Quarantine Rampage (GTA San-Andreas fanfic)

~ I ~

The first days of September 2020 have come. For six months of the quarantine imposed in connection with the growth of the coronavirus pandemic, the state of San Andreas has changed beyond recognition: on the empty beaches of Los Santos, only the wind drove golden sand, a crowd of lively passers-by did not walk along the central streets, casinos in Las Venturas closed, and through the hills of San Fierro there was the rumble of lonely trams carrying a couple or three passengers. Wherever you look, and if you meet people, their faces are covered with masks and respirators.

Only poor areas like Gunton have changed little. The authorities did not care about the observance of quarantine by a category of the population, which they were already hounding and squeezing with all their might, encouraging the spread of drugs, banditry, rap and unemployment.

Nevertheless, Coronavirus died even greyhound niggres with their thick skin, and therefore Ganton was a little impedance: the fear of the unknown plating was added to the fear of the fear of unknown or rape.

Karl Johnson, known to a wide circle of friends and enemies as Cj, was one of the few ghetto residents who could afford to quarantine at home without worrying about their daily bread.

Last Sunday, he bought a huge supply of food - chips, canned beef, twenty packs of orange juice and seven bags of discounted toilet paper - and after giving out some to the neighbors, he locked himself in his house.

Sitting in front of the window and drinking instant coffee in the morning, Cj was seriously thinking about what methods of entertainment are available to him locked up. He had never read books, but now he decided on his next shopping trip to buy some thick book with funny pictures and a pretentious title, like "Farewell to arms!" or "Grapes of Wrath", which he somehow noticed in a shop window next to the bookmaker's office, which he was going to rob on the evening of the same day.

Happy days! As they get older, memories become a kind of especially valuable form of entertainment, but Karl was far from retirement, and therefore he longed for showdowns and new adventures.

On the other hand, the vacation was also good, although it was rather boring.

After warming up the pizza, Karl decided to watch the Indian action movie, which he rented a month ago and forgot to return.

A white bad guy with a black pirate eye patch tried to hack to death an Indian kung fu master with a broadsword. He dodged in the most incredible way. And the white rascal was getting more and more inflamed.

Karl had to stop the orgy as the phone rang.

- Karl! ..

- Hey, wsap, Vuzi!

- Karl, cough, I’m calling you on business.

- Well, you do not miss me, old man.

- It's a serious matter, Sj ... che-che ... We bought a batch of vaccine and were vaccinated ... now two-thirds of the Triads are dying, not today - tomorrow they will kill us ...

- Damn, man, how did you manage!

- I think they set us up, Karl! The vaccine was burned!

- Who set you up?

- We have many enemies ... But we bought the vaccine from the Russian mafioso Vladimir Tipun, who is the owner of the aquadiskotheque in Las Venturas.

- We must find and interrogate this bastard!

- Yes, Karl, that's why I turned to you! Friend, can you do me a favor? I miss people!

- Of course, bro, swept. Soon we will grill a shish kebab from your enemies.

- Thank you, Cj ... Triads will not remain in debt ...
Now Karl has a reason to leave the house.

~ II ~
- Vuzi got infected with this crap, the Russians are getting impudent, the Triad of the Khan, my business in Fierro and Venturas will also be in trouble ... - Karl paced around the living room, thinking about further actions - We need to find out who this vaccine supplier is. I'll go to the internet club and google the wikiLeaks.

Putting on a fresh white T-shirt, ironed jeans and new sneakers, Karl stuffed a Colt into his bosom, locked the door and went to the Internet club, located on the corner next to the bridge.

On the way, he met rare passers-by.

- Young man, why without a mask?

- Eh, vaccinated or what?

- Do you want to infect everyone?

- Here is a moron ...

- Where is your mask, son?

- Citizen, if you are without a mask, then present a certificate of vaccination. Otherwise, you will be placed under arrest.

A couple of visitors could be seen in the windows of the club. Pushing open the double door, Karl went to the administrator's desk, behind which sat a bearded man in his late thirties.

- Does the Internet work? What is the price?

- Ten dollars an hour.

- What's so expensive?

- We are working in quarantine. But you can download torrents.

- This, of course, is super, but it's still too expensive ...

- If you don't want to pay - go for it.

- By the way, - Karl narrowed his eyes - I am a very respected person in the area ...

- Sorry, Cj, - the admin crossed his arms on his chest - you yourself instructed me to take a stable tariff, regardless of show off.

- Right. I have an hour, - Karl turned, looking out if his favorite table was free.

- Money up front. If you stay longer, pay more, or kick you out of the club.

- But this could not have been said.

Sitting at the computer, Cj sprinkled alcohol on the keyboard and mouse, then pressed "Start" and launched "Hearts".

