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Smoke grabbed a dead body and hurled it off the bed of the pickup. He grabbed another body, released it into the air, and it crashed on top of the first.
Flies swarmed all over the dead bodies, and the morning heat delivered the rotten smell of decomposition.
He wiped the sand off of his hands and looked around the rival settlement. Men, women and children had gathered around, watching in horror.
“Time for a change,” Smoke said.
All around the gang settlement, guns clicked.
But then—
Zzzt!
Zzzt!
Zzzt!
Bullets zipped past him, and the area filled with smoke from the coil shots.
He stood and folded his arms, waited for the gunfire to stop.
When it did, enemy gang members fell onto the ground, groaning.
His men jumped off the pickup, their handcoils smoking.
“Like I said,” Sm
