Mungiki vs Latin Kings

Beginning Analysis: When happens when Kenyan anti-westerners take on Latino gangbangers. Read on to see who...is...deadliest!?

Mungiki Quick Bio
Although classified as a street gang, the Mungiki are a bit more than that. Appearing in the late 80s, the Mungiki are a criminal organization that also contains political & mysterious religious elements. Although the origins & doctrines of the Mungiki are unknown, what is known is that they favor a return to native African traditions. They have a deep hatred for all things western, including Christianity, and see westernization as a force that will kill traditional African values. The group has been in the news on a frequent basis, due to their anti-government stance and extreme ethnic violence.

Mungiki Weapons
Short Range: Machete
Medium Range: Skorpion Submachine Gun
Long Range: FN FAL Assault Rifle
Long Range (Explosive): RPG-7 Rocket Launcher

Latin Kings Quick Bio
The Latin Kings are the largest Latino gang ever to grace the United States, and with a history to boot. The gang was formed in 1940s Chicago, and was mainly filled with Mexican & Puerto Rican men. Originally, the Latin Kings's original philosophy was that of overcoming racial prejudice. Overtime, more and more criminal elements seeped in, and eventually they became one of Chicago's toughest street gang. While primarily based in Chicago, a chapter of the Latin Kings known as "Bloodline" formed in New York State under Luis Felipe, who was interned in the state's correctional facilities in 1986. Regardless of the chapter, the Latin Kings are engaged in a variety of illegal activities, some of which include assault, drug & arms trafficking, extorion, and murder.

Latin Kings Weapons
Short Range: Stiletto Knife
Medium Range: Uzi Submachine Gun
Long Range: AK-47 Assault Rifle
Long Range (Explosive): M79 Grenade Launcher

Who Got the Edge
Machete vs Stiletto Knife: The Machete gets the edge. Simply put, it's length & cutting power gives it more room to use in combat, and the wounds it leave are more difficult to heal.
Skorpion vs Uzi: The Uzi gets the edge. The gun has a much greater firing range (200 meters compared to 25 meters with the Skorpion), longer barrel (400mm compared to the Skorpion's 115mm), and clip size (The Uzi can hold a 25 or 32- round clip, while the Skorpion can hold only either a 10 round or 20-round magazine). The only thing that the Skorpion has over the Uzi is firing rate (850 rounds a minute, compared to the Uzi's 600 rounds a minute).
FN FAL vs AK-47: The FN FAL gets the edge. It has a longer barrel (431mm compared to the AK-47's barrel length of 415mm), lighter unloaded weight (3.77kg compared to the AK-47's unloaded weight of 4.3kg), and rate of fire (the FN FAL can fire from 650 to 700 rounds a minute, while the AK-47 can only fire up to 600 rounds a minute). The only advantage that the AK-47 has over the FN FAL is ammo capacity (the FN FAL can take only 20 or 30 round clips, while the AK-47 can accect 30 or 40 round clips, as well as the 75 round drums of the RPK).
RPG-7 vs M79: The RPG-7 gets the edge. Although both launchers can be loaded with a variety of explosive rounds, the RPG-7 has the distinct advantage of being able to shoot up to a higher range (depending on the rocket used). Excluding round types, the RPG-7 can shoot anywhere from 200 to 500 meters, while the M79 can only shoot anywhere from 150 to 350 meters.

Common Quality
Extremism: Both of these criminal groups are highly extreme in their views. The Mungiki hate the west and it's beliefs, and they do everything in their power to keep Kenya from becoming more and more modern. With the Latin Kings, you have a group that desires to have total control over all it's criminal elements, and a desire to transcend the concepts of racism, sexism, and uneeded societal labels.

