T yson ran like a madman in an attempt to distance himself as much as possible from warehouse. While I was there he could shoot the head, so the consequences would have been the same. He was an idiot, had to acknowledge it. After two minutes of running, paused for breath, and took an energy replenisher. He felt again filled with energy, and was about to resume running when he heard the cars go to the dirt road from which it came. If it was the police, was safe. If they were mafiosi, was lost, they would find his car would be the end. "The car," he thought, had completely forgotten. If those machines were the mafia would cut off the only escape route and his car could not cross the stains. Approached However the road. Fortunately, cars were the police went out and hands up, and the party stopped, they were only two bats, with four men each, too few to commit to focus on the Mafia. The policemen approached him cautiously, and Tyson quickly explained what had happened. But the police do not cooperate, seeing armed thought it best to disarm, but do not have time. The poor policeman who was preparing to search, and was then behind him, was the first to be stunned. Goor was saved thanks to the human shield offered to unintentionally by that cop. Now he turned over the trunk of a wheel and got behind it, while about four Mafia pledged to fire agents remaining. "They were the ones inside the store," Tyson concluded. Then the armed Gatling and stood up. Thought it well to shoot a mobster, but the appalling rate of fire of Gatling's stopped that thought on the chest, before it reached the upper limbs: forty-two received bullets in a second, and fell to the ground. In the same gust fell another mobster, but the other two said from behind an olive tree, and then retired.
I left seven police officers, and probably stunned that he would, congratulated with Tyson, and finally gave him straight: after asking for reinforcements cautiously followed him to the warehouse, making a turn too wide. They did not see that far away a mobster, who was about to return from Ezio. Here Tyson thank you for washing the wheel of that car, but still remained in the van. Certainly, however, that there was space for both the drug mafia for all eight remaining (nine with Ezio), and even if they had come Goor would rather drink a glass of water that shoot at one of its wheels. So armed sniper rifle and pointed to the door of the warehouse. However, the Mafia did not leave: they had sensed the danger.
By Matthew Athanasius, Corato Alberto Munaretto John and Luca Dal Zovo
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