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A gunman came through the window screaming

The Executioner threw himself flat as a wild, ragged spray of rounds slapped out in his direction. He hit the pavement hard and grunted.

Bolan thrust his arm out straight and rolled over onto his side as he tried to target the charging man. Still firing, the man shuffled toward the nominal protection of a dented car. He went to one knee behind the bumper of the dark blue vehicle and brought his weapon to his shoulder.

Bolan didn’t hesitate. He rolled onto his stomach and took his Glock in both hands. His first shot hit wide of the gas hatch. His second punctured it. A jet of gasoline shot out in an arc and splashed the ground.

Bolan squeezed his trigger twice and put two more bullets through the bleeding gas tank. The second bullet ignited the flammable gasses trapped inside. A ball of flame erupted and was followed hard by a wave of concussive force. It was like hell on earth.

Rebel Force

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