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Post by willc453 on Sept 6, 2020 21:45:44 GMT -6
Remember what Ben did to a lot of politicians in his early years? No doubt if this thing (solar flare/galactic dust cloud) did happen and Ben did what he did, things would DRASTICALLY change WORLD WIDE. And so it is with this guy, BUT with a twist which I'm working on right now. It's not even half a page, so it's going to be awhile, while also working on Thor's latest chapter and the start of his problems. Also thought of a twist on Ben helping Mothers people find one of their lost colonies.
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Post by willc453 on Nov 10, 2020 21:02:44 GMT -6
The Affected: I Love The Nightlife Chapter 8
Now one of the things I needed was a place of my own here in San Francisco, so once again I'm looking for just the right place. This took me a little over two weeks, but then I was also busy doing other things like being a SJW (social justice warrior). As to checking out various condos, I was dressed to the nines and at the end of looking at several places, had “dinner” from each female realtor. With knowledge from Big Tuna and The Bear, they would take turns driving me around town to see where the Mafia was having trouble with various gangs during the rest of the day, early evening. All of this went into my notebook, where I created a list of which ones were causing the most trouble money wise. Thing is, I still needed my sleep during the day so more than once I'd wake up late at night, which made me a little cranky as I'd only have five, maybe six hours before the sun rose. I decided I needed two good men, so had them introduce me to their boss which was in the port area of Oakland. He made the mistake of calling me a fop, but when I was done with him blood wise, he was quite agreeable to have Big Tuna and The Bear under my command. Good, because now I had transportation any time, anywhere.....and NO questions from them. I didn't want either to be driving my limo because after all, I do have standards for beauty for one thing and they were never going to make it that way. Besides, with them being available any time, they could continue making a living. They also understood they now worked for me, even though they reported to that guy in Oakland's port who would now be reporting to me. I gave them five thousand each, telling them they were now my lieutenants and though my gang was small, there was room for aggressive expansion. They liked that idea and of course, their bonus money. So much for Mafia family loyalty.
I figured let's start small gang wise, but also let's be efficient about it. There was the North Side Oakland Hoods aka North Pole aka Ice City in areas like Gaskill and Bushrod/Shaltuck and South Berkeley even though south Berkeley isn't part of the city. With West Oakland being the most reputable with gangs in areas of Cypress Village, the Acorn Projects, Ghost Town, Dog Town and the Lower Bottoms. Then there were the East Oakland gangs would be in areas known as the old Funk Town, the Murder Dubbs/Twomps, Dirty 30's, High Street, the 50's and Sem City, while the deep east Oakland part would be from the Rollin' 100's, Brookfield to the 70's and Shady 80's. Why that area? Because of the number of homeless. Figured while I was in that area, may as well kill two birds with one stone. After all, I wanted to be an EFFICIENT social justice warrior and of course in the end, make a lot of untaxed dollars. Now there's two kinds of gangbangers....those during the day and those at night. The day ones did the drug dealing mainly, while the night ones went for breaking into cars, grabbing what they could from some closed business and of course, robbery being done on both shifts. Nobody really seemed to work a graveyard kind of shift, you know, after midnight. This was fine with me as it gave me time to deal with the homeless.
Now considering the amount of territory and three different groups of people I had to deal with, I ended up using the bus system, with me buying a monthly pass as it was cheaper this way. And shame on you, San Franciscans for having so many racists. Oops, I forgot.......only white people are racists and all other colors are suppressed minorities but then, I never considered myself a liberal in any way, shape or form. And in case you didn't know, there were NO white gang run areas. So I decided to deal with what was called the Bay Sho Mob gang, which was black. My idea was to bring peace and harmony among the races one by one, while also bringing them into the Mafia fold, which would eventually having all those heads of different families becoming MY family. Now with The Bear and Big Tuna filling me in on the various gangs, I spent a few nights and some days observing what was happening in that neighborhood. Now the thing is, there were good people living in that neighborhood, but they too lived in fear of those people. Drugs, pimping, prostitution, car jackings.....well, it was basically a list of things one should NOT be doing in order to promote peace, harmony and blatantly improving ones self over the needs of others.
