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#55 Activity Date: 27/08/2024 Vagos Members: Pasha,Shizla,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

#20 EVENT Marathon LWS: leonard Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: BostonKing Screenshots:

#19 EVENT LMS LWS: leonard Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: eagleZZ Screenshots:

#18 EVENT Boxing all v all LWS: winter Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: militi Screenshots:

#18 EVENT Car show LWS: winter Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: alone Screenshots:

#17 EVENT Lucky tube LWS: winter Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: zyler Screenshots:

#16 EVENT Lucky nade LWS: winter Vagos Members: happy Prize: 1.000.000 Winner: zyler Screenshots:

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#54 Activity Date: 27/08/2024 Vagos Members: Markurez,Shizla,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

#53 Activity Date: 27/08/2024 Vagos Members: Reacher,Shizla,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

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#48 Activity Date: 15/08/2024 Vagos Members: Reacher,Hammer,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 3 Screenshots:

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Staring bid : 1.000.000 Minimal bid increase : 1.000.000

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Address: 13 Grove street Account name: mrriis Last seen: 9th july Screenshots:

Address: CDC Deposit Of Drugs 3 Account name: mrriis Last seen: 9th july Screenshots:

Address: CDC Deposit Of Drugs 3 Account name: mrriis Last seen: 9th july Screenshots:

#35 Activity Date: 06/08/2024 Vagos Members: Reacher,Shizla,Pasha,Happy Amount of Vagos Members: 4 Screenshots:

#5 ROLEPLAY A Good Gesture Short Scenario: In the bustling heart of Los Santos, the OutLaw High Council was the invisible hand that controlled the city's darker dealings. At the helm was Dante, a man whose presence commanded both respect and fear. One crisp morning, as the city stirred to life, Dante received a call on his secure line from Luis, the Vice President of the notorious Vagos MC. Dante answered, his voice a calm rumble. "Luis, what brings you to my line?" Luis's voice crackled through the connection, carrying a sense of urgency. "Dante, we need a fresh supply of firepower. Can you meet at the usual spot?" Dante's eyes narrowed, sensing the importance behind the request. "I'll be there in an hour. Bring your best." An hour later, in a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of Los Santos, Dante awaited Luis's arrival. The warehouse was filled with crates of weapons, meticulously organized and ready for transport. The heavy metal doors creaked open, and Luis, flanked by two Vagos MC members, strode in. Luis, with a nod: "Dante, good to see you." Dante, extending his hand: "Luis. It's been a while. Let's get down to business." Luis glanced at the array of firearms laid out on a table. "Impressive as always. We need enough to last a few weeks. Trouble's brewing, and we need to be ready." Dante motioned to his men, who began loading crates into the back of a black van. "You know our quality. These will get the job done." Luis inspected a sleek black AR-15, nodding in approval. "Perfect. How much do we owe you?" Dante smiled, a dangerous edge to his expression. "Consider this a favor, Luis. But remember, favors come with expectations." Luis smirked, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Understood. We'll repay this kindness." With the van loaded, the two leaders walked outside, their men securing the perimeter. Dante climbed into the driver's seat of the van, while Luis and his crew mounted their motorcycles. Luis, revving his engine: "Follow us. The clubhouse isn't far." Dante nodded, and the convoy set off, weaving through the streets of Los Santos. They moved with precision, the van and motorcycles a coordinated unit. As they approached the Vagos MC clubhouse, a fortified building on the edge of the city, the gates swung open, allowing them inside. Inside, the clubhouse buzzed with activity. Vagos members milled about, their eyes widening at the sight of the new shipment. Luis dismounted his bike and approached Dante. Luis: "Thanks for this, Dante. The Vagos MC won't forget it." Dante, his gaze steely: "Just make sure the streets know who runs this city." Luis clapped Dante on the shoulder. "Always. The OutLaws and Vagos MC are stronger together." As Dante watched the Vagos members unload the weapons, he felt a sense of satisfaction. Another successful deal, another step in maintaining control over Los Santos. The partnership between the OutLaws and Vagos MC was solidified, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with in the underworld of the city. Participants: Happy @VeX Organizations: VG / Outlaws Screenshots:

