"If those guys come, I'll blow their heads off with my big gun."
A black man lifted his shirt, revealing a silver Desert Eagle inside.
"Business must go on; we've taken over this residential area, there's plenty of customers here."
"Of course, today's earnings are double what they used to be."
"Alright, stay vigilant and don't let your guard down."
The four of them were chatting.
Two motorcycles sped over, with four helmet-wearing guys on them.
The motorcycles passed by the Costa Ricans.
The rear rider raised an Uzi submachine gun, bang bang bang bang bang!
The trigger was pulled, with bright flames flashing from the muzzle.
The bullets flew towards the four like a swarm of bees.
Bang bang bang bang!
The bullets struck the ground leaving a row of black marks.
The Costa Ricans just noticed it and saw two gunmen firing simultaneously.
Shells fell to the ground.
Bam. The bullet pierced the black man's chest, a mist of blood rising from his torso.
Bam bam bam.
