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The Beginning
Two cousins was born in Mexico City, they was born in a neighborhood with a lot of crime activity, the whole envoriment wasn't a pretty sight - it was more of a shanty town like those Favela's in Brazil. It wasn't anything but drugs, guns and money. Carlos Nunez was the youngest of the six, but positively not the weakest. He was the biggest there, infact, people even moved to the side in fear - not respect at this point. Felipe, Carlos' cousin, was running the streets in his early years, he already had earned some respect and had control over a lot of the drug dealing in the area of their residence. Felipe and Carlos' parents had died in a shootout between the police in a house raid, fortunately for the two they had escaped in one piece. They wished they could say the same for the rest of the family in the house at the time of the raid.
The Move
Mexico City was dried out now, due to recent invasions from other gangs the cousins failed to keep their clients and their turfs safe from others. Infact, these other gangs were also being evicted by new gangs and it went in a chain. New gangs came in to take over the old gangs, then another gang would step up, and then another... and it goes on like a huge family tree. The two cousins were meeting up with a rival gang to work out an agreement, but anyone there knew it would end in tears. After brief exchanges on words, the chat was cut short upon this final sentence.
"Vete a la mierda, pendejos."
And then a barrage of bullets flew across the street from both gangs. Various men, from both sides of the street, collapsed as soon as the gun fire started and meanwhile the two cousins and rival leaders dived for cover behind derelict vehicles and piles of rubble.
During the exchange of bullet fire, as Carlos dived for cover, he landed behind a derelict vehicle and sat up to see his leg bleeding. Felipe was close at hand, firing over the top of the vehicle without a care in the world. One by one men from both sides dropped down like flies being hit by a fly zapper and eventually there was only five men left on both sides of the street. Some men could be seen running down the road and crawling away, wounded by the shots fired.
"Usted va a morir!" Carlos exhaled from behind the derelict vehicle. Felipe shot down the remaining enemy men, while his three men made their way across the street to find the rival leader on the ground lying in his own blood. Sirens were heard in the distance and upon hearing this, the remaining men of Felipe's gang had already disappeared down the various alleyways behind derelict apartments and flats. Felipe quickly carried Carlos over to the bullet-riddled van and sped off down the road to a warehouse where he took Carlos out and rested him on a chair inside the warehouse.
Minutes later, sirens were heard again from the warehouse. The men inside the warehouse, in the tens and twenties, made their way over to the shutter door with their firearms at hand. Felipe, at this point, had bandaged Carlos' leg and began to make his way over to a back door of the drug-manufaction warehouse with Carlos' arm over his neck.
"Quick hermano's!" Carlos muttered, as both men scrambled out of the warehouse. Meanwhile at the warehouse enterance, the shutter flew upward and Felipe's front row of men dropped onto the floor like dead flies at the sound of the assault rifles being fired from short range cover.
One by one Felipe's men dropped to the ground until there was nobody left and the rows of officers made their way inside the warehouse, searching for Carlos and Felipe. Little did they know that Felipe and Carlos had already made their way to the borders at El Moral during the brutal gun battle between Felipe's drug workers and the officers.
"We'll be there soon, hermano." Felipe said, nudging Carlos. The van approached the bridge to head into America. They took refuge for the following nights in a derelict house on the border and they finally made it to the main provinces of America in the upcoming week.
The End
Felipe organised any remaining men that weren't cut down in the gun fire at the warehouse to meet at Los Santos, El Corona. That following day, five men gathered in the streets of El Corona.
The following days, months... years they had earned respect in different areas in the city, such as Idlewood and Williofield, they was running the whole city and the criminal activity significantly raised higher than before in those areas. Now they call themself 213 Varrio Asesinos X3.
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* If you are whining, crying in OOC chat during a roleplay is forbidden, we do not like that kind and you will be punished.
* You need to know the server rules and gang rules on Argonath RPG, if you fail at following the rules you will be punished or even uninivted from the faction.
* Always be IC if there are people around you, do not embarrass the faction in anyways, being embarrassing for the faction is - Jumping around like a newbie, doing a idiotic RP, whining.
* When ever you join the faction OR trying to, we have the rights to do the following; CK or PK you if we don't see a need for you, or if you did some really stupid IC.
ALL RECURIMENT IS DONE IC, NOTHING IS DONE WITH A APPLICATION!
Credits:
Alvarezo - Faction Story
Drama - Graphics
Hood Location; El Corona
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