The old lady couldn't understand at all, thinking she was being cursed, so she tremblingly opened her hunting rifle and reloaded it.
"Put down your weapon, get down!!"
Tut-tut-tut!!!
The Sergeant, seeing that she didn't comply, let loose a burst of fire and riddled her with bullets.
"Ah!" The fat man on the roof cried out in alarm, his face looking ugly, "Quick, tell the staff in the store not to resist, to make no movements."
Mexicans really will kill people.
The old lady lay propped against the door on the ground, spitting blood. The Sergeant pulled out his pistol, aimed at her head, and fired a shot, bang!
All was quiet.
"Turn on the loudspeaker," he called out to his comrade on top of the tank.
A Private hurriedly nodded, turned on the high-pitched loudspeaker tied to the side, and buzz— a fluent female voice began speaking in English.
