>I get behind cover
>I fire off my M4A1
>one of them blind fires from cover, I see a blinding light as the brown hand in the distance lights up like a spark, a rain of bullets showers towards me
>I duck behind the worn out truck, it's seen better especially, and today won't be one of those nice days.
>Thankfully, the truck took most of the bullets. They were small rounds, I could tell. Because not one pierced the underside of it as it was flipped over to it's side, infact just a few minutes ago this was my car
>you see, long story short I was in cartel land. White, and a tourist. Well, not just any tourist. I was honestly just after some adventure.
>And I got it. I was hoping more of a "meet some pretty ladies and for $50 a 1 hour romance could blossom in a motel 6" but I guess i'd be unloading something different tonight.
>As I said before, most of the bullets hit the truck. Most. Somehow like the magic bullet from the JFK assassination, one bullet managed to get around my cover and hit me just under the armpit
>"ouch" I thought, but a lot more dramatic than that. even with a thin shell of body armor protecting me, I still felt it, and i'd say I probably took at least 60% of that bullet still more or less.
I get behind cover
>unfortunately, none of my bullets seem to hit him, or the other 2 bozos he had with him infact. And when you're one guy with one injury it suddenly feels like whatever you're up against has been doubled.
> My adrenaline pumping way too fast right now for me to feel the bullet that hit me, I check my magazine quickly. Afterall i'm no expert. I'm just an American who wanted an adventure. Boring life, boring wife, boring everything.
> The mag looked like it maybe had around 5-7 bullets left give or take. I wasn't sure because I could barely hear myself think with those other two idiots shooting at me.
>I came prepared though, as I rolled into Mexico I got my supply of guns I had waiting for me at the border. I won't say how I did it but let's just say I didn't have any problems crossing the border.
>I was armed to the death, I could have been mistaken for a SWAT officer or something.
>These guys weren't here just to rob me, they wanted me. You ever heard of those tourists that get kidnapped in Mexico? and basically just made to be drug slaves for the rest of their lives or worse? yeah that shit exists. I was too paranoid about that shit. I didn't even take a dangerous road. But i'm too paranoid to have not come to this semi shithole country unprepared.
>75
lmao 75 lmao
>Roll back about 20 minutes or so ago, out of nowhere my car is slammed into and despite dressing like I was about to go raid a an actual drug cartel I wasn't actually expecting this to happen. Did he see me through the window and thought I was an actual SWAT officer and just felt like icing me? was he bored? did he want something? maybe he just wanted all my cool gear? couldn't blame him honestly because the trunk had even more where that came from. And like a Hound he must have sniffed it out. More than likely seeing a valuable opportunity to expand his groups "business"
> It took a good few bumps, but I was finally flipped over. I honestly could not believe what was happening. the car flipped and managed to flip right over onto a flat looking boulder. Whether it was an act of God or luck was on me because it made scrambling out of the car that much easier.
>I couldn't believe I managed to pull it off but it was like I was in a dream. Dazed,dizzy, and confused I scrambled out of the car like an action hero undoing my seatbelt and using my tactical knife to puncture a hole in the airbag so I wouldn't be stuck. I already had my glock as my sidearm. As soon as I siddled out of the car with thankfully the boulder on the passanger side, I dropped to the ground.
>I felt more dizzy from doing that, not a smart move. But I realize I had to act quickly. I came absolutely prepared, my car keys in one of the pockets on my utility belt I had more my armor
>I could hear the sound of an engine, I scrambled for my sidearm pistol, using the wrong hand on the wrong side of my body
>this wasn't time to fuck around now I told myself. Still feeling dazed and hurt from falling out of the seat like that. It was only a couple of feet but even with the knee and shoulder pads it hurt. I am not an actual cop, I told myself.
>I finally reached for the gun, using my left hand for some reason and fired wildly as the car engine roaring toward me started to veer off to the side
I know I didn't do any real damage. And it almost made me suspect that he didn't know I was armed because I don't think he was expecting me to fire back at him like that.
>His intent was to run me over. I just know it. He wasn't planning to enslave me as some drug bitch or worse, He was flat out planning to kill me. Why though? were they just common thugs who needed some quick cash from a stupid tourist? has this place really turned to shit that fast?