There were the really really nice ones, nice ones, not too bad, not really good, kind of bad, really bad and it's more like a war zone bad. With the last one being where cops don't go unless there's A MINIMUM of two or more cop cars with two cops per car, responding to a call. Murders, rapes, drive by shootings, etc. were an every day occurrence. Now I got off the bus in the really bad neighborhood with the idea of working my way to it's a war zone bad. And if you're wondering, I started categorizing what would soon be MY neighborhoods. Along with the gangs, there were the homeless to also deal with in these neighborhoods. Man, my SJW plate was going to be FULL for awhile. But things changed rather quickly. Now I'm dressed in my regular dark clothing and because it was turning dark, apparently white people should NOT be causally walking down the sidewalk in this neighborhood. I knew something was up when I saw some people who were standing outside of their homes, enjoying the cooling weather after the heat during the day, go inside their homes. Why? Because here comes six black guys headed towards me, so I stopped where I was and frankly, ANTICIPATING what was to come next. What I THOUGHT was going to occur didn't.....at least in the beginning.
Remember how I see and hear more things than you mortal, walking blood sacks can? From around a corner down the street, came a car which normally would be no big thing, I HEARD the engine increase in rpm's, followed by me seeing three individuals in the car lifting pistols of some kind. Obviously, some sort of drive by turf war shooting was going to happen with no doubt, those six oblivious to the forthcoming danger and deaths. I looked at those six and pretended to have just saw them, then started backing up with them grinning and smiling even more. One of them, which I found out later, was their leader, though not their gang leader. Says, hey bro, where you goin', you lost, maybe we can help you. The others thought this was quite comical, with one of them saying oh yes, we will help you. Then I was where I wanted to be.....just past as telephone pole with a busted street lamp on the top of it, with them blissfully still unaware of their surroundings or what was really facing them. I suddenly jumped into the air and onto the telephone pole when the other gang got within fifty feet, with those six saying where did he go, where did he go and them looking around in complete confusion for the next few seconds. That's when the other gang started firing....blindly basically, but they did hit three of my future employees. Of course, those six scattered for cover while drawing their own pistols, obvious even to me they had not gone thru and filing all the legal paperwork and background checks that the state of California and federal government requires for gun ownership.
From the top of the telephone pole, it was no trouble to leap upon the now speeding cars roof, with the passengers having poorly discharged their weapons to their soon to be ex-enemies. They actually had THE NERVE to start boasting how bad they were, had popped caps on them, etc., etc. They were so stupid they hadn't even reloaded?! With me seeing their heat signatures and hearing their hearts going thumpthumpthump, etc., it was no problem for me to hold onto the roof while reaching below me to suddenly yank the driver out of his seat. I mean, who the hell drives without a seat belt now days? He smashed headfirst into the driver side of some parked car and with no driver, their vehicle suddenly swerves to rear end another vehicle parked on their side of the street, with me safely jumping onto someones lawn before the collision occurred. The front air bags had deployed, but with my fingernails, it was trouble slicing it, with me then going to those people still inside, snapping their necks. Now as to my soon to be members of my family, three were shot and headed for one of their homes. Three didn't make it because I snapped their necks. I mean, hospitals are EXPENSIVE and no doubt asking awkward questions about said gun shot wounds. Better to start anew with a better caliber of people. Start with quality and it will last longer. A quick squeeze on their neck arteries and they were unconscious, with me quickly grabbing them one by one, then jumping on a nearby roof top. While they were unconscious, I was watching the street and seeing how the neighborhood would react.
