Bab 2: First Steps into the Underworld
Vincent woke up in his room, with sunlight filtering through the curtains. The walls were painted a light gray and decorated with a map of Los Santos and shelves filled with books on criminology. He scratched his head, reflecting on his new life.
"Now that I have this life, I can't let it slip away. If I want to be someone, I need to build my own empire," he thought as he got out of bed.
In the kitchen, his mother, Amanda, was preparing breakfast. When she saw him enter, she smiled.
"Good morning, Vincent. Do you have plans for today?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.
"Just planning to head out for a bit. Maybe I'll stop by the game store," Vincent replied, trying to sound casual.
Amanda looked at him with suspicion. "Okay, but don't wander too far. I don't want you getting into trouble, alright?"
Vincent nodded, feeling a mix of love and responsibility. "Don't worry, Mom. I promise I won't let you down."
After breakfast, Vincent stepped out of the house, feeling the warm air of Los Santos. He headed toward a bar he had heard mentioned among his new acquaintances. Once inside, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and animated conversations. He sat at the bar, observing the customers.
"What brings you here, kid?" asked the bartender as he poured a drink.
"Just looking for a bit of action and some girls," Vincent replied, feeling the adrenaline beginning to flow.
The bartender looked at him warily. "This isn't a place for games, buddy. Do you know who you're talking to?"
"I do." Vincent insisted, determined.
Shortly after, Vincent approached a group of men at a table. The leader, Carlos, regarded him suspiciously.
"And who do you think you are, huh? Why should we talk to you?" Carlos asked with a mocking grin.
"I'm Vincent, and I'm interested in expanding my horizons," he responded, trying to appear confident.
The men looked at him with disdain, but there was a spark of curiosity in their eyes. "And what do you offer us?" Carlos inquired, crossing his arms.
"I'm willing to work hard and learn. I've spent a lot of time studying tactics," Vincent said, feeling the conversation grow more interesting.
Carlos scrutinized him for a moment before proposing a test. "If you want to be part of us, you have to prove you're useful. We're going to rob a supply truck. Are you in?"
"Sure, I'm ready," Vincent replied, his heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline. This was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Vincent and Carlos's group positioned themselves strategically on the deserted road, hidden by the darkness of the night. The tension was palpable as they waited for the supply truck to approach. The sound of its engines rumbled in the air, and each of them knew that success depended on timing and precision.
"Remember, the goal is quick and clean. No shots fired unless absolutely necessary," Carlos murmured, adjusting his cap as his gaze focused on the road.
Vincent felt his heart race, his sweaty hands gripping the wheel of the car they had stolen for the getaway. The adrenaline surged through his body, and his mind zeroed in on the plan. He knew they only had moments to act.
Finally, as the truck's lights appeared in the distance, Carlos signaled. "Now!" he shouted, and everyone sprang into action.
As the truck approached, Carlos signaled Vincent to position himself at the back. Without wasting a moment, Vincent leaped out of the vehicle and ran towards the moving truck, feeling the cold wind whip across his face.
With surprising speed, he climbed onto the back of the truck, searching for a way to open the door quietly. Just then, one of the guys in the group, Tomás, made a risky maneuver and jumped in front of the truck, forcing it to brake suddenly.
"Get down! Get down!" Carlos shouted as he lunged toward the truck's cabin, intending to open the driver's door. With a precise kick, he managed to swing the door open, and the startled driver tried to resist.
Meanwhile, Vincent managed to open the back hatch of the truck. The containers were filled with boxes of electronics and supplies they knew they could sell for a good price. The sight of the cargo made his heart race; it was exactly what they needed to establish themselves.
Carlos shoved the driver out of the truck, and Tomás took charge of keeping him subdued. "Don't make a sound, and everything will be fine," he said, keeping his voice low but firm.
Vincent, in the meantime, moved nimbly inside the truck, starting to load the boxes into their getaway vehicle. Time felt like it was against him, and he felt that every second that passed was a risk. With every box he lifted, his excitement grew; he was getting involved in the criminal world, and he couldn't let anything stand in his way.
"Faster! Let's finish this!" Carlos yelled, impatiently looking back at the road behind them to ensure no patrol cars were coming.
Once all the boxes were secured in the getaway vehicle, Vincent joined the others, closing the hatch of the truck behind him. "Ready! Let's go!" he exclaimed as they all rushed towards the car.
With a frantic acceleration, they sped away from the scene, the truck now empty behind them. The adrenaline coursed through his body, and Vincent couldn't help but smile; it had been a success. As they drove off, they heard the distant sound of sirens, but they were already too far to worry.
"We did it, we did it!" Tomás shouted, laughing as the group celebrated their success. Vincent felt relieved and excited; this was the first time he had participated in something like this, and the adrenaline rush made him feel invincible.
"This is just the beginning," Vincent thought as he looked out the window, the illuminated city of Los Santos shining around him, full of possibilities.
Finally, after a night filled with celebrations, Vincent returned to his room. He sat on his bed, feeling satisfied with the achievement. He looked at the map of Los Santos, his eyes shining with ambition.
"I've taken the first step. Now, I need to plan my next move," he wrote in his journal. With every stroke of his pen, he felt more determined. Life in the underworld was just beginning, and Vincent was ready to face it.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone