*****
Being cornered by the popo as he was, Lemora, the notorious thief, well known by the people of Los Cabos as 'Night wind,' couldn't do anything but watch as the bullet came and entered between his eyes brow. The blood oozed out, daubing his sweated forehead with bright crimson blood, marking a perfect red dot.
It was a strange experience for him, a bizarre amalgam of fright and excitement. Of course, painful too. However, the pain didn't last long. Just for a couple of winks, the din of cops died away, and his senses left him numb and alone.
A deep silence engulfed our thief as he watched his body hit the floor like a puppet whose tie got snapped. His empty handgun fell out of his hand.
(A handgun is a weapon used by earthlings forged using gimcrackery and alchemy)
