GUN PARK

Mikey → So… England, huh?

Gun →Yeah.Old empire, still crawling with rotten roots — nobles, gangs in suits, and ghosts in alleys.London's underground thinks it's untouchable.It's time they learn otherwise.

Mikey →You planning another solo invasion?Or you want me to make some noise first?

Gun →This one's different.They speak with money, not fists.We won't kick in doors first.We poison the tea.

Mikey →Metaphorically, right?

Gun →Mostly.

Mikey →Alright, so what's the plan? We start with London?

Gun →No. We start with Manchester.Smaller networks, easier to flip. The old firms are broken — all bark, no teeth.We turn their youth. Fighters. Runners.We offer them power, not prison.

Mikey →Let them think they're kings… while we pull the strings.

Gun →Exactly.From there, we move south — Liverpool, Birmingham, then London last.Take their underworld from the roots to the throne.

Mikey →What about the government? Intelligence?They're not blind.

Gun →That's why we send someone they can't see.Someone like you, Mikey.

Mikey →Me?

Gun →You've got fire. Charisma.And you're not in the system yet.England won't expect a storm from a kid with a smile.

Mikey →You want me to lead the England front?

Gun →No.I want you to own it.Your name, your rules — but our mission.This is your kingdom to take.I'll clean up what you miss.

Mikey →Then England better pray for rain.Because when we arrive…

Gun →It won't just storm.

Both →It'll bleed.

Gun Park → So, we are already here.

At the 5 star hotel of London

Gun →Look at this city, Mikey.Old money. Thick pride.They built everything here thinking no one could ever touch it.

Mikey →And yet here we are — top floor, center of their empire.Uninvited guests.

Gun →They'll realize soon enough.We're not here for the view.We're here to break the silence.

Mikey →So where do we strike first?Gangs? Politicians? The families?

Gun →We go underground first.Take the fight clubs. The local rackets.The street-level bosses — make them kneel or vanish.

Mikey →Crack the floor, then collapse the ceiling.

Gun →Exactly.While they're watching the suits and stock markets,we'll be owning their fighters, their muscle, their roots.

Mikey →And once the streets fear our name…

Gun →Then we reach higher.Mayors. Officers. Parliament.But we don't threaten them — we own them with favors, money, and secrets.

Mikey →The British love their secrets.

Gun →After London, we spread fast.Manchester, Birmingham, Bristol.Each region ruled by someone we plant — someone loyal to us.

Mikey →This isn't just a takeover.It's colonization.

Gun →History owes us one.

Mikey →Alright then.Let's become their new kings…in a land that forgot how to fight.

Gun →No, Mikey.Let's teach them how to fear again.

 *** The End ***