Marco and I scrambled back into our car and drove after them. I tried to shoot out their tires, but they were returning fire too quickly for me to get a clean shot.
Six groups of our men trailed behind us, shooting at anyone they could.
Spotting an opening, I rolled down the window, keeping myself close to the car, cocked my shotgun, and fired.
The bullet hit perfectly, breaking the axle of the car directly in front of us. It wiggled, the driver over-corrected, and it flipped.
Marco immediately swerved around it, then gave my thigh a squeeze—a silent nod of praise—and I loaded the shotgun again. But it was too late.
Felipe and his men made it to the mansion and closed the electric gate in our faces.
Ramming it would be a death sentence. We’d make it through the barrier, but the barrage of bullets would be too much, even for the bulletproof SUV.
Marco immediately threw the car in reverse. Two of our men used their SUVs to cut in front of ours, forming a triangle of protection, and that’s where we made our stance.
Bullets rained around us as we dashed behind our vehicles.
I set the bazooka on my shoulder again, but Felipe’s men had one too, and they werefaster.
“Move!” Marco grabbed me and we raced behind another set of cars.
The rocket hit where we'd been standing, exploding three of our SUVs. I fired the bazooka, aiming for the fuel tank of one of Felipe’s vehicles.
His men weren’t able to escape the blast. They flew. Some hit the electric fence, and it fried them alive. Others hit the wall, another car, and some were only thrown to the ground.
Now was our chance.
“Advance!” Marco shouted, taking the first group of men with him.
I followed behind him with the second. “Check your vantage points!”
Marco was likely right that the sniper who shot him wasn’t part of Felipe’s team, but I still wanted all our bases covered.
We shot anyone that moved, but some of Felipe’s men had avoided the blast and fired back. It didn’t matter; they were on the losing side.
But that didn’t bring me any sense of relief. Instead, it made me more alert.
The moment Felipe realized his death was imminent was the moment he’d get desperate—and that’s exactly when he’d become dangerous.
We needed to limit whatever he could use against us and fast, or else things could shift into his favor.
I took out another two men, while Marco barreled through another five and we continued forward at a steady pace.
Then I saw Felipe.
His eyes were wild, panicked, and the moment our eyes met, he ran.
Shit!
I cocked my gun, following him with the muzzle, but the son of a bitch ran in a straight line behind his men! Using them as a shield to save his own skin, and no matter how many times I fired, I wouldn’t be able to get him.
I needed to change tactics,fast.
Diving to the ground, I set my gun up for the shot, waited until his scrambling legs nearly came into view, then pulled the trigger.
He went down,hard.
I fired again, but Felipe sat up, stabbing the man closest to him in the leg, forcing him to take my bullet in his place.