>I laid on the ground on the side of my face for a second. The car and rock keeping me protected both partially from the grueling hot sun above me and the angry human beings in the Cadillac I most likely just created an expensive repair job for.
> Like a boxer, after about 5 seconds I realize I need to get up and get back into the fight. I get up wobbling and nearly falling down again.
>"shit, FUCK!" I tell myself. Calling myself a fool, "holy shit this is too real for me now." I tell myself.
>I limply hold my glock in my hand, realizing I probably unloaded most if not all of the gun when I panic fired at the car.
>I scramble for my keys in my front pocket, my helmet took most of the impact as well but I was clearly fucked up from the crash.
>I unlock the trunk of the car, I hear a voice in the backround aways, but not far enough away. Yelling angrily.
>that's when my heart rate really went up.
>"oh my god i'm gonna di-" trying not to finish that sentence in my head. I was armed to the teeth, but still absolutely terrified which being armed may have been the only thing making me from absolutely panicking.
>I had practiced at the range, took boxing classes, Tried everything to prepare for this but prepared I wasn't. I could literally be killed in the blink of an eye right now.
>I reached into the trunk and saw most of my guns piled up in the bottom part of the trunk, when the car flipped up against the rock most of the guns fell downward.
>I grabbed my M4, and a few other guns I stood up against the car
>And now we are where we currently are. Still relatively dizzy and dazed. Which is why I missed my first firing of this little M4 I got here, and now this, an actual injury.
>I wasn't a complete idiot though. I had took some training for when something like this would happen.
>I ran over to the front of the car where the window was. I aimed down the sight, peeking from the side and aimed down the red dot sight attachment I had on it. As soon as one of them popped up up from behind their car I lifted my sight up as quick as I possibly could and fired a burst of bullets.
>it was nothing like I had ever felt before, not sex, a promotion, money, or even a good meal could compare to this. I wouldn't admit it, but even the birth of my 1st child wasn't even comparable. As I fired I held onto the grip and the barrell as hard as I could, resisting the monsters urge to look up too high and miss my target.
>splinters of metal and holes formed on the cadillac they were driving. I wasn't a good shot by any means, but it didn't matter because when you are using an automatic rifle at around 70-80 yards you don't have to be that good honestly.
>blood showered the rust blue Cadillac
>I couldn't see him from the distance I was at. But if I could I would have realized that 3 of my bullets hit him. One in the bottom part of the neck, one that skimmed the left side of his temple, and the directly through the left shoulder blade.
>For what I could not see, I could hear. If that bullet had not hit his neck I am not sure if he would have been able to keep fighting. But he was clearly suffering, and I had wish his comrades had put him out of his misery because I sure did. But I did not get to hear the gurgling for long as I could hear another shower of bullets. One of them sounding meaner than the other..I knew exactly that sound
>It was a shotgun. And it wasn't using buckshot. These guys were serious.
who are you even fucking quoting dude?
>The armor I had wasn't real swat armor, or even military armor. I cheaped out and honestly I shouldn't have. But in all honesty I really didn't think something like this would happen. Not in a million years.
>I had bought standard body armor. Like police grade. Meant to stop 9mm handguns, weak stuff. Depends on the state your in but over where i'm from let's just say open and carry isn't really a thing so what you're dealing with are generally thugs with low calibur rounds.
>This was different though, not like my body armor could take anything more than a pistol you could probably buy at a wal-mart, this was a shotgun. And another issue was...it was using slugs.
>Slugs may not have the spread that a regular buckshot would. But it is a much more powerful, compact bullet that also has better range.
>I was in trouble. And just as I thought that to myself I heard what I dreaded and what I wished I had invested in but didn't.
>The roar of an AK erupted the battlefield, muting every other noise and filling everyones ears. I felt worse for his friends more than myself as they must have been right beside him when he fired that thing off
> I rolled over to the left, barely dodging a bullet as one went through the front part of the car I was taking cover with and a line of dirt kicked up into the air as I rolled, I saw the bullet scorch the ground it was making contact with.
>If it wasn't for that rock I very well may have been dead. More bullets than I was comfortable with made it through the car. Miraculously as if God had his hand over me had blessed me with not a single one making contact with my flesh.
>I realized I needed to show them what it was like to make swiss cheese.
>I got out my next rifle in my car, the FAMAS. Straight from France itself. Flaws and all.
>And a box that said "Armor piercing rounds."
>It was almost funny really, like I actually laughed. First a shotgun with a slug in it. And then an AK47 of some kind
>I just couldn't fucking believe it.
>I went to grab my gun, hoping that he had emptied that magazine but it sure did sound like it
>I didn't waste any time trying to see if I could hear the clicking of a mag dropping to the ground from their side, and wasted no time putting the FMJ rounds into my pouch, and taking the spare mags and the FAMAS itself.
> Fitted with a grip, and ACOG site. I was ready for battle..I hoped.
> I knew what I was in for. This gun was an absolute monster and one of the reasons why it was prone to jamming and breaking down was due to the insane firing right and the firing system not being traditional.
> I popped out from behind the car and started strafing right and began firing at nothing but the caddilac.
>I could hear the metal tearing off the car, making it lose some girth in the proccess.
>But I could not hear one human screaming out in pain or the sound of rounds hitting flesh
>As I sweeped the barrell across the car, As I was nearing the rock up against the middle part of the car I was met met with a shotgun blast
>By the miracle of God again I was spared. But something absolutely ridiculous happened. He got a clean shot on the FAMAS I was using..
>It stopped functioning immediately. It wasn't so dramatic as breaking into a 1000 pieces but some of it did splinter off and the fact I had this goofy combat helmet on is what saved my ass. I could feel the chips of metal bounce off my helmet and even a few hitting the glass shield visor over the helmet.
> I ducked and realized I needed to move. Could I see anything I could use as cover?
>there was a fairly large rock over to the right, honestly providing much better cover than I currently had to work with.
>It could cover my whole body, and their bullets, even if FMJ couldn't cross what looked like around 8 feet of thickness of the rock reaching to their side.
Interesting thread
>today was the day I became a real man I told myself
>37, two kids, no sex from the wife, like ever now. I had enough of this. at 25 I thought I had life figured out. I got married, and had my first child a year later
>But it became mundane. The grind of it all
>I wanted adventure again, I wanted to feel alive again
>I wanted to get in trouble, break the law, do SOMETHING.
>I didn't wanna end up in prison though.
>So I figured...hey, why not go around in Mexico and dress up as a heavily armed guy? why not? i'd get some weird looks, respect. And I could explain myself to the police as that crazy guy.
>I might get in trouble but i'd just explain myself.
>Maybe i'd find someone that will actually fuck me.
>Maybe I won't have a kid that's awkward as hell and that I can't relate to at all, and even when I try to connect with him he just doesn't want to, ever.
>one child is 12, the other is 2.
>Life is so meaningless.
>Without Chaos, we waste our lives doing meaningless tasks
>chained to whatever fate we think we need, but not what we want.
>I could die young today.
> I did track and field when I was a teenager, how hard could it be? I told myself.
>I was filled with courage and fear at the same time.
>But it was two kinds of fear, a fear of going back to my life, but also losing it.
>I couldn't be gone forever. As much as I hate everything I don't think I could just abandon my kids...my wife...maybe. I just can't believe 10 years passes like that. Life really is short, even 5 years to me feels like 20.
>I laughed at myself, at the fact I was having a mid life crisis in the middle of all this shit going on right now.
> I knew one of them was on empty, one of them was dead or clearly in the state of dying, and the other had a shotgun with god knows how many of those slugs left. I didn't know what type of shotgun he was using. But I knew it had slugs.
>I had one last idea
>It would make me slower, but goddamnit I had to try
>this is stupid
>I am stupid
>I should just run across
>fuck!
>fuck fuck fuck!
>fuck..
>I looked at the backseat...I kept this specially in the backseat and not the trunk. Most of the equipment in the trunk had been shot up I managed to get only one other gun with the FAMAS when I was scrambling for it
>I managed to take my TAR-21, or the tavor.
>It had a reflex sight, grip, and even a lazer sight and flashlight. It really was tactiCOOL for lack of a better word. I even had the damn thing printed in jungle camo because why not?
>I had 1 extra ammo for the tar. 2 extra glock mags, and whatever was left in the glock itself.
>I checked the glock. It had about 4-5 bullets left.
>I quickly threw the TAR sling over my shoulder and reached into the back seat..
>I pulled out the large ballistic shield from the backseat.
>it weighed 20lbs and with all this other shit I had one, trust me I felt it. But I trained for this. When I could get away from my family I would train by putting on all sorts of heavy shit, sometimes i'd even get a bunch of rocks, fill packsacks with them and try and just..run, strafe, crawl, do everything.
>I trained for a year straight. Maybe to you that doesn't sound like a lot. But it was for me.
>I trained and I still fucked up
> I held out the shield with my left hand, and arming my right with the glock.
>I felt like a knight in shining armor, but unfortunately, I was nearly swallowed by the dragon.
>The man popped out from behind the car and I could see him clearly. And honestly as disappointed as I am to say this and as you may be to hear this, he looked like the spitting image of someone from the cartel.
>His golden chained necklace glistened in the hot Mexican heat.
>one of his teeth clearly did to, which seemed to be the same color as his necklace. Most likely made from the same material to: Gold
>The other thing that bounced off the sun were his sunglasses.
>His black muscleshirt showed off his muscular structure, he seemed thin but wasn't weak looking if that makes sense.
>his fairly brown skin sweated in the hot heat. I couldn't tell on my end due to all the clothes and armor I was wearing.
>I certainly REALIZED how hot it was though when I realized how overdressed I was, and panting and sweating. Which is probably what threw me off.
>He fired shot wildly, two shots. One bounced off the shield richoetting off of the bulletproof window that was etched into the ballistic shield, significantly dampening my vision as the cracked glass stood strong, it flooded most of the left side of the window making me unable to see most of what was on the left side behind my armor.
>for his two shots I traded 5 of mine..
>his second slug hit my shield
>I was ready to learn how to shoot a gun, and to have the dexterity and and speed, and quick thinking needed to survive. I trained constantly 3 years straight. As if I was at a police academy, 3 days a week, then 4. constantly making excuses to my family why I was gone so much.
>On the weekends it was easy, but during the weekdays I had to figure out more excuses as that soon grew to 5 days a week, then 7. After work even just 2-3 hours of training to get in, I would do it.
>It was all self training. I watched youtube videos, read books, watched documentaries. I wanted to know how to be a soldier. A warrior.
>But what I was not ready for, and I will quote Rocky "It's not about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can GET hit." resonated in my mind, what I was not ready for was that slug making contact with me.
>Not even with me, but the shield. I nearly felt the wind get knocked out of me as I flew on my back, my trigger finger wildly still hitting the glocks trigger even though it had been on empty for about 3 seconds now.
>I felt myself get knocked back and slam into the hot dirt as I felt my shield hit up against me, again thankfully my armor and helmet taking a lot of the blunt force.
>I could see a dent in the shield, the metal bending inward ever so slightly
>if that AK hits my shield it won't take it.
I emptied the mag and began tucking my legs in and trying to curl up into the shield as much as possible.
>With all my might as if I was at the gym lifting weights, I let loose a gigantic breath and raised my foot and left arm as if I was fending off a Goliath, and raised my shield up.
>Now that I had my other foot dug into the sand. And the other up against the shield as if I was ready to take on the cavlary, I clicked the empty mag button on my glock.
>The empty mag dropped to the ground and I put the glock down temporarily.
>I felt another Slug bounce off the shield, this time I could see a tiny incision in the metal.
>Not as bad as the other but almost worse in some ways, this slug once against rocked me.
>I reach over with my right hand, undoing the undoing the pouch incase of an emergency, and get my other glock mag out.
>I slam my foot onto the glock to hold it in place.
>I then use my free hand to push the glock mag into the gun.
>16 fresh bullets, ready to rock.
>right as I do this the man with the AK pops out. I will spare you the details but he more or less looks like the other man. Just with a bandana over his mouth and a palette swap of the other guys clothes, different colors and all.
>He seemed to have more tattoos coating his bare arms though..
>As I see him pop out I jump up off the ground, shield over my left arm and I open fire on him
>he unleashes a small burst onto me before I collapse to the ground.
>a lot of his rounds missed. but 3 managed to get a passing grade...unfortunately for me.
>If I wasn't firing back I may have been thrown into a hole somewhere out in the Mexican wasteland by now.
>One had gone through the shield and hit me in the lower abdomen. With the shield and the armor it slowed it down a bit. But I was hurting.
