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September - Week 4 Operation: Fuel Stop Pickup — Restock for Distribution [#16] Date: 23/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo A tip came in quick: a Huntley loaded with product was waiting at the fuel station by ALT — All Load Trucking’s base. I slid into the Sultan and rolled over like it was any other night run, eyes fixed on the lot. The Huntley sat quiet among daytime trucks, the kind of place where nothing looks out of place if you know what to look for. Keys were hidden where only people who know the game would think to check — tucked above a wheel well. I took them, slipped into the Huntley, and drove straight to our Whetstone junkyard. There we parked it in the back, away from prying eyes, and moved the shipment into our storage. Every crate sealed, every bag stacked — inventory restored and accounted for. I called the Vice Patrón and told him: the arsenal is full, the shelves are stocked, and distribution can begin. Dealers will be supplied, routes cleared, and Medellín’s presence on the streets will keep growing. Another clean pickup, another night where the city learned we never sleep. Operation: Monthly Collections — Whetstone Protection Rounds [#17] Date: 23/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo After finishing the delivery at our Whetstone junkyard, I swapped into something cleaner — my Comet roadster, a symbol that business has been good. The night was quiet, perfect for a round of collections. Protection isn’t just a word in our world — it’s a guarantee, and every business under Medellín’s wing knows the price of safety. First stop was the donut shop. The owner greeted me with a shaky smile, slipped the envelope across the counter, and didn’t ask questions. Next was Cluckin’ Bell, where the manager tried to look calm but couldn’t hide the relief when the payment changed hands. Last came Ammu-Nation — the clerk already had the package ready, stacked neatly, a sign of someone who knows how important it is not to keep us waiting. Smooth, clean, efficient — the system working exactly as it should. With the envelopes stacked on the seat beside me, I pointed the Comet back toward Las Venturas. Business is loyalty, but life needs balance. The casino lights called my name, and by the end of the night, the same money that bought protection was rolling across the tables. For Medellín, profit is everywhere — in the streets, in the businesses, and even in the gamble. The city pays, we collect, and the wheel keeps spinning. Operation: Bail Out — Rescue at LSPD [#18] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo@kikoz I was at the office, paperwork stacked and the laundering front running like always, when the phone cut through the calm: Kikoz had been picked up and was sitting in LSPD custody. He’s more than a member — he’s family. I didn’t waste time. I jumped in the car and drove flat out to the station. The deposit was posted without questions; Medellín pays for its own. Down in the holding cells it smelled of bleach and regret, but when I saw Kikoz behind the bars, his look said more than words ever could. We moved fast — a few signatures, a nod, and he walked out beside me. Back at the corp, the lobby’s quiet swallowed us for a moment. We talked, checked gear, and re-routed a few lines — business never stops, even when you pull a brother out of a cell. He’s back where he belongs: with Medellín, ready for the next job. Operation: Respect for the Fallen — Business with Aztecas [#19] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @WenDo@kikoz Not long ago we lost one of our own — Michael. His death cut deep through the Cartel, and today we made the time to honor him. We gathered at the graveyard, cleaned the stone, and stood in silence. Some prayed, others remembered the crimes we laughed through together, but all of us left our respect. Medellín doesn’t forget its own — loyalty lasts beyond the grave. From there, life pulled us back into the streets. We drove into Los Santos for a sit-down with one of our strongest customers, the Aztecas. The meeting took place in their strip club — smoke in the air, music in the background, and business on the table. The product moved, money promised, and ties reinforced. A day of mourning and of business. Michael may rest, but Medellín moves forward, stronger and louder, for those who can no longer stand beside us. Operation: Cartel Origins — From Desert Smugglers to City Kings [#20] Date: 25/09/2025 Participants: @Orten1@kikoz@SkulioN The Medellín Cartel began small, a handful of men moving cocaine hidden in the back of trucks across the deserts of San Andreas. The roads were long, the nights were cold, and every run meant the difference between life and death. What started as survival soon became business, and what was business quickly became power. With every delivery, connections grew. What once was desert smuggling expanded into the clubs of Los Santos, the bars of Las Venturas, and the backrooms of San Fierro. Business owners learned the rules fast — those who paid were protected, those who resisted vanished into silence. Fear built the foundation, loyalty raised the walls, and discipline held the roof. Money bought silence, bullets secured respect. From the dirt tracks of Bone County to the neon-lit strips of the cities, the Cartel spread like fire. Today, Medellín is no longer just a gang running shipments. It is a network, a family, and a shadow empire that rules the streets — feared by rivals, respected by allies, and remembered by every name that dared cross us.

