Bloc! Bloc! Bloc!
The gunman took three to the chest and swung his AK around. One last shot to his forehead snapped his head back and sent his brain spraying out the back of his skull. He fell over dead, lying on his back over another dead man’s body. The driver’s eyes bulged and his jaw dropped open. He threw his truck in drive and floored the pedal. The SUV squealed as it sped off. Homeboy on the ground followed the truck with his gun, blazing shots at it as it sped off.
Bloc! Bloc! Bloc! Bloc!
Bullets ripped through the back of the Yukon as it continued to speed down the block with the front
passenger door hanging open.
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Buuuzzzzzzz!
The hair-clippers made a loud buzzing sound as it handled the task that it was specifically crafted for. Malik stood before the men’s room mirror