>Like really bad.
>Almost making the mistake of focusing on the man I just fired at, The other man with the shotgun was crouched low near the front of their cadillac. I didn't know it but I had fired 9/16 bullets I had in the glock.
>the shield only partially covering my left half, I fell over onto my side
>as the man with the shotgun leaned out from the front of the car on the other side, And only seeing the outline of the target and not anything in particular itself. I unloaded the remaining rounds into my would be attacker with the shotgun.
>he managed to take cover as I fired, but not fast enough. I got him.
>most had hit him in the left to mid section of the torso, one scratched his flesh off the side of his body, and one had went directly if it had been on the other side, would have ended this pre maturely for him. I missed his heart.
>Damn.
>The TAR on my back, I couldn't or didn't have enough time to get at it. His mag was still at least half full and I was still a few feet from the rock. At this point I was absolutely fucked beyond all belief.
>I saw this in a movie once, thinking how fucking retarded this was and how this was never gonna work.
>I had to try though, I had to fucking try. Holy shit I am going to die.
>I want to see my family again
>I don't want this
>fuck
>My knife I had with me, also had a little feature I didn't mention before.
>It was a ballistic knife.
>highly illegal, you press a button and the knife will pop out of the handle and literally fly across, like a projectile.
>I wanted to hit his throat to guarantee a kill.
>I wasn't going to have a movie moment
>I was going to die, like a fucking idiot here.
>This piece of shit is gonna kill me and continue being a fucking parasite not only to my country but the country he lives in as well
>And i'll die for nothing.
>But isn't that what I was doing anyway?
>Is it better to die with a stupid purpose? or no purpose at all?
>What is life really about anyway? what do I want? what do any of us want?
>Could I change? how?
>We fear drastic change, that's why society sucks.
>It's why I suck.
>It's why these cartel asshole sucks.
>Everything fucking sucks.
>Fuck it
>I'm done
>I raise my knife
>Aim true
>and fire.
>"Oh...no..."
>It missed.
>His throat
>But I wasn't filled with sorrow, or my final thoughts right before a shower of led entered my mortal flesh, but relief.
>First met with disbelief, but actual relief afterward.
>And maybe you find this sick, but also celebration.
>I hit him in the heart.
>I actually started laughing like a maniac, like I was one of those drooping fools who find humor in sitcoms.
>The bullet that missed, the knife hit.
>His eyes widened, words wanted to come out of his mouth but none came.
>He fell sideways onto the his bullet riddled cadillac and slumped down off the car onto the ground.
>It didn't take long for the life to leave his eyes.
> I got up off the ground. Injured, hurting, blood coming out of my wound. But laughing, and crying.
>I could not stop laughing and crying. I was like a 14 year old girl with BPD. I couldn't actually believe what had just happened.
>I started to laugh harder, and harder, until I sounded like an evil scientist.
>I didn't care
>I took the TAR sling off my body and literally danced around like a circus clown, laughing, crying, and just..
>celebrating
>The pain leaving my mind as my adrenaline and energy still at it's high.
>Then I did something uncharacteristic, even for me.
>I took my TAR and loomed over the groaning man, tossing and turning on the ground near his dead friend.
> Like in a movie, like a hero looming over the bad guy. I looked down on him as if he were man and I was God.
>I wanted to say something, but almost didn't know what to. a "hm" escaped my lips, and a small breath but not much else.
>I figured because they fucked with me first, and he was fucked anyway I could basically just do what I wanted, so I turned basically flipped him over onto his back.
>pain and fear was in his eyes.
>he eyed the TAR in my one hand.
>He tried speaking, but his speech was stuttered and weak due to the damage I had caused him.
>Yeah I know how you feel, i'm hurting to, I said.
>He tried to speak again, but even if he could speak normally I couldn't understand anyway as he was clearly speaking spanish.
> I don't know if you can understand me, but you're gonna die here today. For all you did, understand?
>I looked him in the eye as I told him this. weak spanish escaped his lips once again.
> Part of me almost wanted to talk to him, in an odd way I sort of had an odd kindred spirit with this man. We both craved adventure, he was a drug pusher, and I was a hero, protecting these lands from scum like him.
>I almost wanted to let him free, but that was a lie.
>I wanted to see what it was like to kill a man.
