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Then she kept walking.

I glanced at the thug with his hand on my neck.

He was still staring up at the fire and saying something to his buddy.

I took a deep breath –

Jammed the Smith & Wesson up under his jaw –

And pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A .22 is a small caliber bullet without a lot of power behind it. At least, not compared to a 9mm or a .357 round.

A .22 bullet has more than enough energy toentera person’s body but often not enough toexit–

Especially when you fire directly into their head.

What usually happens is the bullet ricochets around inside their skull, turning the victim’s brain to oatmeal.

Lars told us that in training.

He was 100% correct.

The thug collapsed to the ground without the bullet blowing its way through the top of his head.

In fact, the only blood was a fine mist from the entry wound that sprayed across my hand.

However, the gunshot wasloud.

Everyone around us screamed in terror and ran –

Except for the second gangster.

He looked at his fallen comrade first, then over at me.

The expression on his face was like a confused Golden Retriever.

When he saw the Smith & Wesson, he finally realized what was happening.

He reached for his shoulder harness –

But by then it was too late.

BANG!

I shot him in the right eye.

He went down screaming.

Once he hit the ground, he started flailing around –

So I fired again into the side of his head just to make sure.

BANG!

His body went limp.

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