Franklin, cool as ever, grips his pistol, a glint in his eye that matches the challenge ahead. By his side, Chop, his loyal Rottweiler, mirrors the intensity. Fur bristling, teeth bared, Chop is a ferocious blur of muscle ready to back up Franklin at a moment’s notice. Together, they’re a streetwise duo, a force to be reckoned with on the mean streets of Los Santos.