>And he was a bad man, so it's not as if it mattered anyway.
>I looked down at him and raised my rifle.
>His coarse breathing and speaking got more rapid and desperate as he weakly put his hands up.
>I pulled the trigger and didn't let go.
>I held down the trigger until the piercing sounds stopped. And all was quiet within nature again.
>If you could hear past the bullets, you would have been able to hear me laughing.
>it was almost louder than the rounds turning the once man, into something else.
>Like a work of art, the man was a red velvet and brown shade of what once made up the matter that was him.
> I stared at the man for a few seconds..
>I walked over to my car, panting,holding the rifle with one hand and using my hand to cover my wound with the other.
>I reached into my car's backseat and pulled out a waterbottle. I drank it as if it was the last one on earth and slumped up against the car.
>I drank my fill, and took the hot helmet off of my head and poured the last of the water over my head.
>I still kept my armor on though, no, I was too paranoid.
> Not sure what to do next, would the cadillac work? was it too shot up? would my own car still work even? I don't think I was gonna die but it fuckin hurt.
>Suddenly as that thought began and finished. I could hear...civilization off in the distance.
>o-oh...fucking...thank god...yes...god you...thank you..
>Sirens began to fill the air, replacing the gunshots prior. Two squad cars rode up towards where I was. Sitting and leaned up against my car.
>The cars stopped a few feet away from me,
> four men came out, 2 in each car. Two of them were wearing all black and simply had black caps on. The other two had camouflage and body armor on, they looked like soldiers. Kinda like I did. Dark glasses covered all of the officers eyes.
> Two of the men, one of the ones in camo and the other in the black clothes and cap came up to me and kneeled down over me.
>"Hey Gringo..you alright?" one of them said to me in english.
>my eyes tired, I nodded and said "yeah"
>He nodded slightly at me, then looked at the man in camo and nodded at him. The man in black looked older, a wrinkled face and mustache, and almost seemed fatherly in a way but still strict and professional like a police officer should.
>"We gonna get you some help Gringo, ok? you from America?"
>I figured at this point I couldn't lie. I could end up going to jail, but whatever, fuck it. Honestly I just want something new in my life. Not my family, no, anything but that. I want to live.
>I nodded slightly, tired, and slow, and said "yeah" again.
>He walked over to the other two men, and they seemed to be talking.
>All four of the men came up to me, and the ones in camo and helmets and decked out gear helped me up off my feet, one of each picking me up by the arms slowly.
>I winced out in pain, finally feeling the wound in my body.
>The older, kinder looking officer I mentioned yelled out something in spanish to the men holding me up and then to the other officer in black.
>The other officer in black ran towards his cruiser
>The man brings back what looks like a bottle of bourbon
"The older officer in black begins speaking to me, telling me that they don't have enough medical supplies with them to help them. But they can take me back to the station where I can get help.
>"I know you Americans like drinking, look drink this drink this it will help ease the pain, just temporarily. It's good it's good drink it. We need you to answer us just a few questions ok?"
>I wanted to argue, as much as I didn't want to go back to my family I also didn't want to go to jail. But we both knew I was in a desperate situation and I just wanted help. I had brought medical supplies and despite practicing a little bit, there was no way I was gonna try and pull out potential shrapnel from inside my body.
>I nodded and didn't say anything. Just taking a gulp.
>The older officer said something to the military looking officers and one of them helped me down the burbon. Admittedly it did take the sting off a little and relatively quickly to.
>We made it over to the bodies of the three men.
>The two military officers opened the door of the cadillac and gently put me down on the front side of the car so I could be somewhat comfortable and answer their questions.
>I held my gut. keeping the bleeding somewhat under control but I couldn't do this forever.
>"Ok Gringo, I need to ask you a few things ok? first off. We don't care why you're here, really I don't give a shit, he don't give a shit, none of us actually give a sheet ok Gringo?"
>My head was low, I was tired, and just wanted to get to an ambulance.
>"Hey...Gringo, look up ok?"
>I did what he said, just barely. He was so soft spoken but with an air of authority to his voice. I almost felt hypnotized, as if whatever he asked me to do I would do it.
>"These men were Cartel, we know this very much. Gringo, what happened?"