#4 ROLEPLAY Riding for Respect Short Scenario: The sun was setting over Los Santos, casting a golden hue over the city’s streets. You were chilling by the boardwalk, the ocean breeze cooling you off after a long day of riding. Your bike, a gleaming black chopper, was parked beside you, its chrome reflecting the colors of the setting sun. The city was alive, but your mind was elsewhere, thinking back to the origins of the Vagos MC. The Vagos weren’t just another motorcycle club—they were a brotherhood. A force to be reckoned with in the streets of Los Santos. And today, you decided it was time to remind the locals what Vagos was all about. Protection, power, and respect. You flicked the end of your cigarette into the sand, feeling the adrenaline start to pump through your veins. It was time to handle some business. You swung a leg over your bike and revved the engine. The roar echoed through the streets as you pulled out onto the highway, heading toward the city. The first stop was a small convenience store on the corner of Jamestown and Carson. The owner, an older man named Raul, had been there for years. He knew how things worked in Los Santos, but it had been a while since anyone had reminded him. You pulled up in front of the store, killing the engine but leaving the key in the ignition. The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside, the sound almost too innocent for what was about to go down. Raul looked up from behind the counter, his eyes widening as he recognized the patch on your jacket—the Vagos skull. You didn’t say a word at first, just walked up to the counter, a faint smirk on your face as you casually pulled out your pistol, holding it loosely in your hand. “Raul,” you said, your voice calm, almost friendly. “We need to talk.” Raul’s hands trembled as he looked at the gun, then back at you. “I-I’ve always respected you guys, man. No trouble here, I swear.” You leaned in a little closer, making sure he could see the seriousness in your eyes. “That’s good, Raul. Real good. But respect isn’t enough these days. There’s a lot of bad people out there, and this is a rough neighborhood. You need protection. You know what I’m talking about?” Raul nodded quickly, his eyes darting to the door as if he could escape. But he knew better. “I-I understand. How much?” You smiled, holstering the pistol but keeping your hand close, just in case. “A couple hundred a month. And in return, you won’t have to worry about anything. No robberies, no thugs messing up your shop. Vagos MC will take care of you. Think of it as an investment.” Raul swallowed hard, then nodded again. “Alright. I’ll have the money by the end of the week.” You patted him on the shoulder, a gesture that was almost friendly. “Good man. Don’t make us come back for it.” With that, you turned and walked out of the store, the bell jingling behind you. The next few stops went the same way—a small diner, a pawn shop, a bar. Each owner was nervous at first, but the sight of your pistol and the promise of protection made them see things your way. By the time you finished, you had a new income stream lined up for the club, and the locals had been reminded that the Vagos MC was still the king of the streets. You rode back to the clubhouse, the night air cool against your face as the city lights blurred around you. The roar of your bike was like music, the kind that only a real rider could appreciate. When you finally pulled up to the clubhouse, you parked your bike and leaned against it, pulling out a cigarette. As you lit it up, you couldn’t help but grin. Another successful day for the Vagos. You took a long drag, the smoke curling up into the night sky. This was just the beginning. Los Santos was your city, and you were going to make sure everyone knew it. The cigarette burned slowly between your fingers, the perfect end to a perfect day. The Vagos MC was back in business. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots:

#3 ROLEPLAY The Vagos MC's Elimination Mission Short Scenario: It was a quiet afternoon at the Vagos MC clubhouse. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dusty yard where bikes were lined up in neat rows. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and the sound of low conversation. I was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and enjoying the rare moment of peace. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I glanced at the screen. The caller ID showed it was Carl, the owner of our go-to Ammu-Nation shop and a long-time ally of the Vagos. I picked up, knowing this wouldn’t be just a friendly chat. "Happy Lowman speaking." "Happy, I’ve got a problem that needs fixing," Carl said, his voice strained. "There’s a new gun shop in town undercutting my prices. It’s bad for business, and I need it gone. Permanently." I listened, the wheels already turning in my head. Carl was a reliable ally, and this was our turf. Nobody moved in on our people’s business without paying the price. "What do you need?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Take out the owner. Make sure everyone knows not to mess with Ammu-Nation. I’ll make it worth your while—Vagos get 25% off everything, for life." The deal was solid. Carl had always been good to us, and a lifelong discount was too good to pass up. "Consider it done," I said, my voice calm and steady. I finished my drink and headed outside to where my bike was parked. The rest of the Vagos were scattered around the yard, some working on their bikes, others just hanging out. I gave a nod to a few of the guys as I swung a leg over my Harley and kicked it to life. The engine rumbled beneath me as I rode out, heading to Carl’s shop. Carl was waiting for me when I arrived, his expression tense. "Happy, I’ve got everything you’ll need," he said, leading me to the back where a selection of firearms was laid out. I picked a reliable rifle, loaded up on ammo, and checked everything over. "Thanks, Carl. I’ll handle it from here," I said, slinging the rifle over my shoulder. The ride to the rival gun shop was quick, the streets of Los Santos rolling by in a blur of neon lights and concrete. I parked my bike a few blocks away and made my way to the shop on foot, the rifle concealed under my jacket. The place was quiet, too quiet. The perfect time to strike. With a firm kick, I busted the door open, stepping inside with the rifle already drawn. The owner, a middle-aged man with a nervous look, froze in place as he saw me. "You’ve been cutting into the wrong man’s business," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Apologize, and hand over every penny you’ve made." The guy’s hands shook as he fumbled with the cash register, stammering out apologies while he stuffed the money into a bag. I snatched the bag from him, feeling the weight of the cash inside. It was a decent haul, but that wasn’t the main point of this visit. "You should’ve known better," I said, leveling the rifle at him. One shot rang out, echoing through the empty shop. The man crumpled to the floor, and I didn’t spare him a second glance. With the job done, I walked back to my bike, the bag of cash slung over my shoulder. The streets were as quiet as I’d left them, the city’s usual chaos momentarily muted. I revved the engine and headed back to the clubhouse, the night air cool against my face. Back at the clubhouse, I stashed the cash in the safe and pulled out my phone. I dialed Carl’s number, feeling the satisfaction of a job well done. "It’s handled. You won’t have any more trouble from that shop." Carl’s relief was clear in his voice. "Thanks, Happy. You’ve done me a solid. Vagos are always welcome here, and like I promised, 25% off for life." "Appreciate it, Carl," I said, hanging up. I lit a cigarette and leaned back against the bar, the familiar sounds of the clubhouse filling the air. The Vagos MC had sent a clear message tonight: Los Santos was our territory, and no one messed with our people. As I took a long drag from my cigarette, I knew the Vagos were stronger than ever, and anyone who crossed us would learn that the hard way. Participants: Happy Organizations: VG Screenshots: