CARNAGE IN THE STREETS AS DETROIT ATTACK NEW YORK

This weekend played host to one of the bloodiest battles the country has witnessed for a long time. A war which claimed the lives of virtually every ranked member from the New York and Detroit families. Tensions had been brewing between the two families for the past several days, and these eventually boiled over in a violent climax on Friday night.


The New York based Brooklyn Mob were always a small outfit compared to their Detroit counterparts, and when the eventual time came, it was just four men that turned up to fight. The leader Consigliere Ricardo “50k” Gomez, right hand man Boss Johnny Ola, left hand man Boss Dizzy Wallin, and family advisor Capo Jack Wolverine. They faced a seemingly impossible task when they walked out of their HQ and onto the mean streets of Brooklyn New York, where they faced the mighty Detroit machine known as Saints and Sinners.


Fronted by Consigliere James McElroy, the Detroit family far outnumbered their rivals with more than 20 individuals, many of which were ranked at Made Man or above; with at least 10 ranked either Capo or Boss. The odds were stacked heavily in Detroit’s favour, and most people we spoke to beforehand agreed that New York’s chances were somewhere between slim and none. Nevertheless, after several tense days of regrouping the New York men came out to do battle.


Wolverine was especially charged up, having survived an attack earlier in the day by the Detroit Boss known as “Spiders In The Bath”. Wolverine was just falling asleep when the round shattered his bedroom window, missing him by inches. Instinctively, Wolverine grabbed the pistol from underneath his pillow and jumping out of bed wearing nothing but his extensive tattoo coverage and thick manly beard, he dropped the Detroit Boss with a single shot.

It wasn’t surprising therefore that the first shot fired by New York was from Capo Wolverine, as he emerged from the HQ with malicious intent. It hit Detroit’s Made Man Benny Squint in the side of the temple as he stood there looking into space. The bullet obliterated his skull, killing him instantly.

Next to fire was Boss Johnny Ola, who took aim at Detroit’s Boss Terraria. Both men were surrounded by bodyguards and a deadly gun battle was soon underway. Johnny Ola quickly took the upper hand and began dispatching Terraria’s bodyguards, dropping three in quick succession. He paused briefly; turning his gun on Detroit’s approaching Made Man Sky, who walked up shooting. One bullet was all it took, and with her dead Ola returned his focus to Boss Terraria, killing another two bodyguards and losing one himself.


Meanwhile, Wolverine faced off against Leo McElroy, the quiet but not to be underestimated Detroit Boss. Wolverine fired several times at Leo, each time wounding a bodyguard, but McElroy was too strong and took the advantage. Capo Wolverine took fire, culminating with a deadly bullet to the chest which eventually claimed his life. In his last breath he praised Leo’s skill and paid his final respects to 50k before closing his eyes for the last time.


Boss Johnny Ola was still concentrating his efforts on Boss Terraria, and after dropping several more of his bodyguards, he finally delivered the Detroit man a fatal wound. Terraria’s lifeless body dropped in a heap on the floor, and after saying a few words of respect; Ola gathered up the remaining bodyguards and went looking for his next target.


As the New York Boss turned the sharp street corner he caught sight of Detroit Boss Peggy as she made her way down the road. He took aim at her and fired, but a bodyguard jumped in her way. Just then, a bullet whistled past Johnny’s face from a different direction, striking his bodyguard in the arm. Ola instinctively ducked behind a nearby car and reloaded his weapon. He peered out for a look and a second bullet struck him clean in the shoulder. It was a major wound, and as he looked around, he locked eyes with the shooter - Detroit’s Boss Leo McElroy. Both men began firing, and as bodyguards from each side began to return fire also, a violent and bloody gunfight ensued. Bodyguards were dropping, and for a while the New York Boss seemed to have the better aim, but the young McElroy brother was strong; far stronger than anyone had expected. Johnny Ola’s bodyguards started taking fire and as they grew weaker then stopped returning shots. At that point the New York Boss must have realised the writing was on the wall, and after a few more shots he took a final deadly bullet from Leo. He mumbled a few words before his punctured lifeless body fell slowly to the ground.