The sun was slowly creeping out from behind the roof of the giant stadium. Birds fluttered, from branch to branch, chirping merrily. They wondered and rejoiced at where the people disappeared from the streets. They were even more surprised at the man who, in such good weather, sat in a hole behind the glass and breathed stale air.

- Damn cheater this computer, - Cj grumbled - there is no way to beat this rubbish.

He kicked the system unit and the drive slid out the tray. Karl spat at him and the tray slid back.

- I completely forgot about Vuzi ... - Karl closed the "Hearts" and launched the browser.

He typed the query "russian teapoon disco" into a search engine and opened the first page he came across.

- Yeah, the Chinese are involved ...

Karl tried to google about the mysterious Lawrence Chang, but found nothing sensible.

Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, Karl called Wu Zi Mu. He did not answer. Then Karl dialed Wuzi's assistant. A female voice spoke Chinese at the other end, and when Karl asked about Guppy, the Chinese chatter turned into sobs. Grimacing, Karl thought about calling Mr. Ran Fa Li, since he had never heard an intelligible answer from that.

Cj left the Internet club and, stretching out in the air, knocked on the chest with his fists. He decided to go straight to the aquadiskotheque and personally scout out who this Vladimir Tipun and his dark cronies are.

~ III ~

Arriving home, Karl made himself a couple of sandwiches with diet sausage, a thermos of coffee, a box of Colt cartridges, two medical masks and a couple of pomegranates. Then he loaded it all into a battered Clover (which he drove when he wanted to go unnoticed), started the engine, and drove to Las Venturas.

The city of gambling was empty - most casinos, striptease bars and other hot spots were closed. Nevertheless, some establishments enjoyed the special favor of the city authorities. These included Vladimir Tipun's aquadiskotheque - a caravel moored in an artificial lake, from which music and stroboscopic illumination glare spread throughout the district. The ship was connected to the land by a wooden ladder, on the sides of which giant skulls were planted on pillars, engulfed in tongues of burning gas. The Aquadiskotheque was located on the same main street as the Four Dragons casino. Karl noted to himself that the Russians were openly neighbors with the Chinese, which means they could claim more, up to the seizure of their neighbors' facilities.

There was no way at the entrance - bohemia and the elite of the city stretched along the street in a queue, eager for entertainment even in this difficult time, when the docks and factories were idle. The police were on duty somewhere nearby - their task was not to quarantine, but to protect the facility from the encroachments of particularly violent subjects.

Taking all this into account, Karl stopped his car in the parking lot at the Casino Royal, then walked along the avenue and, insolently avoiding the motley line, tried to enter the aquadiskotheque.

A stern, mustachioed Russian mafioso blocked Karl's way and thumped with an eerie accent:

- Are you a clear-cut kid?

- Rather impudent.

- Go get in line.

- I am such that if I borrow, I will not give it back.

- Then get out of here!

- Hey, my friends are waiting for me there! They will be unhappy!

A tall fellow in a blue suit, with blue stubble and a rounded belly, turned around at the noise.

- What other friends? Dishwasher or what?

- Everyone knows my friends! - Karl fished out the main argument from his jeans pocket - Jefferson! Grant! Franklin!

- Now this is our way ... Vasily, you are such a fool, let your dear guest pass!

The aquadiskotheque was full of people. Karl first made his way to the bar and ordered a plate of sushi and banana juice.

Sitting on a swivel chair, he scanned the carriage of the caravel.

- Hey, friend, is that shibzdik the owner of this bucket? - Cj pointed to the bartender at a short, respected man with a slanting face, measured movements, surrounded by a pair of meaty referents and half a dozen security guards.

- No, this is his six, - answered the bartender, spat into the glass and began to wipe - that is, the right hand.

- The dirtiest work is usually done with the right hand ... What is his name?

- Sesame is called.

- Where is Pipun himself?

- Why did he surrender to the guy from the ghetto?

- I have serious business with him.

- Mister Pip is resting in the hold.

“I don’t understand… where?”

“Downstairs,” the bartender pointed to a spiral staircase that led to the floor.

When Karl walked away from the counter, the bartender took out his phone and began to call someone.

Walking around the dance floor, Cij approached one of the Sesame guards.

- Hey, dude, I need to grind with your boss.

The latter examined Karl with suspicion and asked:

- What do you want?

- I'm on business with Mister Pip. He's downstairs, but I don't want to jump over my head and everything.

- You mean, break the chain of command?

- Yes, yes, in short, introduce me to the boss, you will not be at a loss.

Sesame went to the table, wiping his sweaty little wrinkled forehead with a silk handkerchief.

- On what business?

