"No particular reason, help me straighten that target, hurry up."
Pointing to the target in the shooting range that had just been knocked down by Chief, Gru ordered.
A retired sheriff commanding a mayor, it's like turning the world upside down.
Gasetti wanted to refuse, but Jax gave him a shove, and Gru's subordinates were subtly surrounding him.
Already under the eaves, Mr. Mayor had to walk into the shooting range, adjusting the target in silence and humiliation.
This grudge unavenged, I swear I am no man!
"Don't move, stand still!"
Sheriff Gru picked up an AR15 from the table in front of him and aimed it directly at Gasetti.
"What do you think you're doing?" Gasetti demanded, caught between shock and anger.
"Don't move, the bullets don't have eyes."
Activating the laser sight on the tactical gear, the green laser dot flickered, making Gasetti instinctively close his eyes.
In a flash, bullets from the AR15 whizzed past him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
