark waves below. Their task complete, the twins drove back in their Porsche, stopping at a local bar. There was no discussion of what had transpired; such was the life of a Santucci hitman. As they sipped their drinks in silence, both knew the killing of a sheriff would bring significant consequences, possibly even a violent backlash. But as they left the bar and returned to their car, it was clear they were prepared for whatever response their actions might provoke, the Porsche waiting like a faithful accomplice in the night. Screenshots:

Story Title: II Falco The hitman elite, known as "Il Falco" (The Falcon) within the Santucci Mob, was a formidable figure in both skill and stature. Standing tall with a lean, muscular build, his piercing gaze hinted at the lethal precision behind his actions. With a mane of dark hair and rugged features, he exuded an air of silent confidence as he honed his craft in the aim area. After a rigorous training session with various firearms, Il Falco sought respite at a nearby gas station. Clad in his signature black attire, he blended seamlessly into the shadows, his movements deliberate and calculated. As he leaned against his car, the faint sound of a ringing phone pierced the air—a call from the capos beckoning him to fulfill his next assignment. With silent determination, Il Falco set out on the mission, his senses keenly attuned to the task at hand. Hours passed as he combed through the desolate expanse of the Bonne Country, his instincts guiding him toward his targets' whereabouts. Finally, he spotted them, their presence marked by a stop at a solitary store. Without hesitation, Il Falco approached, his movements swift and decisive. With a precise aim, he dispatched his targets, their demise a testament to his deadly efficiency. With the job completed, Il Falco wasted no time. Loading the lifeless bodies into the bed of his truck, he drove deep into the desert, a silent witness to his solitary mission. he dug graves with practiced ease, laying his targets to rest in the unforgiving sands. Upon completion, one of the capos emerged from the shadows, his gaze assessing the scene before him. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the job, he nodded in approval, acknowledging Il Falco's unwavering loyalty and unwavering commitment to the Santucci Mob's cause. Screenshots:

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