- Dear people from Los Santos want to buy a vaccine for this same bullshit, which has already completely gotten everyone. They say you have such a product, and, moreover, at a good price.

- The word "good price" has many meanings, - Sesame clicked his rings on his fingers - but on such issues it is necessary to speak with Tipun himself.

- I would be glad if you arrange a meeting.

Sesame looked around in confusion. Work is work. He stood up resolutely.

- Went.

Sesame's assistant handed the masks to his boss and Cj. Sniffing the mask, Karl put it on and headed for the descent into the hold.

The hold was lined with sound-insulating material - the music was barely heard. It was twilight, there were many tables and screens, and clouds of smoke were floating in the air.

Vladimir Tipun looked like his right hand, although he wore a more expensive jacket and a plump face spoke of his addiction to rejuvenation procedures. They sat down at a table covered from sight.

- Mister Pip, we want to buy a vaccine from you.

- I am very glad that a representative of our friendly social circles of Los Santos honored our place of stay with his business visit. We are doing well, you know. And on the occasion with which you came, as well as on many other issues within the scope of our activity, they are also often asked, and so, we have organized this quiet place to, so to speak, resolve all such issues.

Karl did not know what to say and listened in silence.

- Thus, we are ready for constructive, I emphasize, for constructive cooperation, in connection with which we are quite loyal to the idea of ​​selling you a primary small batch of vaccine at first, focusing on the fact that this transaction will result in the future by strengthening cooperation and increasing supplies and, accordingly, as it is quite natural to expect in such cases, investments in commodity supplies.

Pip fell silent, and Karl was thinking hard whether it was worth waiting for the continuation. After three seconds, he felt it was his turn to speak.

- Swept over.

He, not knowing how, bought a box of vaccines "from the leading chemical plant of the KGB in Uzbekistan." Having loaded the valuable cargo into the trunk of his "clover", Karl ate the sandwich he had in store, drank a mug of cooled coffee and drove home to Los Santos.

~ IV ~

On the way up to the bridge connecting Las Venturas with Los Santos, an old man in a red plaid shirt and khaki pants jumped out onto the highway. He frantically waved his hands and gestured.

Swearing, Karl disengaged the clutch, squeezed the brake pedal and prepared to pull the handbrake. The Clover braked to a halt.

Cj leaned out the window:

- Do you want to die not like everyone else, old fart ?!

- Karl, my friend, help! My "Mother Ship" slides into the water! He's on the shore!

He was a hippie Truth, known in a small circle of people and, possibly, aliens, as a major theorist and practitioner of conspiracies. Cursing again, Karl turned the wheelbarrow around and began to slide down the steep dirt road, behind which a friend from the past who had suddenly appeared so unexpectedly disappeared. He drove out to the coast and ran to the trunk for the cable.

- Hey, where is she?

True, he jumped up to him and, clasping him by the shoulders, excitedly mumbled:

- Karl, brother! I couldn't find a better way to stop you! Follow me, you must see this!

- What to see, fucking motherfucker? Isn't your cannabis truck sinking ?!

- Come on, let's go!

- Come on! ..

- Come on, you have to see it! .. It's a matter of life and death, hurry! ..

He ran back to the highway, then suddenly collapsed to the ground and crawled. Karl followed suit.

- Look!

Three cars with tinted windows rushed along the deserted highway from Las Venturas. They picked up speed, obviously losing sight of someone.

- Russians! .. - Karl gasped.

- Looks like they wanted to catch up with you and return the forgotten wallet.

“What .. I don’t… Damn, they wanted to bang me on the way!

- This is also quite likely.

- But how?

- Perhaps they have an informant?

- Nobody in my gang knew ... Maybe the club's admin ?! ... Yes, exactly, these are the Chinese! Mole at Wuzi! He found out that he had contacted me, and tapped Pipun ...

- Warmer, baby, warmer ...

- No, the Chinese will not knock on Raska, although in a free country everything can be ... But he knocked on Lawrence Chang! And that one ...

- Aliluya!

They got up from the ground and walked back to the shore.

- Hey, old man, how did you know?

- How can I not know if a pandemic is raging! This conspiracy led me to who you are looking for!

- Laurence Chung? Do you know this goat?

- I do not see the outlines of his true face yet, but he has an impressive figure! Karl, our interests in this matter coincide! We must find this dark horse, the horse of one of the government's most vile chess parties since the creation of ISIS!

- Okay, but Pipin got me through. I lost my lead ...

- Nothing, buddy, soon we ourselves will see through this Russian clown. Wait for a call from me.

- OK.

Karl threw the cable into the trunk and slammed the door.

- Hey, man, where is your hippie car? Where did you come?

- Yes, there is my car, in the reeds.

True, he climbed into the thickets and quickly jumped over the side of a boat. After a couple of seconds, a powerful fan hummed, and Truth floated out into the open space.

- Ah, an air cushion ...

- Wait for my call and do not take any other action! ..

Cj waved his hand. The main questions that he should have asked the Truth came to mind only when he was already driving up to the house.

~ V ~

- Hey Zee can you figure out what the fuck is this?

- What is it?

- Well, like a vaccine ...

- And what am I going to find out? And How?

- Well, collect some electronic crap, you are an IT specialist. Check if this is a real vaccine or a deadly coronavirus.

- What am I going to collect, an electron microscope, or what? What am I to you, a virologist, or what?

- Well, okay, damn it, find a friend who can ...

- Oh my God, Karl, with such a task you could approach any employee of one of your facilities, give at least those drug addicts from the garage ...

- Well, I turned to you, because you are sober, besides, you are a type of electronics engineer and closer to the question ...

- Listen. Only specialized laboratories have the equipment and the legal right to engage in such activities. Even if I had a friend, he still would not have undertaken to conduct such large-scale tests alone and in secret from his superiors. If you really need it, then apply with an official request to some laboratory, get the go-ahead, pay the money and ...

- Dude, don't bother me, I know this without you ... Well, can I try ?!

~ VI ~

In persons in whose life the main impulse to action is pleasure, and serious difficulties, responsibility, an element of coercion are absent - for example, bachelors - such people lose motivation due to irreversible dullness of sensations, and are forced to look for new sources of sensations, while they there is no strength and even no idea of ​​the need to get rid of the harmful dopamine addiction. Thus, from the permissible limits, they move to excesses, ultimately approaching the unnatural.

From the forced idleness, Karl got bored with watching action films of the 80s, and he switched to trash like the films of David Pryor or "Do not retreat and do not give up 2: Storm Warning." He had little time before The Avengers and Twilight when the life-saving phone call rang out.

- Dude, his ass is in our hands.

- Fine! What have you found?

- Oh, I dug a lot, Karl, a lot! Enough for an entire documentary. Take with you a couple of walkie-talkies with headsets, an assault rifle with a silencer, more ammunition, a snack and get a sleeping bag ...

- A sleeping bag? Why the hell? ..

- I'll tell you about everything when you arrive at the airfield in Green Meadows. Meet me in the control room ... No, no, Jethro, this is not a white bear, damn ... Well, you get it, Karl.

- Loud and clear.

Adding to the above weapons an RPG with a box of grenades, a bunch of lemons and an RPK with six magazines, Karl quietly drove out of Grove Street and arrived at the airfield by noon.

- Well, where are we going to have a picnic?

- Our Russian friend has health problems. I will not say which ones.

- Farther.

- Medicine doesn't really help him. But his right hand Sesame agreed with one shaman to hold a ceremony in El Castillo del Diablo.

- Is this shaman you?

- No, don't interrupt ... He is my old friend, back in the 60s ... So, in this secluded place Pipun will slaughter and drink the blood of a completely black dog with his own hands ...

- Absolutely black, in the sense that it only absorbs light and reflects nothing?

- No, friend, don't ask stupid questions. Absolutely black means completely black coat, without spots. So it is written in one old Indian instruction, which my friend borrowed from me ... In short, they will perform a ritual on a tied dog that has not been fed for the third day, and did not even wash so that the paint does not come off the wool, and ...

- Well, we what?

- We'll take Pip during the ceremony!

- We are with you, alone ?! What are you, Maine, ate nasvai for breakfast? To take such a mafioso prisoner, you need to bring a whole gang, and in general, I'm not going to get involved in a war of groups now.

- This is a secret ceremony, there will be only three people: Pipun himself, Kunzhut and the head of his personal security Pochechuev. We will capture Pipun, you will shoot the rest with all the cruelty that is characteristic of your dark energetic aura! Normally only Pochechuev shoots from them, the shaman also has a cannon, a mini-revolver for five rounds, fastened to his shin, and Pip before the ceremony will be smeared with my trademark potion, from which the roof blows away like a bag of gasoline.

- And what about the shaman?

- I don't give a damn about the shaman. He beat my girl off in the 60s. You have to react somehow.

- And there won't be anyone else? It can not be so.

- Well, you're right, they will come in larger numbers. But security, about six people, will be on duty on the highway, near the snake farm, and these three idiots will arrive in an SUV. The shaman will arrive in his buggy. I'll take a jetpack, binoculars and a sausage sandwich, and until dawn I will climb the cliff and be on duty there. And I have prepared a cache for you, we will contact you by radio. First, take a good look around the area.

- And his security will not fumble around? Should they do reconnaissance? Maybe a sniper is sitting on a rock?

- They have nothing to do. They don't even know why their boss will be dragged there. He tries to keep his problems a secret, and he risks his head great, going to such a ceremony.

- Well, okay ... We will crash them, then we will take him prisoner ... And those near the highway, if they arrive in time ...

- If they arrive, you will send them to the forefathers. By the way, leave me the Colt and that machine gun, I was always interested in what kind of wood these butts are made of.

~ VII ~ A

sandstorm swept over the abandoned ghost town at night. Karl spat softly, getting rid of the grains of sand crunching on his teeth. The dilapidated boarded-up saloon was dusty and dark. From time to time, snatches of conversations were heard in the headphones of the walkie-talkie, coming from somewhere in the distant expanses of the desert, where cellular communication did not work.

- Jah calls Brahmaputra. Welcome.

“Bhra… Bahram-p-param is in touch. Welcome.

- The object is approaching along the previously established route. One car, SUV jeep. There are four in the car. I repeat: there are four in the car! End of communication.

- Understood, the end of the connection.

There was a creak of brakes. Karl saw through a crack in the wall how Pip and Sesame, familiar to him, as well as two bodyguards in black glasses, got out of the car.

- Jah calls Brahmaputra. Welcome.

- Welcome, - whispered Cj, glancing sideways at the mafiosi, importantly walking along the street.

- Pochechuev is absent. Two unknown bodyguards. The shaman is approaching. Welcome.

There was the characteristic hum of the buggy's motor. The shaman pulled up at the other end of the street. He was a tall, stooped old man, an elderly wiry hippie like Truth. A container for transporting pets was fastened to the trunk of his self-propelled monster, and in his hand he carried a weighty bag.

- I see the fifth object. Welcome.

“Now try not to draw attention to yourself. End of communication.

It would be pointless to launch an attack now. The bodyguards and other members of the coven were on guard. You need to wait for the ceremony itself to begin, then their attention will be riveted to what is happening. Of course, professional bodyguards know the killers are counting on it. But at least two of them will be busy with something other than looking around.

Putting on a mask with a skull of some cattle attached to it, the shaman put on a red cassock and, together with Sesame, dragged the whining dog out of the container. Her paws were tied with nylon clamps, her tail hung limply.

Mumbling "mori es vivir", the shaman began to lay out a ceremonial altar of branches, dried grass and thorny bushes at the entrance to the old bank. Then he reinforced the resulting wreath with black ribbons. Sesame scurried after him, and Pipun stood in the distance, casting frowning glances at the tied dog, sadly looking at the sky.

Finally, it was the dog's turn. Laying it on the wreath, the shaman took out a black bag and began to sprinkle red seeds around the wreath. Then he took an antique skull-shaped crystal cup from his bag and gave the dog water.

He signaled, and Pip and Sesame came closer. The bodyguards took up positions at the ends of the street.

- Matano! - exclaimed the shaman.

Having fished out from under his robes a book in a black leather binding, the shaman bent over a black dog, and meanwhile Sesame took off his jacket from Pipun, took his shirt, then handed him a bowl with a certain yellowish solution and began to smear his back while he smeared his hands and stomach.

- Ayestan!

Taking a knife with a blackened blade from his belt, the shaman began to make energetic pirouettes over the animal, and it trembled and howled. The shaman laughed maliciously, the dog fell silent, and Sesame excitedly whispered something to Pipun, who nodded in satisfaction.

Karl got goosebumps. But he could bet a hundred bucks that Truth on the rock was bursting with laughter at the same time.

Leaning into three deaths, the shaman stretched out his hands to Vladimir Pipun. He confidently stepped forward and took the knife from the hands of the silent sorcerer. Approaching the dog staring at him, the boss of the Russian mafia, grunting, sat down on the cards and grabbed the dog by the neck.

- Mori es vivir! - exclaimed the shaman.

There was a desperate barking sound. The pip cut the dog's throat with a measured movement. A stream of blood gushed from the wound.

"Cerebros ... Cerebros ..." muttered the shaman.

- "Is it time, or what?" Thought Karl. His leg became numb, and he began to rub it.

Sitting on his right knee, Pip handed the knife to the shaman and began to swallow the blood that was beating from the artery of the still not dead dog.

- Mori es vivir! Mori es vivir! The shaman exclaimed enthusiastically.

This clearly encouraged Pipun. He felt the diseases go away, his body was filled with health and youth. Meanwhile, Sesame froze like a stone, stuck out his lower jaw and watched the whole picture of the ceremony with unhealthy interest.

- Karl, welcome, - was heard in the headphones - After the climax, they will calm down and lose their vigilance, then you will take the one on the left.

- What's with the one on the right? I do not see him.

- He took a shovel and will dig a hole to bury the "drunken vessel of life" ...

- Okay. Welcome.

The shaman covered Pipun with a black blanket decorated with pictograms and muttered again. The bodyguard on the left distracted his gaze from the surroundings and looked at the boss.

- Karl! .. Come on!

After knocking out the sawn boards, Karl stuck the muzzle of an AKM with a silencer out the window and knocked the bodyguard off his feet. Sesame looked back at the crack. An expression of maddened bliss had not yet left his face when the bullets pierced his fat stomach and chest.

The shaman jumped to the side. Shots rang out.

Running to the back entrance, Karl jumped out into the next street and rushed across to the shaman and the second bodyguard. The clatter of a machine gun came from the cliff.

The second bodyguard turned mechanically, and Cj shot him. The shaman was not visible. Having run up to Pipun, who was floundering under the blanket, Karl hit him with force in the kidneys.

- Karl, this bastard is running away!

Karl ran to the sound of the buggy's engine. Bullets from the shaman's revolver pierced the boardwalk next to him. Karl took cover around the corner and threw a grenade at random. There was an explosion and the "buggy" crashed into the wall of the saloon. Running out from the opposite corner, Karl emptied the remnants of the magazine into an overturned car. The shaman fell out of the seat, lay in an unnatural position and did not move.

Meanwhile, Pravda came down from the cliff with a colt in hand and took Pipun at gunpoint. He looked around furiously and tried to filter something through his teeth.

- Ah, Mr. Pip, I suppose! - Sj barked, breathing heavily, - what a meeting!

“You, you…” muttered Pip, who had clearly lost his orientation in space.

- Want more? - Karl ran up to him and hit him in the face with the butt. Pip fell on his side and Karl kicked him in the kidneys again.

True, he handcuffed Pipun and tied his legs.

- Answer us clearly and clearly, did you sell the fake vaccine to the Triads?

- I sell a generally recognized quality product ... Our relationship with partners is transparent and mutually beneficial ...

Karl gave him a hefty slap in the face.

“I know what product you're selling, nit. Wanted to capitalize a Chinese business?

- You fucking black-ass, your mother, now my guard, fucking in the mouth, will come and cut you into pieces, fuck!

Cj took aim with a Colt and shot off Pip's left ear.

- Ah-ah-ah! ..

- Oh, friend, my chakras will not stand this again, - Truth grinned and took a joint out of his pocket.

- How are your chakras, Vlad? - asked Cj.

- A-s-s-s ... - Pip burst into tears. He felt very bad. Two obscure figures loomed in front of him, shimmering in crimson and blue tones.

- Answer, bastard! Who persuaded you to sell the fake vaccine to the Triads ?!

- Hey, black-ass, but I know that you are with the Chinayos, - snapped Pipun - my people will find you!

- First they have to find you! That from you ...

- Light in sight, - said Truth.

Karl fell silent. From afar came the rumble of driving cars. Karl knocked out the bound mafioso with a blow of the rib of his hand on the neck.

- Quickly! On his rock!

~ VIII ~

The whole merry company, including the prisoner, settled down on the flat top of the highest and most inaccessible rock.

Karl began to handle the boss of the Russian mafia.

- Let's be honest. All I can promise you is your life. So speak up or you'll die. You sold the Russian vaccine to the Triads?

- The same as you.

- You yourself wanted to remove the Triads?

- Yes, myself!

- So Lowrence Chang asked you?

- Ah, bitch!

- So he ordered you? How does he keep you hooked?

- Fuck, fuck! - Pip unsuccessfully tried to break the chain of handcuffs.

- Okay, tell me where he turns.

- None of your business!

- Are you afraid of him? Aren't you afraid of my gun?

- Karl, they are already here! They are scattering around! Pochechuev and fourteen thugs!

- OK. ... Get up, Vlad.

Picking up Pip, Cj pulled him to the edge of the cliff.

- Hey, races! I have your boss!

The Russians stopped fumbling around the town. Pochechuev gave a sign, and the four began to chain up to the rock, but as they approached, their perplexity grew: how to get there?

- Hey, we don't like uninvited guests! - Karl shouted, hiding behind Pipun's fat body.

- What do you want? Who the hell are you !? - came from below.

“I'm the one your boss owes too much to forgive! - answered Cj. - Right, Vlad ?!

- Guys, there are two of them! Threat them, what are you worth, fucking mother !?

- Hey, six, tell me where your boss's friend is turning? Karl shouted.

- Soak them, fuck!

- I repeat, where is Laurence Chang?

