A GTA Story: Welcome to G-block!!!

After wrapping things up at the park, Victor called out to Leon, who was watching the basketball game. 

"Come on," he said. "We're heading to the garage."

Leon raised an eyebrow but didn't argue, hopping into the passenger seat. The truck rumbled to life, the faint jingles of the ice cream tune still faintly playing as Victor drove them to one of the public garages scattered around District 10.

When they arrived, Victor parked the truck in an empty spot and climbed out. As soon as they got out, the truck disappeared. However, the two of them didn't react as if it was a common occurrence. Then, Leon followed, watching his brother walk toward another empty parking spot with a yellowish magic circle etched into the concrete floor. The circle glowed faintly, intricate runes humming with a soft, otherworldly energy. Victor stepped into the circle, and before Leon could even blink, a black Honda Accord materialized in its place, with Victor sitting comfortably in the driver's seat.

Leon barely reacted, leaning casually against a nearby wall. This was just another day in District 10, a city where magic was woven into the fabric of everyday life. Summoning vehicles, players reviving after death, holographic screens that act as personal panels, and even personal inventories that can hold up to 100 kg of weight—this was all standard in this world ruled by the angels. Leon, like everyone else born into this reality, took it as the norm.

The Honda Accord was sleek, painted in an elegant obsidian black that reflected the fluorescent lights of the garage. Its tinted windows gave it a touch of mystery, while the low hum of the engine as Victor started it hinted at some serious under-the-hood modifications. The car's rims were polished chrome, and the interior was just as sharp—black leather seats with red stitching, a digital dashboard glowing with all kinds of stats, and a faint scent of new car leather wafting out.

Victor leaned out the window, smirking. "Get in."

Leon chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over. He opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He then settled into the seat, shutting the door with a soft thud as Victor started the car. The low hum of the engine filled the space before Victor spoke.

"We're going to the bank," Victor said casually, shifting the car into reverse and backing out of the garage.

Leon glanced at him, curious. "Why the bank? I thought most people here kept their cash hidden in their pockets, at least that's what we used to do back then."

Victor smirked, his hands gripping the wheel as he navigated onto the main road. "Most people are sloppy and I learned that the hard way. If you don't deposit your money somewhere legit, it piles up, and you run the risk of someone getting greedy. But here's the thing—I can't just randomly throw it into my account. If I try to deposit everything I've earned from my other business in one go, law enforcement is gonna get curious."

"So, what's the workaround?" Leon asked, genuinely intrigued.

"I do it in chunks, spread out over time," Victor explained. "And I keep it in cash. If transactions happen online, they get flagged and investigated. Plug owners only deal in cash for a reason—we keep law enforcement out of our business. It's cleaner this way."

Leon nodded, leaning back in his seat. "Makes sense. So, what's this 'other business' you've been running? You've told me something about a product, but what is it exactly?"

Victor grinned, his eyes briefly darting to Leon before returning to the road. "Let's just say I've been moving product. Guns, specifically. And not just any guns—high-end ones. I've been doing it for a year now, and it's been profitable."

"How much?" Leon pressed, raising an eyebrow.

Victor chuckled at the question as he responded. "I've made over $34 million in the past year."

Leon's eyes widened. "$34 million? From selling guns?"

"Yep," Victor replied, his tone nonchalant. "And that's just me. Kane's pulled in nearly the same, maybe a little less. The demand here is crazy. People burn through guns faster than you'd think. The durability drops every time you fire five bullets. One percent down for every five rounds. Fire 500 bullets and the gun's done for. People are reckless, always shooting, whether it's at the range or in the streets. Everyone needs a new one almost every month."

Leon shook his head, impressed. "Damn, no wonder you're keeping this low-key. I imagine you've got a solid network to move that kind of volume."

Victor nodded. "I've got a good team. Gustavo Gonzalez and Jason Jones handle most of the client-facing work. They're the ones meeting with buyers, making deliveries, and keeping everything running smoothly. Kane and I stay behind the scenes. We don't want too many people knowing we're the plugs. Keeps things safer that way."

Leon tilted his head. "Gustavo and Jason, huh? Sounds like you've got it all figured out. What about anyone else? Any other team members I should know about?"

Victor's expression darkened slightly as he gripped the steering wheel. "There was another one. He was good—real good—but we haven't heard from him in a while. No clue what happened to him."

The car fell into a brief silence as they cruised down the city streets, the glow of neon signs reflecting off the Honda's windows. Victor reached into the air as a holographic panel appeared in front of him. It was his inventory or his pockets as the residents of District 10 call it. Then, Victor pulled out a heavy black bag out of his pockets and placed it on Leon's lap.

"What's this?" Leon asked, unzipping the bag.

Inside, he found ten pristine Pistol .50 handguns, each one gleaming as if fresh from the factory. Leon picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

"These are for you," Victor said.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to sell these?"

