My generosity cost me more than I could afford.
Daily I would drive down to the mine in my white boxer truck offering people help if they needed it.
I eventually began to earn a bit more cash by doing this and got myself a bigger truck. I lent out my boxer to friends i met along the way to help them get their lives back on track. Only 1 thing was stopping me and the other traders. Bandits.
It got to he point with every copper run there was a dilemma, hold ups, shoot outs until i finally realised that it wasn't all worth it, But i carried on.
Eventually i made some friends to embark on my travels and this played a big part in my success, One day i was at the processor when to bandits confronted me and my friend Thomas.
They tried to get me to give them the keys to them, I convinced them that they could come with us, they got in there car and lead us to the trader.
They then put a gun to my friends head. luckily i was armed with my trusty 9mm pistol that i brought with the money that i earned as i couldn't take the bullshit any longer. They then began to hurt him. I told them to stop and they wouldn't. They began to fire at me not knowing i was armed. I returned fire and killed them both, But i was too late,Thomas was dead.
I returned to work several weeks later after telling the police what i had done and they told me it was justified and lead an investigation in to the murder and was seen as self defence and i was let off the hook.
I returned to work for 1 reason and one reason only. and that was to assure that this never happened to anyone again.
I was messaged by one of my buddy's at the processor saying bandits were showing no mercy and killing whoever stood in their way. I headed up with my pistol to see what was going on. Dead bodys of hard working people were scattered all over the ground, 7.62 spread amongst them .
Eventually i saw the bandits around 200m away, i approached with my pistol holstered and asked them. Why?
They spoke alot of Russian and then said, you die now!
I ran for cover pulling out my pistol, they had shot another civilian in the process of this.
I then charged with my pistol and shot them both leaving bullet wholes in them.
I took the remaining surviors back to kavala were they explained what happened to the authorities.
This same thing was an endless cycle, the spill of blood kept on flowing until i was beginning to make myself a name. Which wasn't a bad thing......
Daily I would drive down to the mine in my white boxer truck offering people help if they needed it.
I eventually began to earn a bit more cash by doing this and got myself a bigger truck. I lent out my boxer to friends i met along the way to help them get their lives back on track. Only 1 thing was stopping me and the other traders. Bandits.
It got to he point with every copper run there was a dilemma, hold ups, shoot outs until i finally realised that it wasn't all worth it, But i carried on.
Eventually i made some friends to embark on my travels and this played a big part in my success, One day i was at the processor when to bandits confronted me and my friend Thomas.
They tried to get me to give them the keys to them, I convinced them that they could come with us, they got in there car and lead us to the trader.
They then put a gun to my friends head. luckily i was armed with my trusty 9mm pistol that i brought with the money that i earned as i couldn't take the bullshit any longer. They then began to hurt him. I told them to stop and they wouldn't. They began to fire at me not knowing i was armed. I returned fire and killed them both, But i was too late,Thomas was dead.
I returned to work several weeks later after telling the police what i had done and they told me it was justified and lead an investigation in to the murder and was seen as self defence and i was let off the hook.
I returned to work for 1 reason and one reason only. and that was to assure that this never happened to anyone again.
I was messaged by one of my buddy's at the processor saying bandits were showing no mercy and killing whoever stood in their way. I headed up with my pistol to see what was going on. Dead bodys of hard working people were scattered all over the ground, 7.62 spread amongst them .
Eventually i saw the bandits around 200m away, i approached with my pistol holstered and asked them. Why?
They spoke alot of Russian and then said, you die now!
I ran for cover pulling out my pistol, they had shot another civilian in the process of this.
I then charged with my pistol and shot them both leaving bullet wholes in them.
I took the remaining surviors back to kavala were they explained what happened to the authorities.
This same thing was an endless cycle, the spill of blood kept on flowing until i was beginning to make myself a name. Which wasn't a bad thing......
