BANG! BANG! BANG!
The two men, who had been partners just moments ago, opened fire on each other. One was riddled with dozens of bullets, while the other took four or five shots himself.
The one hit by the submachine gun couldn't hold on any longer. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, curling up before quickly going still.
Leader Old Mo had been hit four or five times. The shots to his chest were one thing, but one bullet had entered the front of his neck. Blood gushed out uncontrollably. He clutched his throat, his anger yet to fade, but the strength was already draining from his body.
Leader Old Mo fell to the ground, his submachine gun clattering beside him. A moment later, he stopped breathing.
The last Mexican gang member stared in astonishment at the scene before him. He simply couldn't comprehend how things had devolved into this in just a few short seconds.
