The black jeep made its way and stopped casually fifteen-feet away. It's head-lights switched off, giving it an aura of mystery around the men watching it intently. The doors of the car were heard opening, and some footsteps followed.
"Switch on the fucken headlights." Tobias ordered. The BMW's headlights brightened the enemy, revealing a couple of men armed and standing behind the opened doors. Their faces concealed by the weapons they raised ahead of them. On the far left, a man wearing a white vest had squatted down with a Bazooka on his shoulder.
"What the f**k!" The dragonian gangsters groaned.
"s**t man, this motherfuckers gon blow us to bits!" Another one complained.
"Shut the f**k up!" Tobias warned without looking back.
"Bring him out the Van," Marcus ordered.
The gangster
