Villarquez wanted to shoot again, but the crossfire from the 141th Special Battalion finally caught his exposed moment!
"Puff puff puff!" Several bullets viciously drilled into his body, and the tremendous impact slammed him against the wall.
He groaned, blood rapidly stained his tactical vest, but he didn't fall, his eyes burning with crazed fire, still trying to lift the gun barrel.
At that moment, under the cover of the 141th Special Battalion members, Carlos struggled to get up from the ground, somehow managing to obtain a small yet powerful sawed-off shotgun!
His face was a mixture of intense fear and hysterical madness as he let out an out-of-tune roar at Villarquez, who was leaning against the wall, covered in blood, just a few meters away, "Die! John!"
BAM!!—!
The shotgun roared at close range, deafening!
At such close distance, unless you are Iron Man.