I am happy to report that due to the slow police response, I was able to question my three future employees without any interruption, with them going by the gang names of Big Menace, Little Menace, Smoke and no, Big and Little were not related. Upon becoming conscious, they were confused naturally, wanting to know what had happened, how did the three of them get on this roof top, along with what happened to their former companions. That's when I gave a slight cough, saying good evening gentlemen at which time they all spun around to look at me, rising to their feet. Of course, they went looking for their guns, which they no longer had because after getting them to the roof, I used one of their former companions t-shirt to wipe all prints from their guns, leaving them in the hands of their former companions. However they did believe in knives, which I had allowed them to keep to basically separate the wheat from the chaff if you will. Smoke became chaff as he first said I was that sheet (meaning white) they'd seen on the street a few minutes ago. Upon realizing I had something to do with their latest predicament, he stupidly thought he could simply rush and stab me. My fingernails across his throat quickly dissuaded the other two from following his example and quickly dropped their knives. They then quickly relieved their former companion of anything of value, at which time I had them sit on their butts, saying gentlemen, this territory was FORMERLY your gangs, but it is coming under, let's say, new management. At which time I pointed at my chest. I said no doubt you disbelieve what I'm saying, but if you look over the to the other side of the street, you will see two of your former competitors in their vehicle and QUITE dead. And if you look to the street, you'll see their former driver and please notice the dent his head made when he struck the cars door. Yes, I did this and all by myself. Now what I need to do is separate the wheat from the chaff and unfortunately your former companion proved to be chaff. Now, would you like to be wheat or chaff? Oh they most DEFINETLY wanted to be wheat. So we started talking on how their gang worked, along with learning Smokes name. I said gentlemen, the police will be arriving here within three, maybe four minutes, so it may be a good idea to vacate these premises. They once again agreed most hardheartedly. They were quite shocked when I grabbed both of them by the scruffs of their necks, then started running to the edge of the roof, then leaping from roof top to roof top until we were several blocks away.
Oh, they KNEW they were NOT dealing with an ordinary man and now quite agreeable to having an early breakfast with me at a Denny's. However, I had to call for a cab and during our wait, we discussed my plans and what I expected of and from them. Frankly, during our discussion on the street, then at Denny's, I realized they were a little p*ss ant gang with no real future of becoming something major. However from acorns, giant oak trees grow such as learning to call me sir whenever any of their gang spoke to me. After their meals were over with, they agreed to bring the gangs leader to a certain place, at a certain time two days hence. The leader was known as Dreads, apparently due to him wearing dreadlocks, a hair style that I always found strange and funny. I mean, I remember seeing that movie 10 with Bo Derek and this was in her prime. But when she started running down that beach with her hair in dreadlocks, it was a bizarre sight to see. Always reminded me of someone putting on one of those heavy janitorial mops on her head, but dyed blonde. Once those two left, I went to the meeting place I said we'd meet at.....at night of course. Nice deserted building of some kind and just the place screams wouldn't be heard and if they were, no doubt they'd be ignored at best. Then it was time to clean up the bay area of the homeless once again. Thirty-eight alcoholics went to Jesus that night and morning. I WAS going to deal with the addicts in the same manner, but then realized I'd be eliminating my future customers. NOT good business sense.
Well, then it was time to feed so I took a cab to Berkeley college as I knew it had to have housing and sororities for its students....especially FEMALE students. Such a LARGE and varied menu to chose from. In twenty minutes, found three of them who THOUGHT they'd be safe as a group, but being slightly drunk does NOT help in herd protection. I took the first one, leaving her unconscious in a tree. The other two didn't realize the first one was missing for several minutes, going back to look for her, thinking she'd passed out. Not that she had. Then number two was grabbed as they walked under a tall tree. Did this so quick, it took another minute or two for number three to realize she was now alone. Like a sheep which has left the safety of the herd, she started bleating out hello, hello, this isn't funny at all, while saying her two friends names. Then she realized it would be a good time to leave NOW and seek safety in a building or security guard. When she turned to run, I was ready for her with open arms. After finishing her, back into the trees to retrieve her companions, putting them next to girl number three and fed. Feeling pretty good, but because I was hungry, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should of. Next thing I know is being hit with the lights from two flashlights, being used by the campus security guys.
