Alex looks at Graham and he is telling him.

"I am taking the third one."

"The third one?" asks the gangster who is on the left side of Graham. "Isn't it risky?"

"Actually..." says Graham at that gangster who said the decision could be risky. " I think it is the best solution." and he looks at Alex. "Alright. You choose and we will do it."

Graham and Alex shake hands to symbolize that strategy is set. The other street gangster members accept this strategy, but some say that this strategy I do not think will work because police officers are not so stupid to run Mexican or white people, but if it were black people, then the strategy would actually work.

A few minutes later, Alex, Graham, and another street gangster have decided to enter a small house, and they will start to test some firepower weapons like UZIs, AK-47, and other known weapons by street gangsters. Alex and Graham find thirteen different weapons in a box and decide to choose one of them to test them on targets installed in the backyard of the house where the gun, cocaine, and weed store is located. Behind the buildings, Graham and Alex test some AK-7 weapons on a few bottles in random locations. Alex fires thirty shots at those empty bottles at random and hits only four of them.

"First time when you use a gun like this?" asks Graham to Alex.

"Yes." responds Alex to Graham feeling ashamed that he comes to a street gangster hood and doing the things that Alex cannot do, try and kill someone with a gun.

"Well... You can actually hit something." says Graham looking at the broken bottles. "But you will have to forget about your way of thinking."

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"Which is?"

"That you want to destroy something without casualties. You will never accomplish something like this, well, not in this town. So, look... You will have to aim better at the targets and start shooting, alright? Now try and shoot the last nine bottles who remained in thirty seconds."

Graham gets on a box and he starts the timer on his phone and he looks at Alex recharging his AK-47 and shooting as fast as he can at those targets. When the thirty seconds had elapsed, Graham noticed that Alex had managed to hit and destroy all nine bottles.

"Great." says Graham stopping the timer and looks at Alex. "I could train you much faster, but this is enough."

"What do you mean enough?"

"You will just be covering fire, alright? You will be in front of the middle, in the back, and try to convert us while you are shooting at the enemy gangs. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now you better take one of our cars and start blasting the Police Station because there is no other choice to get chased."

Alex and Graham left the house, equipped with AKs and eight ammo stacks on their pockets and wearing vest who could protect you from those bullets, but it is still a vest so it will not protect the hands, heads, or legs, just the chest area. Alex isn't sure if this is the way to get those tow cars back, but this is the only option for him to stabilize some connections with those gangsters and even get a bloody car from that dealership. But, Alex analysing the situation, is thinking the car he wanted to take it will probably not be worth it, but he really needs a car, he cannot use the bike he stole until he will become old and fragile.

Graham and Alex are getting on into one of those low riders. Alex is at the wheel and he is starting to drive the car at that Police Station and providing a chase. While Alex was driving to that Police Station, Graham told him.

"Black Dragons killed my father."

" I...I'm sorry." says Alex feeling bad for the guy next to him.

"Don't be." says Graham. "This thing could be the revenge that the old man wanted to see from Heaven."

"I-I had a father once."

"What did he do?"

"He left me at the Train Station while he was taking a train to the airport because, at that time, my father was married in secret to another woman. My mother, when she finds out about this, she had decided to go to that address and kick his testicles and sign a divorce paper."

"Sometimes people like him deserve what they got."

"Yeah..."