Finally, the machine gunner runs out of ammo, and the man with the pistol emerges to cover for him.
Now is your moment. You peek your head out a few inches to see, and keep careful track of his shots. You know from Impish’s advice that there are only 5 bullets left in the man’s chamber.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Bingo.
You hurriedly yell at Lil Doorknob.
SHOOT!!! SHOOT AT HIM!!!
<Why you yellin’ at me nigga? Whatever, aight, aight!
He whips his gun around, levels it and fires.
It’s a direct headshot. The chud barely has time to react before he’s sent to Valhalla.
The car backs off. You breathe a sigh of relief. It’s finally over. They’re scared off, and you and your bull can retreat in peace.
