The bullet went straight into Marco's knee, shattering it, literally breaking it, and then into his shin, and his scream this time was now lighter, maybe because his body was already giving up on him.
"Questions huh?" James asked as he looked at Linda, who just stood there eyeing Marco's knee. She couldn't do anything to stop James, and she knew that even if he did something, the bullet would find her too. "Talk, my friend, say it… what you have for us."
But now he couldn't talk at all. The blood was still coming from his mouth as well as from his ear and nose, and he didn't even feel his lower half anymore. The bullet, the broken bones, and the bleach that they poured in his wound was doing its job.
