Before the guard could get as far as examining the boxes in the boot, Andrea had jumped out of the car and shot him dead before aiming at the other five guards who had come to inspect the car. Before the first could even hit the ground, they were all dead.
"Get down, Blanca," he ordered and I ducked behind the car as a whole fleet of Gustavo's men over on the bridge flooded out of the border control buildings and opened fire on us.
It was about thirty against one, and when Andrea stopped shooting momentarily to reload he barked something down his walkie talkie.
I heard the whip of bullets flying through the air and the clank of them hitting the car or the chime of them bouncing off the tarmac. It could only be so long before Andrea ran out of bullets and we'd be totally fucked.
But just as he threw his second gun onto the floor, completely rid of ammunition, and ducked behind the car next to me half a dozen or so trucks rolled in behind us.