Silence once again as the sicario just stared at Hector's eyes… the eyes full of certainty… the eyes that showed he was truly devoted to a family… a family that is the Bellini, the mafia.
"It's truly respectful, Hector." He smirked. "I was worried you would turn into a rat, but you know I had the hope that now you will die in a respectful way, a way of a warrior, of a gangster." He aimed at his head. "Goodbye, Hector, we will meet in Hell when the time comes."
A pull of a trigger… a loud sound that echoed through the starry night… yeah, a loud one… not the same silenced pistol.
"Huh…" The sicario slowly looked down, pushing his hands toward his left side… and blood was just pouring out… and then another shot came.
And another, and another.
Three loud shots that were just ear-hurting, sound so loud that it could be heard blocks away… and with it bullets that hit the sicario, one in the shoulder, the second went past his head, and the third into his thigh.