Now I still had some blood on my lips and one of the guards said call it in, we've just stumbled onto a murderer?! Well, thought of just taking off which would have been no trouble, but figured why not add confusion to my meal? I was on those two before they could react, including making any type of call to their dispatcher or police. Now I thought of having a snack if you will, but then there would be questions on why FIVE people had marks on their necks. However, how about a more simple explanation for the girls having them? So girl number one had her blouse opened and bra pushed upwards, exposing her breasts, followed by pulling down her pants and panties. As to security guard number one, had his head turned so girl number one had her crotch (shaved if you wanted to know) on his head like he'd doing oral on her. His pants and underwear went to his ankles, with girl number two having her blouse opened and bra pushed up, but her head was now resting on the security guards crotch area. I made sure both of his hands were resting in her hair. Security guard number two had his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles with girl number three having her blouse and bra removed. Skirt shoved way above her waist, with her laying face down. Then I planted security guard number two on top of her like they'd been doing it doggy style, with one hand underneath her, hold a breast, while the other was around her waist, but tucked between her legs.
Then I thought....oh yes, a most EXCELLENT idea as Bill and Ted would say. With my phone and theirs, I took photos of the five of them, moving them so they'd be in different sexual positions. This took at least twenty minutes and would of tried other positions including female on female and male on male, but someone from security was calling on their radio, requesting a radio check. So, after putting everyone back in their original positions, I jumped into a tree about thirty feet away because I wanted a GOOD view of the calamity that I hoped would occur. And it certainly did, with the new on scene security guards calling for the cops and waking up everyone. Naturally, after a bit, the girls started screaming RAPE repeatedly. This brought out others from a nearby dorm and they started taking photos. Those two security guards were put in handcuffs, with the girls going in other cars to make statements. But it gets better. When I got back to my room, got on my laptop and posted all the photos I'd taken with the caption of sluts of UCLA. Now if you're wondering, all charges were dropped against those two security guards once photos of them and the girls were found on ALL their phones. The girls didn't remember anything other than they were on their way to their rooms, then nothing until they were awaken by those new security guards. As to the original two guards, all they could say was they'd seen the three girls and some guy with blood on his mouth.....and who's going to believe such a story?
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Post by willc453 on Apr 9, 2022 23:13:28 GMT -6
The Affected: I Love The Night Life chapter 9
When I returned to my hotel room, went to bed for some much needed sleep. I'd only been asleep for a few hours when a thought occurred to me that there were two forms of money: legal and illegal. My god, just how much money would I be missing with me only going for illegal money? I'd also be needing different legal advice also, such as a tax consultant familiar with the tax laws of California vs those in Nevada, along with someone familiar with FEDERAL tax laws. I remember how Elliot Ness put Al Capone in prison because he had a lot of money, but no way of explaining how he had gotten it. And the feds do have the patience, manpower and money to investigate someone for possibly YEARS before springing their tax evasion charges on someone. I also thought that fear and money shouldn't be the only two incentives for being one of my employees. Once I started organizing the various gangs into one cohesive, money making group, why not have an employee of the month program? Or better yet, two? The winner would get the employee of the month award, while the runner up would get something, but not as nice. For example, no doubt NONE of those I've met so far have ever taken a vacation to Disneyworld or a foreign country such as France. This way they would understand that I as their employer, not only appreciated their work ethic, but would reward them for it. Yes, it costs money to make money, but then you're making much more money in doing so. There's that old saying of no rest for the wicked and I certainly don't see myself as wicked in any way, shape or form. Is a wolf wicked for preying on a sheep or the coyote which takes the small, family dog to dine on? Of course not. So I shouldn't be judged that way either. So out comes another notebook, with me making a list of the various types of lawyers, along with seeing how long they've been in business. Having done some research for about an hour, went back to bed for much needed sleep.