Pochechuev exchanged glances with the bandits who surrounded him. There was a pause.

- Fuck, shut up! - whispered Pipun angrily - This does not concern them!

- Why is this?

- Sixes do not swing with him.

- Hey boss, are you okay? - came from below.

Karl chuckled.

- Okay, tell me, where did you meet with Chang? Who brought you together? Why did he want to remove the Triads? I don't need you, Vlad. Tell me and let me go.

Pip was on the verge of losing consciousness. The sun was hot on his head. The substance with which he smeared penetrated into the depths of consciousness, turning their dark contents upside down.

- He said that everything will be clean. He promised ... But he said don't tell anyone ...

- I count to three, motherfucker, and I'm throwing you down!

- Hey you nigga! - came from below - Let's talk!

- Ranch ... By the bridge ... Ranch by the railway bridge ... Doctors ... Doesn't help ... Crooks ... Shot without snot ... Dog blood ...

Cj pulled the prisoner back, then took out a pouch and something soft and put it on the damp edge of Pipun's trousers. His legs began to give way.

The Russians below were perplexed. Pochechuev gave a sign to conduct exploration in the vicinity of the rock.

- Hey, giving you back the boss! - rang out from above.

Karl kicked Pip in the ass and he flew off the cliff. For a moment, the Russians froze, watching as the screaming owner of the aquadiskotheque, smeared with something brown, naked to the waist, falls from a height, glistening with a greasy body in the rays of the scorching sun.

Before reaching the ground three meters, Vladimir Tipun scattered into a hundred pieces, and the Russian bandits were covered with a rain of giblets. They began to dust themselves off and scatter, but then a new explosion crashed - Karl threw a grenade.

- Urine! Shit! Urine-and! - shouted Pochechuev.

A shell-shocked Russian mafioso saw through a curtain of dust a motorcycle flying off the top of a cliff.

Swearing, the Russians began to shoot at him, but the motorcycle famously landed in an abandoned cemetery and disappeared behind the hill.

In half an hour the orgy subsided. The surviving bandits belatedly rushed in pursuit of the desperate black man, and now only the wind drove the dust alone through the ghost town.

A man with a jetpack slowly took off from the top of the cliff and flew northeast.

~ IX ~

- Dude, I haven't had that much fun since Kennedy was killed! - leaning against the window, Truth sipping a joint.

- Yeah, I'll tell you that, Maine, we're just cold blooded killers.

- Not us, friend. You are a friend.

- As if this idiot is not in business ...

- My aura was not clouded by the murder of a living creature.

- Fuck you ... Why do you have to go back to the farm? Isn't it better to go to the bottom?

“He said about the ranch by the bridge. There is one ranch in San Andreas by the railway bridge. I think you are thinking of the same person that I am thinking.

- Uh ... Toreno?

- Exactly. Do you remember how he used you?

- Um, man, this is a thing of the past, it's been almost thirty years, yo-mine, but he forgot about us. Uses new suckers like that bastard Pip.

- Such people never forget about anyone, - Truth threw a cigarette butt out the window and turned to Sij, who was sitting at the wheel of the "mother ship" of hippies - This system, Karl, is not built on the laws of harmony, but on the laws of appropriation, consumption, robbery and striving for total control. I'm sure all these years he continued to automatically collect a dossier on you. You think when he was about to take out the Triads, he didn't remember that little Grove Street nigga got along with them?

“Uh… yes. May be.

- Therefore, I urgently need to go to the farm, pick up some materials.

- So what are you going to do?

“I think you'll end up having to slap your old friend. It was he who brought the coronavirus to San Andreas.

- Seriously? Yah. Why the hell does he want this?

- If I begin to explain to you in their terminology, you will not understand anything. And if I begin to explain in understandable language, then you will begin to argue with me, and again no sense will come out. So leave this matter to me.

- OK. So now, are we going to attack Toreno's ranch like this and try to smash it? He has a thousand people all over the state and a dozen satellites in orbit!

- No. Bye ... Karl, we've only found a thread. A thread that the spider had thrown out of the web itself because there was too much dirt stuck to it. And so far I have only been convinced of my suspicions. And then I must start looking for the spider.

- That is, we in vain banged Pipun?

- Why in vain? You found out that he set up your Chinese friend. You took it away. The threat to the Triads has been removed from the agenda. Now other gangs will attack the Russians after their bosses were put on a showdown in the desert. And your work is done.

- Okay, what to do with Chang?

- I don't think there is any Chang.

- And with whom did Pipun talk?

- I do not know. Perhaps with a figurehead.

- It is logical.

They had sat out at the airfield in the desert during the day, and now they were heading for the farm of an old hippie located in the valley in Flint County.

