The roof was literally blown up and collapsed under the pressure. Death angel saw Mason get hit by a slab of concrete falling from the ceiling, opening his head like a watermelon. Salvatore was lying motionlessly on his desk, his head was severely burned and his right arm was missing. The place was torn by explosions. The bar was a fireball of fire, the heat was unbearable.
Booze burns fast.
Death Angel could see through the hole in the floor Salvatore's henchmen were burned by their own incandescent metal armor. The sun was rising up, its rays illuminated the charred remains of what used to be the hideout of the most powerful gangster in the west side of New Reno. Outside, a stranger was searching the rubble. Finally satisfied with what he saw, he turned away from the remains and started walking down the road. Site and Logo designed by Darkside .