Los Poulos Cartel
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In the dusty outskirts of Las Venturas, far from the neon-lit casinos and glamorous nightlife, there’s a small, nearly invisible cartel quietly growing its roots. Los Poulos, led by Nicola_Raul, was not like the massive, flamboyant criminal organizations in Los Santos or San Fierro. They operated in the shadows, making moves while the big players weren’t paying attention.
Nicola_Raul, a man in his late thirties, had seen the flash and fall of many cartels before. His was different—not by sheer numbers or firepower, but by its discreet nature. Los Poulos didn’t parade with RPGs, armored cars, or dozens of heavily armed men. It wasn’t a force to be reckoned with because of its size, but because it operated in the blind spots of the city.
Their headquarters was a run-down compound, well-hidden in the desert, far from the bright lights of the city. From there, Nicola_Raul managed a small but fiercely loyal crew. Their armory was modest: a few AK-47s, some handguns, and a handful of shotguns, barely enough to defend themselves if things went south. But that’s how Nicola preferred it. Their strength came from staying under the radar, keeping their operations tight and minimalistic.
Los Poulos controlled a small but profitable drug trade, dealing mainly in meth and small arms smuggling. They didn’t push for dominance, nor did they crave territory like the larger gangs of Los Santos. Instead, they thrived in the shadows, using the desolation of the Las Venturas desert to their advantage. With fewer eyes on them, they ran their operations with a level of anonymity that many bigger cartels would envy.
Nicola_Raul’s right-hand man, Marco, was an ex-military tactician, who helped him organize their small team like a guerilla unit. Every move was calculated, every deal a careful transaction. The cartel rarely dealt with outsiders; they didn’t trust easily. Most of their trades happened with those who had already established a rapport with them—fellow desert outlaws, bikers, or even corrupt police officers who turned a blind eye for a cut of the profits.
Despite being small, Los Poulos was starting to gain a reputation. The few who knew of their existence whispered about their ruthlessness. Nicola_Raul didn’t tolerate betrayal. Rumor had it that anyone who crossed him ended up buried in the unforgiving sands of the desert, far from where anyone would find them. The truth was, Los Poulos didn’t have the manpower to deal with problems publicly. Their brutality was a necessity, a way to ensure that even with limited resources, no one dared to double-cross them.
But even with this growing reputation, Nicola knew that Los Poulos needed to remain low-key. The larger cartels in the neighboring cities would crush them if they ever became too bold. For now, they focused on what they did best: quiet, efficient operations. Nicola and his men weren’t interested in turf wars. They didn’t want the glamour of running a major city. They were content with the quiet, knowing that as long as they kept things small and unnoticed, they would continue to thrive in the shadows of Las Venturas.
Their empire wasn’t built on flashy displays of power, but on the cracks and blind spots of a system that never saw them coming.
Members:
Cartel Leader: Nicola_Raul
Members of the cartel: Nico_Rallhnio
Costa_Luiz
Salvador_Alvador
Breezy_Thug
Francois
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