The Story of Louis & Crime Empire

Mirror Park filled of reflections of the Los Santos people. And a weak spot for the MaraBunta Grande

Louis had finished up his product, all that was left was the packaging. After the packaging was done, he had to figure out, where he was about to campaign his drugs at. Though Mirror Park was his first choice, bold and anxious, Louis went driving into the night with his sawed-off shotgun and SMG. Feeling a dose of confidence, lighting up a spliff. The atmosphere felt breezy, reclined in his seat, Louis watched the fiends go back and forth in hopes of seeing there favorite dope man. "A weak spot for dope man" said Louis, while inhaling his cigarillo, a strange tap his window, a dope fien had approached him. He had a package ready and asked if the dope man was dry, inquiring before he made the sale. The dope fiend was attentive and gave him everything he wanted. He found his spot at Mirror Park. It was slighty overlooked by MaraBunta Grande. But he didn't a fuck, all he wanted to get a little more cash and dash.

The window of opportunity was closing for Louis, he had to decide tonight to campaign his drugs and make a quiet exit. A drag of his Redwood Cigarette provided some comfort, he made his final decision
and came back with more product for later that night. Why he felt this confident, it made him courageous and created a comfort zone. Though he was slanging at Mirror Park for a short while, he knew trouble made itself present, when a deal went bad. But 90% everything went smoothly. He doubled up on his cash and made a bit extra. The fiends who were smoking his product were extremely hooked, and each fiend knew he was a quality and didn't fuck with him. MaraBunta Grande eventually found out Louis was running a operation without them. MaraBunta Grande wanted a fucking cut and Louis wasn't about to dish out any money for these motherfuckers. MaraBunta shot-callers were lining up and observing from street corners and hearing the word on the streets. Yet no heads up about Louis and his campaign.

Louis was a one man army, though he felt he was outnumbered. He wasn't about to give up easy money to these gangster fucks at all. Louis had finished slanging and went undetected by MaraBunta Grande for a great while. Louis clever thought of just slanging and dashing meant saving his life and a couple others by lack of greediness. Louis was satisfied and was finally getting out of the gang neighborhood. He wanted to keep his old house as a reminder of the struggle and hardships. Louis had another idea brewing but this time it was commercial big product, big time dealing.