When I woke up, I was hungry as normal. A couple of glasses of steak tartar that had been put thru a blender via the downstairs restaurant was my equivalent of a glass of orange juice. Now off to find something to dine on and this was when I decided to check out movie theaters, a place I hadn't tried before. Paid for the ticket, though I don't remember what movie was playing, nor did I have any interest in any of them. Now the best feeding ground for this kind of place is ALWAYS in the back and with the movie volume being high as it normally is, slim or no chance of anyone hearing a woman moan while I “trifled” with her. First one I took was actually a cougar in what we used to call the nose bleed section. She was accompanied by much younger man, but what added to my pleasure was she was not only a San Francisco police captains wife, but the younger man was also a cop who worked in her husbands office! As I've said before, I prefer women, but this was an opportunity to better improve the relationships between the general public and law enforcement. This would also give me better access in knowing how various law enforcement investigations were going locally, state. nationally and federal wise. Once I'd taken some blood from him, he was now under my control with the cougar looking utterly terrified, but sexually aroused as I took him blood wise. As for her, took her on movie theaters floor, no doubt staining her dress with whatever popcorn, soda pop, etc. that had fallen there earlier. As far as her panties went, the younger man had already gotten them down past her knees. Now I didn't want to have a bunch of unconscious people in that area, so I had them leave with instructions from me that their affair was over. For the last thing I wanted was the cougars husband to find out about her infidelity and the young man to either be reassigned somewhere else or possibly even be terminated on some trumped up charge. Just to doing my best to preserve the sanctity of marriage you understand. I then found three young ladies which smelled quite nice. No problem putting their boyfriends to sleep, with one girl at a time leading me to the area of the theater where the cougar and her former young lover had been occupying. After which, I'd have each girl return to her seat, with all parties forgetting anything unusual had happened. Fortunately, my dining experience didn't take too long and I left before the movie ended. Now no doubt you're thinking or saying something along the lines of “what about the other couples in the nose bleed section”? No doubt most of them thought we were using the theater as a VERY cheap motel room. As to the few others who kept looking, they were told by me NOT to keep looking....or else. With them suddenly deciding what they saw couldn't be true and it was in their best interest to leave the theater post haste.
Now I had started cleaning up my future neighborhood of riff raff of competitors, figured I may as well get started on the adjoining neighborhood to save time. Thing is, the remaining homeless from my first neighborhood had simply drifted into the second and this was intolerable, so they had to go. I got rid of the alcoholics because those that smoked crack would be future paying customers and there was basically no money to be made by alcoholics. Called Big Tuna and The Bear to pick me up, while bringing a gallon of gas, which they did. I got dropped off about one half of a mile where these retches merely existed, then proceeded to cull the herd so to speak, followed by a devastating fire upon their various living quarters if you want to call them that. Now I hadn't eliminated all of those who had simply moved from that one part of the city to the other as I wanted word to spread around that San Francisco was no longer a safe place for the alcoholic and drug using homeless. Then I had my men take me thru the streets of the second neighborhood so I'd become familiar with it. Which got me to thinking about real estate. Now one thing that's not being made any more is land and land in this city is quite valuable, though more valuable in some areas than others. It was this time of being driven around that I realized I could be making a mistake in keeping the various gangs as individual gangs. Better yet, wipe the slate clean of ALL the gangs nicknames and come up with a new one. Not only that, have a standard of dress and maybe new gang signs so they could recognize each other? Much like the military does things.
