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Mack Bolan increased the Mustang’s speed, determined not to let Guerra’s men get away. Inside the large, nylon bag on the seat next to him was an arsenal of assorted weapons for making war.

Bolan raced toward the carnage ahead of him and slammed on the brakes at the last moment, swinging his vehicle around to the outside of the sedan as he reached into the bag and withdrew the MP-5. He depressed the trigger and swept the vehicle. The bodies of the gunners danced under the massive assault. Bolan then yanked an M-67 high-explosive grenade and tossed it casually into the interior, before putting the Mustang in Reverse and backing out.

The blast produced enough force to lift the car an inch or two off its wheels and settle it back to the pavement in a roaring crash.

That would teach Mario Guerra a lesson—make him realize he and his Hillbangers weren’t quite as invincible as they had thought. And Guerra would learn one more thing very soon.…

The Executioner was just getting started.