BANG, the Mercedes slammed into the pickup, and the pickup behind braked suddenly.
The machine gunner was aiming at our position, I pulled the trigger.
Thud!
The bullet pierced his head, blood splattered on the faces of the surrounding companions.
Kelly Ella stood up from the other side of the bushes, holding an assault rifle, she pulled the trigger.
Thud thud thud thud!
A dense sound rang incessantly, bullets penetrated the pickup's glass, blood sprayed in the cockpit, and the windshield was painted red.
"Damn it!" Gustavo looked ahead, the driver passed out.
The pickup behind was raided, his men were all dead.
He watched me walk out from the bushes, nearly grinding his teeth; Gustavo picked up his silver Desert Eagle, angrily looking at me, he grabbed the phone to call the police station.
He even gave me the middle finger.
He thought I couldn't kill him.
Maybe, his car was bulletproof.
SO What?
