The shot was perfectly lined up, and made from a significant distance—almost fifty meters—and in semi-darkness.
The shooter raised his head from the scope of his rifle and grinned at the comrades who sat next to him, who grinned back at the shooter's precision.
There were ten men in total, who had stealthily walked here on foot from a van that stopped a few hundred meters away.
After their informant told them about the truck being in movement, and the lookouts confirmed it, they went to intercept it immediately; although it was only now that the squad actually reached it.
All of them had tan skin, dark hair, and unmistakable features of Hispanic heritage, which they were proud of. Although outside of their "own" districts, many white people would look down on them, these gangsters took their revenge by robbing them and their fat wallets.
From their perspective, this attack was the same thing—both for money and for pleasure.
There never was much love between Cuatro Angulos and King Lion Gang, but tension increased after recent deaths of some people from Cuatro Angulos. Even if they weren't important, it didn't matter.
Them being killed by a single white guy just proved that King Lion Gang was full of assholes that deserved their territory being taken away by Cuatro Angulos. The rest was greed.
<We are just in time, guys!> the group's leader, a lean man with brass beads in his long dreadlocks, said in Spanish. <Get them and the truck before these pale worms realize what's going on! Shoot to suppress, but don't hit the truck!>
With nods and "yes, sir!" of acknowledgement, the strike team charged toward the parked truck.
Although they took plenty of people—just in case—the plan of Cuatro Angulos relied on swiftness rather than brute force.
Why would they wait for the weapons to be unloaded if they could steal the entire truck much easier and faster?
The Cuatro Angulos thugs opened the garage doors wide and rushed out, wildly shooting at the enemy gangsters. They didn't bother aiming precisely, instead suppressing the enemy with a barrage of shots.
The people from King Lion Gang shouted in fright and pain as seemingly endless bullets flew around them and at them. Acting on instinct, they went for the first cover they saw, which wasn't always the nearest or the best.
"We are under attack!"
Cuatro Angulos people, though, had more people and thus more guns and more bullets—they were still overwhelming the King Lion thugs.
For some of them, this only meant more desperation and rage.
A King Lion thug, a short man with wild eyes, a dozen of scars, and a bleeding graze right over his ear, ran right out of his cover, which prevented him from aiming and firing properly.
"Fuck you! DIE, DIE, DIE!" he shouted on top of his lungs.
He pressed the trigger of his automatic pistol, spraying bullets at the enemies, who didn't have much cover to hide behind.
Almost each shot found its target, and the wild volley killed two people and wounded another one in the leg.
But at the same time, more than a dozen bullets flew through the man's body, turning him into a swiss cheese. Yet even in death, he kept squeezing the trigger of his gun, although it now ran empty.
In all that carnage, despite the efforts of Cuatro Angulos, a few stray bullets went through the truck with weapons. They left holes in its body, and although nothing important was hit, the Cuatro Angulos leader looked at it with alarm.
<These bastards! C'mon, push forward and take them down! Focus fire on the left one!>
The attack squad became even more focused. There were only two enemies left, and they focused their fire on one of them.
This made him hide fully behind a concrete car stopping block, which was crumbling under the onslaught.
Then, one of the Cuatro Angulos people stalked to the side, about to finish the remaining resistance like that.
And was almost quietly shot in the back of his head.
It wasn't even noticed by his comrades immediately. And when, several seconds later, they did notice—
The dreadlocks of their leader became stained red when a bullet pierced his skull.