Boss Mr Wallin had by now turned his attention on Boss Peggy as she appeared around the corner ahead of him. He immediately drew his gun and fired at her. The first bullet was good, and it seemed destined for its intended target, but instead embedded itself into her loyal bodyguard as the brave man stepped into its path. His head exploded, sending skull fragments and bits of bloody brain matter all over Boss Peggy. For a few moments she stood there aghast, before wiping her eyes clear and taking aim herself, she return fire at the bearded New York Boss; but missed. Wallin fired again. This time there were no obstacles for the bullet, and it struck its target with the lethal efficiency, virtually turning her blood spattered face inside out.


Detroit Boss Leo McElroy arrived on the scene soon after and wasted no time in turning his gun on Boss Wallin. The men began emptying clip after clip of ammunition, and at least 20 shots were fired in quick succession as they fought bitterly. Bodyguards on both sides fell, but McElroy’s bullets soon found their third target in succession. Wallin looked down, the round had hit him square in the chin and a trickle of blood oozed out onto his shirt. Indeed, had the man’s beard not been so thick, the bullet would have surely penetrated his jaw and probably killed him. But it was not meant to be, and with nothing but a major wound, Wallin shrugged it off and began shooting again.


He fired a few more bullets, and Leo returned hitting him again. Wallin staggered, and momentarily dropped to one knee, but he mustered his remaining energy to get back to his feet. The strength drained out of the Brooklyn Boss and his weapon dropped to the floor, Leo saw his chance and without a second thought guided a carefully aimed bullet between Wallin’s remaining bodyguards and into his heart. Death was instantaneous.


Whilst all this was going on, New York leader Ricardo “50k” Gomez was fighting a somewhat one on one battle against Detroit leader James McElroy. After having most of his bodyguards bribed from him two nights previous, 50k was already on the back foot. However, whilst regrouping, it was reported that the other New York men donated a number of their own bodyguards to 50k, so that when he walked out to fight he had more protection than was anticipated.


Straight away 50k began firing at the Detroit leader, and when he picked up a major wound within the first couple of shots, things were not looking at all for good him. Still, in the seemingly impossible face of adversity, he fought on. Within seconds his bodyguards were being bribed, quitting on him from all sides. He managed to convince a few of these to stay, but only for the promise of an increased salary. He was fighting a losing battle however, and at points in the fight he found himself with no bodyguards whatsoever! Unbelievably he remained standing, and moreover, killing. It seemed as though every bullet he fired took a life, and with fresh kills came unemployed bodyguards that he collected up and turned to his favour.


He watched through bitterly disappointed eyes as his trusted and loyal men died in front of him, but all he could do was fight on. Bodyguards and bullet takers began to pile up in the streets, and before not long he’d amassed so many kills people began to lose count. 50k was visibly drained by this point, fighting through a major wound to the abdomen and fast running out of cash and ammunition. He paused to take stock of the situation. With an almost never ending supply of loyal Detroit soldiers throwing themselves into the path of his bullets, he decided a change of tack was the answer.


The New York leader turned his gun on the advancing Detroit onslaught instead, killing a string of gangsters in successive progression. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed ex-LA Capo AngelBaby who had recently joined the Detroit outfit after the demise of her own family. The Consigliere locked onto the woman as she approached, and in the blink of an eye he’d levelled his gun at her and fired a lethal round. It pierced her heart and she instantly dropped dead on the floor. 50k stepped over her lifeless body and refocused his aim on James McElroy.


Taking a breath, he steadied his nerve, before calmly squeezing the trigger on his trusty pistol. The bullet flew straight and true, hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. McElroy stumbled backwards and gasped, a look of shock spread across his face. He dropped to his knees, and as his grip loosened the gun in his hand fell to the floor. The life was rapidly escaping his body with each shallow breath that he drew. The hole in his chest turned his white shirt a dark crimson, and as he fell to the floor 50k stood over him and watched in silence. The bullet was of course fatal, and as the Detroit Consigliere’s eyes closed for the last time, 50k said a few quiet words and walked away.


He barely had time to wipe the sweat from his brow, when Boss Leo McElroy opened fire on him. The two men, each responsible for the eradication of the other’s family, met in their inevitable face off. Leo fired first, hitting 50 in the hip with a well aimed shot, it caused a major wound and 50 clasped his hand over it as he took aim himself. He fired off a shot in return, hitting a bodyguard. Leo fired again, but Gomez’s bodyguard jumped in the way and was killed instantly. Each man moved towards cover, but 50k was too fast and as he got off another shot it found its home in Leo’s chest. It was a savage wound, and as blood began to gush out of it onto the sidewalk, Leo mustered a few words, slumped over, and died.


By the time it all died down, the body count was high. New York were crippled, they’d lost two Bosses and a Capo, with their single remaining member Ricardo “50k” Gomez in a near death state. Detroit had taken severe casualties also, with many fallen soldiers. After a few more exchanges of gunfire, Gomez was hurried into a plane and left the scene to recover in a nearby location.


The following day was quiet, 50k was spotted on the street making his way back to New York, and apart from a few more short fights, one of which introduced Detroit Boss Eidaz to her maker, no more action ensued. Even though the Consigliere 50k had killed more than 65 mafioso and bodyguards, his victory was still not final. Notable Detroit members Archangel and Benny Chains were still alive, and further fighting at some point in the future was almost certainly guaranteed. For now though, it seemed like the world was in the eye of storm.


The Sunday morning sun was still rising over the horizon in Brooklyn when 50k appeared in his HQ. Having obviously spent some time recovering in the care of his doctors, he was now back to perfect health. He stepped out onto the street and went looking for his remaining foes. As he turned the corner, he came face to face with Detroit Boss Benny Chains. Both men instantly drew their weapons and began firing, but in what was now becoming familiar circumstances, 50k soon dealt his adversary a fatal wound. Benny fell to the sidewalk, dead.


The talk of the town was that Detroit Boss Archangel had set himself up with a new HQ in New York and was beginning to recruit heavily, for what was surely an inevitable showdown with 50k. The New York Consigliere spent some time wandering the streets looking for him, and eventually the two men came face to face. An epic battle got underway, with a seemingly endless stream of bullets flying in all directions. Although the two men were clearly aiming directly at each other, the sheer volume of bodyguards and bullet takers protecting them meant neither actually landed a bullet on their intended targets.


This went on for some time, nearly an hour in total. The list of people who had died and/or sustained an injury was lengthy. Both men were noticeably weary, and it was probably just a minor lapse in judgement from the Detroit Boss that allowed 50k to get off the final precisely aimed shot that he needed. Archangel took the bullet flush in the face, and like that, it was all over.


As of today, there are but a few rarely seen remaining Detroit members left alive. What will happen to them if and when they next appear is unknown, but their future looks pretty bleak at this point. What is known for sure, is that with more than 80 kills in 48 hours to his name, Ricardo “50k” Gomez has well and truly stamped his mark on history.



CITIZEN MURPHY HIT RESPONSIBLE FOR WAR!

The rumours doing the circuit at the moment seem to suggest that a street argument, between New York's Boss Johnny Ola and Detroit's Capo Rant Casey, was the cause of this weekend's war. What started as a heated debate quickly escalated into all out death threats, culminating with Casey flying to New York in search of blood. He got more than he was bargaining for though, as Ola quickly overpowered him and fatally shot him dead.

Consigliere James McElroy was later reported to have personally apologised to the New York family, and even offered compensation for the actions of his unhinged Capo. Yet, many people were wondering why he did not attack straight away. If this really was the cause of the war then why did it not erupt there and then? Even though McElroy only had less than half his family with him at the time, they still far outnumbered the New York crew.

