As "Hellhound" lost control and aimed his gun at the middle-aged white man, his woman rushed out and called out to him from the doorway.
"Hellhound" looked into his daughter's eyes filled with terror, and he instantly calmed down.
Looking down at the seemingly disappointed middle-aged white man, "Hellhound" swiftly disassembled the two Glocks they had confiscated and tossed the parts into the nearby bushes. Then he pulled the still-furious "Gunpowder" and said, "Stop dawdling, follow me..."
"Hellhound" led "Gunpowder" into the garage he was living in, quickly opened a man-sized safe, and revealed a private arsenal inside...
Seeing "Gunpowder" standing there in a daze, "Hellhound" gave him a strong push and said, "Snap out of it, pack up the stuff, load it into the car, contact 'Saint' and the others, and find out how they're doing.
We need to leave this place..."
"Why? What did we do wrong?"
