Kevin moved.
His hand never left his pocket. His finger was already on the trigger. He didn't even need to draw his gun, didn't need to aim.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Without a single word, Kevin frantically pulled the trigger through the pocket of his down jacket, firing at the figure in front of him.
The down jacket burst open in a cloud of cotton, the muzzle flash instantly scorching the fabric.
The savage grin hadn't even faded from the burly man's face when three blossoms of blood burst from his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief, and the gun he was about to fire slipped weakly from his hand.
"Fack! This kid's a psycho!"
His two accomplices were stunned. They thought a kid like him would know when to back down when threatened by three men, but they'd run into a maniac who valued money over his own life.
"Die! Just die!"
