Chill stumbles back as the bullet hits him.
Unfortunately for Walker, the damage is merely cosmetic; the bullet, while buried deeply into the crime bosses Kevlar-lined jacket, hadn't penetrated skin.
The nearby sailors, on the other hand, each draw sidearms, and the ones closest to the truck take cover behind the vehicles. Tracing the bullet path back, they lean out, and fire back at the Saint of the Streets. The smell of cordite and the steady crack of weapons fire fill the air.
Spoiler
Note: The sailors and bodyguards are, of course, minions.
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