Setup
New York City. It was hot and vibrant in the Big Apple, especially since the Latino Pride Parade was going on. Floats were crawling along the street, dancers with their brightly colored costumes were dancing, and lively music was playing for all to hear. Despite the happy atmosphere, there were those among the crowd that were there for more...malicious purposes.
In fact, members of the infamous Latin Kings were among the crowd. They were wandering around, looking for rival gang members to take out during the festivities. Since the cops would be watching the parade, their activities would go unnoticed. The highest ranking Latin King, Hector, was directing the attacks of the foot soldiers that were with him in an effort to blend in as much as possible.
It was at the height of the parade, when Hector and his group gather in an alleyway to discuss what their next actions were. Since the cops would be watching the parade, the people enjoying the parade wouldn't  necessarily suspect a group of Latinos in an alleyway of doing anything suspicious.
"Is everybody here?" asked Hector.
The other Latin Kings nodded their heads.
"Good." said Hector. "Here's what's going. I got word from one of my boys, saying that there's some group of guys that have been messing with us. He told me that they were gonna show up some time during the parade and try to mess it up."
"Your boy tell you who it was that's been messing with us?" asked one of the other kings.
"He didn't say who it was." Hector replied. "It doesn't matter anyway. They made a enemy of the Latin Kings the moment they started messing with us. Juan, where'd you park the van?"
"Just a bit further down this alleyway." Juan replied. "I parked it right next to a garage, and I brought the stuff too."
"Good." said Hector. "Let's go."
Hector and the rest of the kings went through the alleyway. They could hear the parade music echo off of the dirty brick walls, and water dripping from pipes. There were a few bums sleeping at random points along the way. Most of them paid the kings no heed, but two of them seemed to keep their eyes on them for about a few seconds.
After a minute, the group arrived right next to the van Juan was talking about. The cops must have not touched it, since (on the outside at least) it look to be undisturbed. Juan took a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the back. He opened the doors as widely as he could, revealing a pile guns.
"Nice job Juan." said Hector. "I knew we could count on you."
"Thanks." Juan replied. "Alright guys, dig in."
The group dug into the pile. Hector & Juan took an AK-47, two other kings took an Uzi, and the final king reached for the M79 Grenade Launcher that was buried below everything else. Everyone else was staring jealously at the gun, then turned their attention to Juan, who had a nervous look on his face.
"What!?" he asked loudly. "I managed to get lucky. That's all!"
Hector and the rest of the group went back to checking their guns. Juan closed the door, and locked it back up. The group they quickly went back into the alleyway to avoid getting spotted by wandering cops or random people from the parade who got lost.
When they got back in the alleyway, they noticed that some of the bums that were there, were now gone. Hector and the kings looked around to see where they went, but all that was there was were the dingy pieces of cardboard where the bums were sitting and sleeping on.
"Hey Hector, where'd those bums go?" asked Juan.
"How should I know?" Hector asked back. "They're bums. We don't pay any attention to them at all, and we don't need to. Let's keep moving!"
The group kept moving through the alleyways, until they caught up with the parade. It was still going on, and was just as loud & invigorating as before.
"Alright." said Hector. "I just spotted some of those guys that have been messing with us. We kill them, run for cover, and hide until things calm down."
"We're firing into the crowd!?" Juan asked loudly.
"Hey, they'd do the same to us!" Hector replied. "Besides, you're a Latin King. You'll do what it takes to protect the Latino nation, even if a few innocents get killed."
Juan just nodded.
"Okay, here's the plan. We'll follow the parade a little more, then when there's an opening, we'll all start firing. Then, we'll take..."
Before he could finish, a loud wooshing sound was coming right towards them. They looked around to see where it was coming from. They managed to look right at a small apartment, and caught a glimpse of a rocket flying right towards them.
"Duck!" yelled Hector. He, Juan, and one of the other kings jumped right behind a dumpster to avoide getting hit by the blast. The other kings started making a break for another dumpster, when the rocket landed right between them. It exploded, sending shrapnel and explosive material right into their body, and blowing their legs off in the process. Their legless bodies, perhaps out of sheer dumb luck, flew into the air, and landed in a trashcan.

