" He came at them right as they were frisking his teammate's pockets. There were three sitting at the victim’s backpack and sharing the loot, while another one was rummaging the pockets. Blood rushed to the civillian’s face making him blind with anger. He opened fire kill-thirsty. Bullets were a Blocks currency, but he did not spare it this time, bestowing killers and marauders with his lavish gifts. "