Now in the Mission District, there were two gangs, the Nortenos and Surenos, both Hispanic. Now the problem with being the leader of gangs, even the Mafia and Yakuza, they get stuck in the habit of doing the same thing over and over, the same way. This was when I decided there needed to be new leadership with both gangs. Now in the order of rank and leadership, there was Bullet, Minor and Oso of the Nortenos. As for the Surenos, there was Mr. Scrappy, Demon and Spider. Now nothing gets someones attention from both gangs by leaving a total of six heads on the doorsteps of each gang leader and his two lieutenants. Now it wasn't just guys heads I left on their doorsteps, but also those of their girlfriends. Figured, quite rightly, that the girls and women in these two gangs would go bat shit crazy upon hearing what happened to those three women. Which meant they would REALLY be ragging on their men. A note was left on the head left on the leaders doorstep, stating it was coming under new management and to meet at such and such a place, on a specific date and time. As to the headless bodies, they got chucked into the ocean from one of Oakland's piers with heavy chain wrapped around the bodies. Figured fish and crabs gotta eat too, with Big Tuna and The Bear dealing with that matter. It's such a shame that people fail to understand consequences of their actions. On the evening of my meeting with my future employees, I was already in the rafters by several hours and with it being dark, not only outside, but inside of that building, it was no problem for being there undetected. First off, power had been shut off, followed by all the electrical wiring being stolen and sold for scrap. Now the leader of this “gang” went by the name of Dreads because of hair style and he had SOME imagination by having some of his people watching show up a little early to watch the place, not that it did him or them any good. Naturally, being a “leader type”, Dreads had sent three of his people into the building first to check things out, which included his 2nd in command, a piece of work going by the nickname of 4 Stroke. Now one way to promote harmony within a gang is to promote some people, while demoting others. In this case, 4 Stroke became a believer in being promoted vs being demoted as in becoming the new gang leader instead of someone else. Especially when you hear your two gang members scream in utter and total terror, followed by their bodies being dropped by me from one of the darkened rafters. Oh, he TRIED running to the exit but to no avail, with us having a one sided “chat”. Ever hear people having the fear of God put into them? In this case, it was the fear of me, so when Dreads showed up with a little over 2 dozen guys, 4 Stroke was there to greet them, telling him everything was cool as there was only 1 guy they were going to meet. As to the other 2 guys he had been with, they never got mentioned.
When they entered the building, there was just me waiting for them and of course, I was some fancy dressed gringo. They were NOT impressed and started talking to each other in Spanish. I said let's begin how there's going to be a New World Order in criminal activity in the neighborhood. You WILL be more efficient in it, which will not only increase your income, but mine. They all laughed at me saying this....except for 4 Stroke, but then he'd already seen me in action and knew what was coming next, with him being happy in being the new gang leader. Dreads asks if I'm the one behind killing his troops and I said yes.....and by the way, their bodies are now feeding the fish and crabs in the bay. Their being shocked was an understatement, with Dreads telling everyone to kill me. Now. Suddenly, the gang is pulling out all sorts of weapons designed for lethal mayhem, all pointed at me. But things changed when Dreads suddenly found himself in my grasp, his head turned to one side with him crying out DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT. I told everyone that they had come under new management and the consequences of not coming under new management would be....severe. That's when 4 Stroke started telling everyone in English that I was a vampire and that HE was going to be the new gang leader. This didn't go over well with his gang buddies and many laughed at the idea of a vampire actually existing. Others? It's strange how some people think they can do whatever they want, pull out a cross, ask for forgiveness and everything's then hunky dory? I then smiled, with more than one gang member saying my teeth had to be fake, but others? They pulled out crosses as if that'd do them any good. I then used a couple of my nails to slit the throat, flesh and veins of Dreads neck, with suddenly pulling his head back to a 45 degree angle and blood spraying over more than one gang member. Yeah, THAT got a reaction with them suddenly realizing they were NOT dealing with your common gringo. Probably it was my toothy grin that gave them that clue before Dreads sudden and bloody demise along with 4 Stroke's sudden promotion.