Mungiki: 5/Latin Kings: 3

"****!" Juan yelled. "What the hell was that!?"
Before anyone could respond back, 3 black men appeared on both sides right above them, firing down on them. Hector looked up, and aimed his AK-47 at his closest attacker. He took a few shots, and they landed right in the chest. The attacker dropped his gun, and his body fell onto the alleyway, sending his nose right into his brain, and cracking his skull.

Mungiki: 4/Latin Kings: 3

Hector looked at Juan and the other king that was with them. They were pinned down by gunfire coming from the other side.
"Juan!" yelled Hector. "What the hell are you doing!? Just shoot already!"
Juan nodded. He raised his AK-47, and started firing wildly at his attackers. Waving the gun back and forth, he sent his entire clip right at his foes. One of them dropped to the roof just in time, but his comrade took most of the bullets to the chest and the face. Fate & luck must be having a field day today, as the body slipped off of the roof, and landed in another dumpsted, with the lids closing just as he impacting the metal.

Mungiki: 3/Latin Kings: 3

The gunfire immediately ceased. If there were still cops watching the parade, they more than likely heard the explosion and gunshot by now. Hector, Juan, and the other king reloaded their guns, and slowly got up from behind the dumpster, all the while cautiously looking around for anybody else.
"Hector, who the **** were those guys!?" yelled Juan.
"How should I ******* know?" Hector replied. "All I can say is that these guys definately aren't the ones that have been messing with us."
"Then who are they?" asked the other king.
"Like I said, how the **** do I know!" Hector replied. "Instead of worrying about who's shooting at us, maybe we should worry about getting out of here. Did that cross your mind!"
Just then, the other gunman on top of the roof rose back up, and fired back. One of the bullets landed right in the surviving king's shoulder. Juan quickly reacted, and fired off his AK-47. The gunman was riddled with bullets, and his body fell onto the roof in a lifeless heap. His blood came trickling down the brick wall, and slowly formed into a small pool.

Mungiki: 2/Latin Kings: 3

Juan looked at his fellow king's wound. It was bleeding pretty good, but the bullet wasn't in deep. He took out a knife, and pried the bullet out. It fell to the ground, and made a small klink. Juan then took a bandana from his pocket, placed it over the wound, and put duct tape on top, keeping the bandana in place.
"Can you get up?" Juan asked.
The king nodded. He got back up to his feet, all the while still clutching the bullet wound in his shoulder. He was still able to move around, only now he was breathing a little more heavily.
"Where do we go now?" the king asked.
"We got that way." Hector replied, pointing at the apartment where the rocket came from earlier.
"Man, we need to get this guy to a hospital." said Juan.
"He's still moving around." replied Hector. "He can still fight".
Juan could sense the anger within his friend's voice. Since some of his friends were getting killed, it was understandable. However, there was a streak of maliciousness within his anger, and it was this maliciousness that he was afraid of.
The group made their way out of the alleyway, and onto the street. It was completely barren, and the once lively parade music was now gone. Floats were still in the street, only now they had bodies strewn all over them. Hector looked right at the others, and realized that Juan and the other king that was with him were starting to see the big picture.
Juan cleared his throat. "So what do we do now?" he asked solumnly.
"We take the fight to those *******." said Hector, who reloaded a clip into his AK-47 as he was talking. "That apartment building still has some of those bastards that shot at us, and shot up the parade. We as Latinos have been a people that never back down from anybody, and we aren't backing down now!"
Juan and the other king nodded. They slowly made their way through the ruined parade, looking for any cops that might be looking around for whoever caused the massacre.
They reached the apartment complex where the rocket had come from, and found it to be as silent as the street outside. Every step they took echoed through the hallway, and the breathing seemed a little louder. The finally arrived at the elevator that went through the floors of the place, which coincidentally happened to be right next to a flight of stairs.
"Which one are we taking?" Juan asked.
Hector thought about it for a moment or two, then he spoke. "I'll take the stairs, and you and this guy here take the elevator. Hopefully, one of us will get to somebody before somebody else will."
Juan and the other king nodded. They got right in the elevator, and pushed the button that went to the top. Hector waited until the door closed, then he started walking up the stairs. In his mind, he'd let Juan and the other king soften anybody up (if they found anybody), and he'd take out what's left.
Hector got to the top of the stairs, and stopped to catch his breath. He looked around, and saw no sign of Juan or the other king. Just then, the elevator finally reached to the top. Juan and the other king stepped out, and they were surprised to see Hector standing there.
"You didn't spot anybody on your way up here?" Juan asked with a surprised tone to his voice.
"No." replied Hector. "I was too busy losing my breath climbing those damn stairs. I should have just gone in the elevator with you guys."
Juan let out a small chuckle. They started walking through the hallway, when a door on the left suddenly slammed opened, and a African American with a RPG-7 came right out. He aimed it right at Hector and his body, and fired. The group ran right back to the elevator, and while Hector couldn't get inside, Juan and the other king did. Juan pushed the button to go down, but somehow the rocket got inside before the door closed. An explosion rocked the elevator, turning Juan and the other king into a pile of shredded, bloody meat.

