Vic’s partner, a stone-faced veteran named Reese, tapped the center console. A live drone feed flickered to life. The white Dominator was crashed against a guardrail, tires shredded. Three suspects were fleeing on foot, each dragging a heavy, beige canvas sack.
That’s when Vic stepped onto the asphalt, shotgun leveled low. fivem statebags
“Visual on the product,” Reese said. “Three duffels. Estimate… six hundred thousand in marked bills from the Paleto score.” Vic’s partner, a stone-faced veteran named Reese, tapped
One duffel hit the ground. Then another. a stone-faced veteran named Reese
“Load the bags,” he said. “The State’s not done collecting.”
The lead suspect laughed. “It’s two of you, man. We’re three deep. You really gonna die for a bag of cash?”
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