The assassin’s 50 magnum appeared obliquely, between tracks, smelling the air, as if the gun could recognize the Chief’s smell, and silently plowed the cool air in the crag.
The Chief did not see it. The gun did not see him. The Chief was going down with his head low and his hands high. The gun looked straight ahead, according to the brain’s logic. The Chief was worried about his life. The gun too was worried about the Chief’s life.
A scream from the general of the Narcos (who, from time to time, went out of the cargo car to yell at the men) made the Chief jump and the gun miss.
The Chief decided to go down quicker. The gun to search for a little longer.
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