It didn't take long to render those people unconscious and what helped was they were ALL trying to leave by ONE door? Dread never thought of seeing how many entrances or exists there were in this building before hand. Not that it would of helped his future. When they did wake up, one by one, they found me sitting in a chair with 4 Stroke standing next to me, telling them what I was and that he was my second in command and that if they gave him any future hassle about obeying orders, he simply pointed at me. They understood, though I knew some of them were thinking of vampire films and more than one pulled out their crosses, saying stay back spawn of Satan. Didn't bother me at all to walk up to one of them and crushed his cheap, metallic cross. Now if you think I'm totally invulnerable, I'm not. F*ck you if you think I'm going to tell you and believe me, there's been a few attempts on my life since all of this started. Now 4 Stroke had disarmed everyone of everything of value and first thing was to standardize their weapons when it came to guns. Thru my Mafia connections, they and other gangs were issued either Glock or Rock Island 9mm's with lots of ammo and spare magazines. Then of course, there were the automatic weapons for those who did well when it came to shooting. Of course, I rented buses to take small groups of them far, far away from town for target practice where I sorted the wheat from the chaff so to speak. I was looking at having soldiers, enforcers, car jackers, mechanics, pimps, etc. in my new business with each category paying differently due to their value to me and the rest of the gang. Thing is, they now had a minimum income coming to them each week.
Now some of my people didn't like their new jobs and I did listen to their complaints and some of them got new ones, which always paid more. But once my mind was made up that that person was NOT going to change their new career field, a few....lesson were given and everyone quickly understood when I said no, it meant no. Bit by bit, we took over chop shops where stolen vehicles were given new vin numbers, etc. and still sold at a profit. The gang got purer drugs, with an increase in price naturally. As to hookers, many came off the street and started working gang owned houses, with the guys getting pussy for free once a month. Of course, made sure these women were disease free and not using any hard drugs like heroin while coke and grass were okay though, but in moderation. I even employed some of the homeless as lookouts for possible gang members wanting to take my turf and of course, the cops, including the feds. Other homeless were actually accountants and nurses for example, but due to rent increases, they were living in their cars. They were not given an opportunity to turn down my......invitation. The nurses could give basic health care such as taking care of minor bullet or knife wounds for example and yes, they had their own apartments to live in now. This occurred after I paid a visit to more than one landlord/owner. Now all of this didn't happen overnight and it took awhile, but bit by bit, the homeless disappeared, abandoned warehouses got bought and renovated thru the Mafia's construction contracts which were VERY reasonable. With all this going on, I knew I'd need lawyers and boy, talk about a scummy lot. But they took turns being on call when one of my troops got busted and needed bail money.
Each gang also had its own....”recreation center” and once a month, they'd be issued either cocaine or grass for free, which they could use, trade or sell. Their girlfriends liked them because I had a free bar, not that anyone got outrageous in getting drunk and starting a fight with someone due to the heavy penalty that some occurred and that I personally dealt with, with everyone being required to being there when this went down. Those that did an outstanding job were recognized by me during the gang meeting, but also given cash, along with choosing a trip to different places and I'm not talking just about Disneyland or Disneyworld, but Paris, New York City and London for examples. They and their girlfriend both got brand new wardrobes, which meant NICE clothes such as a suit, tie, etc. which was a first for many of them. You'd be surprised how differently people treat you when you're dressed to the nines vs jeans and a t-shirt. And they TALKED about what it was like during their vacation, which made the others to work harder so they too could go on one of these trips. And I had them go to a standard form of dressing....black tennis shoes, socks, pants and t-shirts, with an option of wearing several different kinds of black hats such as baseball, bowler and cowboy hats. It just depended on the gang members deciding for themselves what to wear and of course, where they operated. And this was for EVERYONE. Now I told you about that captains wife and her former lover and found out I needed better intelligence, so started.....“recruiting” women who worked in police stations along with actual women cops. Got notified more than once when there would be a raid on one of my or the Mafia's places. I learned a lot in gaining control over San Francisco, some of which I used in Los Angeles for example. ------- Yeah, I know it's been awhile and no, don't know when the next chapter will be posted. Got enough for Thor chapters 63 & 64, so will soon start on 65.
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