>I didn't tell them why I was in Mexico or why I was decked out in a bunch of gear. One thing you need to understand about law enforcement, and this goes for anywhere, don't answer questions you weren't asked as you're just incriminating yourself further.
>I explained to him that I was driven off the road by a car full of maniacs and then was shot at. I realized how ridiculous it probably was me saying this due to the fact I was decked out in crazier shit than these guys were
>The older officer looked at me for a solid 10 to 20 seconds, and then let out a sigh.
>"Alright Gringo, Alright alright I think I get everything now."
>He seemed to be satisfied. Which I was thankful for because I really wanted to get into a warm bed, maybe have something warm to eat as well, and just fall asleep and wake up the next day realizing i'm a new man now. And i'll finally be able to tell my kids something I did was worthwhile.
>One of the military men started speaking to the old officer and the old officer looked at him and responded, they both spoke spanish and this went on for about 30 seconds to a minute
>It felt much longer than that though, as I was still very weak and was starting to get frustrated now as well from how long this was all taking.
>The old officer spoke to me.
>"Gringo, here is the thing. We aren't going to charge you or put you in prison so you don't need worry about that ok?"
>I smiled a little "ok, thank you." I said, having a small sigh of relief.
>"But the thing is Gringo, well uh.."
>He paused for a moment. As if trying to find the right words.
>"When you shot up that car, when you guys shot each other right?"
>I looked at him, suddenly a wash of worry came over me and my eyebrow raised.
>"well you see my friend we have business here, like we do business you know? sometime sometime you know because it help us out, it help our famileeeeeeee out, you know?"
>I knew exactly what he meant right then and there, but at the same time I had no idea.
>"Well Gringo my American friend, when you shot up the car you also shot up a package I had in there going to someone..."
>Fear began to fill my body, the same fear that occurred when I was fighting the cartel members.
>A cold sweat began to roll down my head and my expression went blank, I could not blink, I could not speak, My lips were pursed. I was hoping for God to come a 4th time.
>I knew exactly what was going to happen.
>"Gringo...you shot up the package. Look over there Gringo."
>He pointed towards the trunk of the cadallic I was now sitting in, one of the military men opened the back and the older man got me to get up, he gently helped me up and helped me walk over to the back of the car.
>Bullet holes, everywhere, dotting massive clear bags of a bright white powder, pouring from the teared holes like waterfalls crashing down into the depths below.
>"It is no good to us Gringo.."
>The older officer said.
> I closed my eyes momentarily, and then opened them again. So ho-
>
Before the 37 year old man, married with two children and a wife could finish his thought, a bullet had entered through the back of his head, exiting through the other side.
>He fell to the ground, dead.
>One of the men in military garb had pulled out a pistol, and shot him in the back of the head execution style.
>"we can't have an American body laying around,I get rid of that. Leave the others, but first I want that car flipped over to make it look more normal. I want it to look like someone got away here. You hear me? I want it to look like a murder not a crazy man from America coming and killing our local degenerates, and our second paycheques! ok!?" the kind older Mexican officer broke his fassad and had a much more impatient and much more authoritarian sound to his voice now.
>The other 3 men took the body of the 37 year old American man and put him in the trunk of one of the squad cars. The older officer got into his squad car as the other three men dealt with the bodies. The older officer drove off into the sunset towards an unspecified area of the Mexican dessert, turning on the radio to drown out his own thoughts of his conflicting nature.
THE END.
faggots
that's a nice story but who are you quoting?
me
I proof read it a bit and it has some grammar errors I have to fix.
Just working on your reddit stories?
But in all seriousness good story.
>you see
I just like writing about cool stuff like action and betrayal and I even had a couple of influences this time.
m,4,a,1 ......... thousand miles an hour . . .
Well was a bad ass story would love to read more keep it up!
ya most of the inspiration came from that one gun fight when Tuko fights Hank in Breaking Bad,Hotline Miami, and Tarantino movies.
(dubs! wooh!)
who r u quotey?
OP here. I need to fix some grammar mistakes and some weird consistency issues(for example I detailed that the MC had a truck but then it's a car somehow later in the story? or how I mentioned 3 bullets hit him when he's holding the shield but only 1 actually hit him and was mentioned in the story in greater detail.)
I had this idea of continuing it today about the Mexican cop who kills the main character, but I couldn't think of anything interesting.
Me. I sometimes write.
who quote