Mungiki: 2/Latin Kings: 1

Hector quickly looked back, and fired off his AK-47. Some of the bullets shot the RPG-7 out of the gunman's hands, and the others went into his body. The eyes rolled back into his head, and blood trickled out of his mouth. A second later, and the body slumped to the floor.

Mungiki: 1/Latin Kings: 1

Still breathing heavily, Hector wandered over to the door where the attacker came out of. He stacked up on the right side of the door, then slowly crept inside.
The room wasn't necessarily the nicest around. It wasn't unpleasant, but it definately looked like noone had cleaned in a while. Hector still gripped the AK-47 in his as he wandered from room to room. Finally, he was about to pass by a closet near the elevator, when another African American popped out with a Machete. He surprised Hector, causing him to drop his gun.
Hector's attacker started swinging the Machete wildly, and on a couple times, almost managed to scratch Hector's throat. After one swing, Hector finally took out a Stiletto from his pocket. He flipped the blade out, and now was ready to fight back. Hector started to swipe and his attacker, keeping him at a distance. His attacker went back to swinging his Machete, and managed to get a slice in on Hector's chest. He dropped to his knee, and his attacker was about to get another swing in, when the Stiletto went right into his chest. Hector's attacker fell to the floor, and started crawling away, leaving a trail of blood. Smiling, Hector just casually walked along side his dying attacker. Hector finally decided to end his attacker life, and dropped to his knees so he'd be closer with his knife. He grapped the back of his attacker's shirt, and was about to plunge the knife into the back of his head, when his opponent suddenly grabbed another Machete from inside the closet, and sliced off Hector's hand. Hector howled out in pain, and slammed against the wall. His attacker rose up, with a Machete in hand, and proceeded to drive it into Hector's head. Once the blade reached the brain, Hector's life was done.

Mungiki: 1/Latin Kings: 0

Mungiki: 520
Machete: 20
Skorpion Submachine Gun: 50
FN FAL Assault Rifle: 200
RPG-7: Rocket Launcher: 250

Latin Kings: 480
Stiletto: 10
Uzi Submachine Gun: 200
AK-47 Assault Rifle: 200
M79 Grenade Launcher: 70

Ending Assessment: While the Latin Kings are America's strongest Latino gang, they can't compete with the ferocity & anti-western view of the Kenyan Mungiki.
Strongest Weapon: With an explosive 250 kills, the RPG-7 takes the strongest weapon spot.
Weakest Weapon: With it's short length, and 10 kills, the Stiletto is the weakest weapon of this fight.