I go to blow up its head acting as an insane person thinking as a maniac I see they running and the shots blowing up to its sides police of a side to restrain the chaos badly they know that everything this programmed is a great conspiracy I knows but almost nothing I can make to only shoot in these pigs to reduce this dirty legion I shoot with my pistol glock g I can feel the anxiety in my body the sweat draining for the adrenalin and the pleasure in my heart for killing these bastards the night falls the blood drains for the streets carbonized bodies and mutilated to the end a deep one I silence without the most beautiful melancholy the sound of mine weapon blowing up its head
