Then I heard two shots –
Blam blam!
– followed by triple shots from some kind of rifle.
Brat-tat-tat!
Brat-tat-tat!
As I neared the intersection, the cars thinned out a bit. Vehicles were pulling off onto side streets –
Giving me a clear view.
Up ahead, I could see a black Mercedes, the driver’s side of the hood bashed in like an accordion.
The windshield was shot out, and a bloody corpse was slumped over the wheel and deflated airbag.
To the right of the Mercedes was a black Cadillac SUV, parked at a slight angle.Itsdriver’s side hood was bashed all to hell, too.
Lars was crouched on the left of the Mercedes.
On the right side was aCamorrashooter with an AK-47.
He was coming around the front of the car.
In about three seconds, it was going to be him versus Lars.
Fuck THAT.
I floored it.
As I burst into the intersection, theCamorrabastard turned and saw me heading right for him.
He swung around and fired right at me, full auto.
BRATTATTATATTATAT!
My windshield went partially white with bullet holes –
But my aim was true.
I felt theTHUDof his body as I slammed into him –
And saw him fly up over the windshield.
I heard him clatter over the top of the car –
And watched in the rearview mirror as he tumbled over the trunk and landed somewhere behind me.
I slammed on the brakes –
Screeched to a stop –
And immediately put it in reverse.
Then I stomped on the gas.
Two seconds later, I felt aBUMP-BUMPas my left wheels went over him – first the rear tire, then the front.