September - Week 4 Knock off NRG-500 [#31] - Winner: @Strong - 22/09/2025 Fallout [#32] - Winner: @RiOO - 22/09/2025 Last Man Standing [#33] - Winner: @RiOO - 22/09/2025 Lucky Tube [#34] - Winner: @White - 22/09/2025 Hydra Shooter [#35] - Winner: @ademo - 22/09/2025 Rhino Shooter [#36] - Winner: @pawel09 - 22/09/2025 Airboxing [#37] - Winner: @Zekeriya - 22/09/2025 Maze Marathon [#38] - Winner: El_Bech - 22/09/2025 Druck Race [#39] - Winner: VoicelessCommando - 22/09/2025 LMS Face2Face [#40] - Winner: VoicelessCommando - 22/09/2025

September - Week 3 Operation: Docks Exchange — Cash & Cargo [#8] Date: 18/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz Night fell over the Ocean Docks and the city’s noise faded into waves and the hiss of distant cranes. I moved quiet — slipping to the back side of the loading area to collect the cocaine destined for the Medellín warehouse. No lights, no witnesses; that’s how we make business — clean and efficient. The shipment was secured and driven back to our warehouse where the exchange was to be completed. Crates unloaded, the product moved into storage — everything went to plan. Then came the final step: the pay-off. Under an abandoned warehouse miles from the city, I retrieved the duffel bag — heavy, double-zipped — and felt the weight of what was inside: $1,500,000 in cold bills, proof of another successful operation and payment for risk. We stored the cargo, counted the money, and closed the night knowing Medellín’s shelves and coffers were fuller for it. Business handled, loyalty confirmed — the streets remember who keeps supply steady. Operation: High-Stakes Export — Red Sultan Run [#9] Date: 18/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz Old ties pay off. I met with Mike — a veteran who’s owed Medellín more than a few favors — and he brought an offer too big to ignore: $15,000,000 for a top-tier shipment of cocaine and assorted goods. The buyer’s friends wanted discretion and speed; we gave them both. I rolled up in a decent-looking red Sultan, crates hidden inside like any respectable courier job. The city wasn’t kind that night — a police check post nearly clipped us on the way. Tires screamed and hearts raced, but we slipped past just in time and pushed straight toward the Ocean Docks. At a quiet, pre-planned spot I moved the cargo into our Yosemite to clear any glaring suspicion, then drove the load to the backside of the pier. No theatrics, only efficiency: we shoveled the goods onto the waiting boat, sealed the deal, and melted back into the city. The buyers left with high-quality product; Mike and I walked away with a life-changing payout. Another clean score for Medellín — risk met with reward, loyalty rewarded, business done. Operation: Half-Ton Exchange — Boat/Plane Run [#10] Date: 18/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@creptez Kikoz and I rolled out from M base before dawn, the city still breathing slow. Word had come in: a single buyer wanted half a ton — 500kg — of product and a package of goods, all to be moved off the books. We loaded the convoy and headed for our secondary warehouse; with that weight and that money on the line, mistakes weren’t an option. At the warehouse we moved fast. Crates were stacked into the car, seals checked, and every bag counted — the cargo was worth $1,500,000 and the air tasted like tension. Rumors had spread that the cops were breathing down Ocean Docks, watching the usual routes, so we scrapped the predictable plan and switched to a quieter drop. That change bought us time and kept the operation clean. The transfer went smooth: the 500kg were loaded onto the boat-plane, sealed for export, and pushed away from the pier before dawn swallowed the horizon. When the engines faded, Kikoz and I counted the cash — the payout was real, heavy, and life-changing. Another perfect run for Medellín: supplier to buyer, trust honored, business closed. Operation: Midnight Shamal — One Ton Run [#11] Date: 18/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@creptez The call came out of nowhere — an American number, short and to the point: one ton, shipped overnight. This wasn’t a regular job; this was the kind of run that changes ledgers and reputations. My friend briefed me in a whisper, the kind of whisper that makes you check the locks twice. I slipped a little bump of coke into my burrito — a bad habit, a good omen — and headed for Los Santos Airport. The Shamal sat waiting like a shark on the tarmac. Crates were rolled and strapped, the cargo hold packed tight until the metal smelled like powder and oil. My role was simple and absolute: get that plane to San Fierro, hand it off clean, and come back with proof of payment. Engines lit, the city fell away under the landing lights, and we flew into the dark with a single heavy parcel of Medellín’s product. We touched down in SF and waited, tense and quiet. When the men finally arrived they carried duffel bags like boulders — raw cash, $3,000,000 in green and rubber bands, two grand spent on bands alone. There was no counting; we weighed