[ McCree lobs the flashbang towards the truck with practiced ease, taking some satisfaction in the clatter that sounds when it lands in the bed of the truck. The sharpshooter shields his own eyes, and one of the man manages to exclaim "What the fu--" before the flashbang goes off.
Over the startled cries of the men in the truck, McCree shouts, ] Now!
[ It's high noon muthafuckas-- McCree brings his pistol up and puts a hole through the passenger and the driver, made easier since the passenger dropped his flashlight somewhere in the cab, illuminating them both. ]
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Over the startled cries of the men in the truck, McCree shouts, ] Now!
[
It's high noon muthafuckas--McCree brings his pistol up and puts a hole through the passenger and the driver, made easier since the passenger dropped his flashlight somewhere in the cab, illuminating them both. ]