Mona's POV:
The rain of bullets directed at me, halts a fucking inch distance to my body. I’m with my guns pointed down as I’ve been so far, and with my entire being standing on the hood of my car like a pissed off lion ready to give the fucking battle roar. Yeah, all bullets are halted in the fucking air, with rain drenching us all. Ha-ha! Oh….
And one of the fuckers, as they’re all in a fucking pause for what’s happening….
“What…the….”
“Say bye-bye now, pretty boys…. Ha-ha! Oh yeah…. Bullseye as fucking always, fuckers….” At next heavy thunder, all bullets turn trajectory back at them, and their heads get a bullet, sending them dead on their backs on the road, in the split of a second. They didn’t have time to realize what happened. They’re just dead now…. I said to not fuck with Pandora Angel…. I did give them a last chance, didn’t I? Who’s at fault? Not me….
And now, from one of the cars….
“Alright! Don’t shoot or we’ll gonna kill them! We’re getting down!”