what they brought and trusted the scale and the handshake. The money was solid. The plane left lighter, our pockets heavier, and another risky night closed with everyone alive and paid. Medellín delivers — always. Operation: Expanding the Fleet — Bone County Shamal [#12] Date: 19/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@creptez The Medellín Cartel runs on loyalty, product, and presence — and presence means power. Even though we already had three Shamals spread across San Andreas, Bone County remained empty. That was a gap we couldn’t ignore. Carlson and I loaded raw cash into the trunk of my blue Buffalo — fifteen million, bundled and stacked. The ride into the desert was quiet, the kind of quiet where you feel the weight of what you’re carrying more than the road under the tires. When we reached Bone County, it was there waiting — painted in our color, already looking like it belonged to Medellín. The deal was clean. No drama, no gunfire, no wasted time. Fifteen million passed from our hands to theirs, and the aircraft was ours. We took the Shamal for a ride above the dunes, the desert shrinking beneath us as another chapter of the Cartel’s empire was written in steel and jet fuel. Medellín grows, one purchase at a time. Operation: Highway Job — Supply Robbery on LS–LV [#13] Date: 19/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@creptez I was lying low on the LS–LV highway, waiting on a pickup that promised decent cash for a small cargo of supplies. The desert night kept things quiet — the kind of silence that makes every footstep louder and every decision heavier. When the buyer arrived I moved in, emptied the vehicle, and secured the crates. The job was going clean. Then the man made a mistake. He tried to snatch my weapon. In that life, hesitation or weakness costs more than respect — it costs lives. I reacted without mercy. The confrontation ended quickly; the threat was removed and the cargo stayed with Medellín. We left the scene efficient and cold: supply taken, threat neutralized. Profit on the run: roughly $500,000. Another successful robbery for the books — no questions, no witnesses, only results. Operation: High-Rise Replica — Quick Sale in LV [#14] Date: 20/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@Karma I was hanging around one of the Medellín homes when I noticed the place — clean lines, the kind of brickwork only the rich get to enjoy. It was in a wealthy block of Las Venturas, and when my contact mentioned there was another house just like it, I couldn’t let the chance pass. Old friends make the best opportunities. I called in a friend — a fixer who moves property and people for a living — and he led me straight to the house. Brick for brick, it matched the one I’d seen. The owner turned out to be someone I knew from high school, a man who’d later worked in a shadowy “service” for an unknown American crew. He needed cash fast and the place was a gem. Ten million, raw and up-front, and the deal was ours if we acted clean. We walked the paperwork quietly. I pulled him into the bank, withdrew the black — stacked, wrapped, heavy — and loaded the cash into the Medellín Burrito. There were no lawyers, no long waits: a nod, a handshake, the transfer of keys. Business done, the house ours. Another asset secured, another piece of the city that now bears the Medellín mark. Operation: Blood Debt — The Fall of Michael [#15] Date: 20/09/2025 Participants: @kikoz@Karma@creptez The casino lights blurred easy money into a blur; laughter and slot clinks filled the night while Michael waited outside like he always did — patient, steady, my brother in every sense that mattered. We grew up together, ran with each other, bled with each other. After a night of gambling and cheap jokes, I went to sleep smiling. The next morning that smile died with the ring of an unknown number. On the other end was a voice speaking like a ransom note: twenty-five million for Michael’s life. My blood ran cold when they said his name. I raced to the location with the cash stacked and ready, heart pounding for the only man who had ever been family outside this Cartel. When the doors opened I stopped: the kidnappers were not strangers — they were former members of Medellín, expelled for corruption and betrayal. The men who once swore the same oaths were now asking my brother’s life for payback. I handed them the money because a man’s life is worth more than pride. They took the bills, and then the bullets. They killed Michael and turned their guns on me. I survived with anger burning like fire under my ribs. I wanted to burn the world down where they stood, but this life demands patience and calculation. That fury will be paid back in full, not in blind revenge, but in a ledger of suffering they will not escape. We buried Michael in the Medellín graveyard — quiet ground for a brother who deserved better. The hole they left is a map of what comes next. This is not an ending. It is the opening chapter of a long debt, and Medellín does not forget.

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