Was he scared of 50k? ..probably; but the truth, it seems, is that McElroy had already planned a hit on The Brooklyn Mob, financed by Citizen Murphy (who so fervently denied our report of her kidnapping last issue, yet put out a hit for it anyway!). A payment was handed over to the Detroit leader, in exchange for the life of his long time friend Ricardo "50k" Gomez and the Brooklyn based outfit whom she believed were responsible for her recent abduction. Despite already being one of the richest men in the country, it seems McElroy decided there was a price greater than friendship, and that price was $600 million.

McElroy had apparently planned to have 50k killed in his sleep that night, and it just so happened that the street argument occurred that very same day. Knowing that his family were intent on war, Capo Casey decided to start the attack early, thinking his fellow soldiers would follow in support; but instead they just watched as he was gunned down in cold blood. Even with his own Capo murdered in the street, and a clear opportunity to attack, McElroy decided to hold back. Instead choosing to send in his assassins while the New York men were all asleep; with their boss just settling down for the night. Several men flew to New York and began bribing Gomez's bodyguards before shooting the Consigliere in his bed and leaving him with a near fatal wound, but they bungled the job and missed their window of opportunity.

The rest, as they say, is history. New York were obviously now alerted and the element of surprise was gone. Whether or not McElroy lived long enough to collect his reward from Murphy is unknown, but there's little doubt over the fact that he can’t have got to spend much of it.

So yet again we find Murphy involved in a high profile mafia scandal. Her name has been linked to a string of fateful high rankers, including infamous rogue Loco, chicago enforcer ProfaciA, and now James McEroy. It seems that whenever she's involved in a hit, both the target and the hitter wind up dead. A very profitable way to conduct business, it has to be said.



MR WALLIN ADMITS TO KIDNAPPING

We eventually managed to catch up with the late New York Boss MrWallin just before his unfortunate death last Thursday, where he came clean over the kidnapping of Citizen Murphy. In light of her recent allegations of slander, directed towards this newspaper, we spoke to him briefly and got this statement:

“I am a very simple man. I have principles, and these I will live and die by. I am a provider for my family, and for my friends. What I believe is that the Citizens who try to involve themselves around here should either join us or leave our scene completely. They should not hold or wield any power.

It wasn’t the first time I’d done this to a Citizen, and once I depart and return to my Lord, they may sleep easy. However, I needed a big one, to make my blood flow; one that would leave a legacy for people to remember me by in this society.

And so there was Operation Murphy. I proposed the idea to Mr.Gomez some time ago, but at first he was unwilling. As a family man he knew the values and the problems concerned with such a plan, however the proposal was too great. Five bodyguards for our men, large sums of cash and enough weapons and ammo to supply the family several times over. The plot was crafted to perfection, we watched her for days and noted her daily routine, and once we’d figured her out, I informed the lads it was going down that night.

We quickly tied and bagged the henchman, and as she was left on her own, I went for her. I had an extra big bag to fit over her head, however at the first attempt, her wig fell off and as the sun glistened of her shiny bald head, I was dazzled and missed. I went in for a second go and this time I got the bag over her head. With that I threw her in the van and we drove away.

After a 20 minute drive, we arrived at an abandoned warehouse, where we tied her up. After emptying her trolley, we found 121 guns and 461 bullets. I wasn’t going to beat her, especially because of her age, but at points during her ordeal she became delirious and I had to give her a slap or two to refocus her.

After 24 hours or so we let her go, but not before taking all the money out of her purse.
You may think I am brutal, however I just take what is ours. The mobsters deserve more than others for their loyalty, that’s just the way it is”

This, somewhat cryptic message, from the late New York serial kidnapper seems to tie up some of the loose ends. Indeed it makes sense that such a kidnapping would lead to a hit, and a hit would lead to a war; but who would have believed that such a set of circumstances would lead to the eventual outcome that we all recently witnessed? La Cosa Nostra - never a dull day...


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