The sun had long since disappeared behind the hills, fog and dampness descended along the slopes and cliffs, mingling with the mist in the dark groves of century-old trees and young shoots of fallen asleep grass.

The hippie turned off the dimly lit highway onto a completely dark dirt road. The headlights barely pierced the fog. Having passed the first turn, Sij noticed that the cloud surrounding them seemed to brighten. As the car descended lower and lower, the diffused light became brighter. The place where the farm was supposed to be was especially bright.

- What the fuck ... Hey, dude, wake up! .. Hey, Really!

The old hippie man woke up from a nap, began to stretch and froze with his mouth half open.

- What it is!?

After passing a row of bushes, Karl stopped the car at the last sign threatening the intruders of the farm.

Huge flames pierced through the curtain of fog, the sounds of decaying wood echoing across the hollow.

- My house ... - Whispered Truth - My fucking house ... My barn, Karl! My greenhouse! .. There are also two centners of records ... Seven cabinets of antique books! .. Seventeen copies of the complete Kennedy case ... Seventy gallons of alien urine collected from all their sites in Arizona and Nevada ... Their mother!

Then, through the measured crackle of the fire, the roar of an explosion made its way, the right slope of the roof was blown to shreds. Karl threw himself to the ground and covered his head with his hands.

- Damn, Maine, what was that ...

- It was urine.

While Karl was shaking himself off, Truth began to choke, he felt sick.

“Karl… everything… ash.

- Dude, come on, quickly in the car.

- Fuck the car ... My house! They made it to my hideout!

- Old man, turn around, they are still here!

Truth turned around. Three pairs of headlights peeped out of the fog. Looks like they were taken by surprise.

Cj pulled out a pistol.

- Jump in the car, I'll cover.

The hippie jumped briskly into the passenger seat.

The headlights went off and the roar of engines was heard. The first lights flashed from the muzzles of machine guns.

- Drive-by! - shouted Cj. Shooting at random at the alleged windshields, he ran around the minivan, jumped into the driver's seat. Thanks to God that the engine was still running, Karl switched to first gear and squeezed the throttle.

The only dirt road leading from the farm to the highway was blocked, there was nothing to think about to break away from enemy cars in such a rattle. Cj drove the "mother ship" further into the darkness, after which a steep descent to the railway line began, and further, through the woods, the descent led to the coast and the highway leading to the fork.

Karl twisted the steering wheel and thought only about how the engine, gearbox, differential, tires and all other parts of the old car could withstand such a race.

True, he pondered that the bandits were not waiting for them, but were only going to rob and burn down the farm, and that he and Cj simply arrived at the wrong time.

Bullets pierced the cockpit and rear window a couple of times. The minivan rushed half a meter from the cliff above the entrance to the railway tunnel. Now they were in even greater danger of crashing into trees. Fortunately, the fog did not accumulate here, but went down to the coast and was thin enough. Karl alternately pressed the pedals, squeezed the accelerator in free areas and did not let go of the naughty steering wheel.

Images of Indian deities and all kinds of tinsel dangled desperately from side to side, flashing before my eyes. Truth tore them off the hook and turned to Cj.

- Give me a gun.

“Take it,” Karl answered shortly.

True, I thought a little and climbed over the back of the seat back, where machine guns and rifles lay under the tarpaulin.

- Uh ... Easy! Fuck…

The minivan swayed from side to side. The pursuers were approaching. Karl braced himself for being rammed from the side.

But then there was the rumble of a machine gun.

- Here's to you, bastards! .. - Pravd shouted through the broken window. Having exposed the PKK, he fired at the pursuers. They did not lag behind.

- Old man, they will kill you, lie down on the floor! - shouted Cj.

Truth crawled up to him and spoke excitedly.

- I laid one, two are coming after us ... I would still, but I do not know how to reload the store ...

- Don't be bored, now we'll come off.

They drove onto the highway. The tires howled as Karl pulled up to the curb and turned the minivan to the right. A bumper slammed behind them as they flew out onto the highway. Leveling up their cars, they started firing again.

Before the fork, Karl prepared for a deceptive maneuver: slowly turn towards San Fierro, but at the last moment turn towards the Angel Pine.

- Are you crazy ?! - shouted Truth right above his ear - All night we will flee away from them on rural roads?

- And what should I do, climb under the radar to the cops? Do you have a vaccination certificate?

- In San Fierro there is where to hide, moron ... Oh, Ahuramazda, help me! ..

- Damn you, old asshole!

Karl did not fit into the maneuver and lost control. The "mother ship" flew out onto the grass, and, despite Karl's desperate attempts to turn around, plowed the wet earth and flew into the abyss, where the black water splashed.

To be continued

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