"Harry, have you ever killed anyone?"
"Once... A few billion, does that count?" Harry still had a joking smirk on his face.
The next moment, BANG! BANG! BANG! A barrage of bullets struck the backseat of the SUV, scaring the playful Harry so much he was scared stiff. He foolishly looked in the rearview mirror and discovered that at some point, eight ragged children had appeared behind them, holding rudimentary semi-automatic rifles and firing ferociously at them.
FK, this is for real! he thought. If it weren't for Dean's bulletproof SUV, he suspected he would have been killed by stray bullets.
Before he could react, screams erupted from all around. It turned out to be because of the recoil; the children's gun barrels wobbled chaotically, and bullets sprayed wildly, striking down a mother and daughter who had heard the gunfire and were trying to flee back to their home!