"Keep one for yourself," Victor said with a smirk. "Sell the rest. Each of them goes for $200,000. You'll get the hang of it."

Leon let out a low whistle, examining the pistol. "You've really been busy, haven't you?"

"You don't even know the half of it," Victor replied with a grin, pulling into the parking lot of a small, unassuming bank.

As they parked, Victor turned off the car and leaned back in his seat, glancing at Leon. "Listen, this isn't just about making money. It's about building something that lasts. Me, Kane, Gustavo, Jason—we've all got our roles, and now you're part of it too. We're building an empire, and it's only going to get bigger."

Leon smirked, his confidence returning as he zipped up the bag. "An empire, huh? I like the sound of that."

Victor chuckled, stepping out of the car. "Good. Now let me handle this deposit while Kane's on his way. I gave him the location earlier."

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As Leon leaned against the Honda, watching the occasional passerby and the bustling life of the city while waiting for Victor to come out of the bank, a figure caught his attention in the distance. His gaze sharpened as the person came closer, their build sparking a flicker of recognition.

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning as the figure neared. "Kane?" he called out, a broad grin spreading across his face as he straightened up.

It was his second brother, Kane Suno, striding toward him with an easy, confident air. Leon wasted no time closing the distance between them, throwing his arms around Kane in an enthusiastic hug.

"Man, what's wrong with you?" Leon asked, his tone shifting to mock annoyance as he pulled back. "I called you three times yesterday! I almost thought you blocked me, bro."

Kane chuckled, his laid-back demeanor unshaken. "My bad, bro. You know how it is—been busy handling things."

Before Leon could respond, his eyes drifted to the man standing beside Kane. Unlike Kane's familiar presence, he didn't know who it was. Yet, Leon's welcoming nature shone through as he extended his hand with the same enthusiasm.

The man had a lean, athletic build, the result of rigorous physical training, emphasizing both strength and agility. His closely shaved hair and sharp facial features gave him a no-nonsense look, while his dark, intense eyes suggested that he was ready to crash out at any moment. However, from his demeanor, Leon could tell the guy didn't take himself too seriously, something all three brothers (Leon, Victor, and Kane) had in common.

"And who's this?" Leon asked, dapping the stranger up with the same energy he gave Kane. If the latter brought the guy around, that only meant he was one of the two people Victor told him about earlier.

Kane gestured toward the man with a nod. "This is Jason Jones. But everyone calls him Perro."

"Perro? Victor told me about you. He said you were a D1 crashout or something like that," Leon said, tilting his head curiously.

Hearing Leon's words, Jason grinned and shook his head. "I ain't no crash dummy, man. Y'all ruining my reputation," he joked, looking at Kane, who simply shrugged. That made Leon laugh, finding the little interaction amusing.

"Well, good to meet you, Perro," Leon said, still laughing, lightly slapping Perro on the back. "Any friend of Kane's is a friend of mine."

Following the greeting, the three of them chatted for a few minutes, the conversation flowing effortlessly as Leon and Jason exchanged lighthearted banter. It didn't take long for Leon's easy-going nature to make Jason feel like they'd known each other for years.

Moments later, Victor exited the bank, a focused expression on his face. He stopped short when he saw the trio standing near his car. "Well, look at this—family reunion?" he teased, his tone carrying its usual playful edge.

"Something like that," Leon replied, grinning. "So, what's next? What's the plan?"

Victor stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged nonchalantly. "That depends. What do you want to do, Leon?"

Leon sighed. "I need to find a place to live. I booked a room in the city's hotel yesterday. It's nice, but I don't think I can stay there much longer."

"Yeah, I figured," Victor said. "Kane and I bought houses next to each other, but our community's full. If you want to live near us, you'll have to wait for someone to sell. It's doable, but it'll take time."

Leon groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Type sh*t. Guess I'll just look for a place close to you guys."

Then, he turned to Jason before asking, "What about you, Perro? You live in the same community as these two?"

Hearing the question, Jason burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Nah, never. These guys live a luxurious life. I don't have the funds to keep up with them," he said, making the group erupt into laughter.

After deciding on their itinerary for house hunting, Victor tossed Leon the car keys with a smirk. "Alright, Mr. Homeless. You drive. Let's find you a house."

Leon caught the keys with a practiced motion, grinning at his brother. "It's been a long time since I drove, I ain't gonna lie," he said, casually opening the car door.

"Just don't scratch it," Victor warned, though his tone was lighthearted.

The four of them climbed into the Honda, Jason taking the back seat while Kane slid in beside him. Leon adjusted the seat and mirrors, revving the engine with a satisfied smirk. "Alright, gentlemen. Let's hit the road."

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- Kane Suno (an extremely important character in the story)

- Jason Jones aka Perro (an important character in the story)