Charles Setland a well known Mexican drug-lord, who used to hang out in Jefferson. If anyone ever needed some cocaines, they went seeing Charles on the corner.
It was a rainy night. The twenty-six year old boy, Charles, was standing on the corner of Idlewood gas station, in Idlewood of Los Santos. Earlier that day, some random guy had given Charles a call, telling him that he was interested in buying some cocaines. They arranged a meeting. Charles was waiting for the guy to come, and was getting unpatience in the end. Charles slowly turned around, and headed back towards his apartment. The moment Charles turned around, a hoarse voice behind him yelled: Get your ass over here kid. Charles turned around and looked up and down at the guy. It was
It was a rainy night. The twenty-six year old boy, Charles, was standing on the corner of Idlewood gas station, in Idlewood of Los Santos. Earlier that day, some random guy had given Charles a call, telling him that he was interested in buying some cocaines. They arranged a meeting. Charles was waiting for the guy to come, and was getting unpatience in the end. Charles slowly turned around, and headed back towards his apartment. The moment Charles turned around, a hoarse voice behind him yelled: Get your ass over here kid. Charles turned around and looked up and down at the guy. It was