I was about thirty yards away from Lewis, and we stared at each other in the dim light.
Lewis's face was resolute, and I pulled the trigger without hesitation.
I saw flames burst from the assault rifle in Lewis's hands, while the bullet from my pistol was already flying toward him.
Amid the "bang, bang, bang" of gunfire, bullets struck Lewis's cheek, shoulder, and right chest, while one hit my arm.
The bullet tore through my muscles, ripping off a large chunk of flesh.
Lewis wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest, so he was gravely injured and fell to the ground on his back.
I ran over, kicked his rifle away, and prepared to capture this commander alive.
Even though Lewis was severely wounded, I could still interrogate him for a lot of information before he died.
Lewis seemed to realize
