The Glock 18, also known as the G18.
This handgun is highly unconventional because its fire rate reaches an astonishing 1,200 rounds per minute.
What does that fire rate actually mean?
If you chamber a round in the G18 and use a standard double-stack 17-round magazine, you have 18 rounds total.
Those 18 rounds can be dumped in less than a second because the G18 fires 20 rounds per second!
Many submachine guns don't even have that kind of terrifying fire rate!
Such a furious rate of fire naturally brings a host of problems, like massive recoil and extremely poor accuracy.
But it also gives the G18 terrifying suppressive power at close range.
The nameless thug from a moment ago just proved this point; he was turned into Swiss cheese in a fraction of a second.
The sudden turn of events made Vincent freeze for a second, and Donnie used that exact moment to lunge at him.
Vincent tried to fire back, but Brian, who was on the floor, kicked him.
Thanks to the teamwork of the two undercover cops, Vincent's shots all went into the ceiling.
Donnie had just taken a bullet, and Vincent had kidnapped his wife, so naturally, Donnie was fighting like his life depended on it.
But Vincent wasn't a pushover either, and the two men quickly locked into a brutal, no-holds-barred ground fight.
Meanwhile, the surviving thug had already spotted the man on the ceiling who killed his partner—a man wearing a suit and a Joker mask.
This experienced gunman was mentally counting the Joker mask's shots. The moment the firing stopped, he stepped out of cover and sprayed the ceiling.
A fast fire rate is an advantage, but it also means the G18 chews through ammo incredibly fast.
Unless you attach a specialized drum magazine, even a 33-round extended mag won't last two seconds.
The thug had calculated this perfectly, using his submachine gun to suppress the Joker mask.
However, the Joker mask had absolutely no intention of reloading. After pausing for barely a second, the G18 resumed firing.
Caught completely off guard, the second thug was also turned into a bloody sieve.
With that, all of Vincent's backup was dead, and Vincent himself was forced to surrender at gunpoint by Brian.
After landing a few more punches on Vincent's face, Donnie struggled to his feet.
"Law... Joker, is that you?"
"Of course it's me. Who else would it be?"
Lawson dropped down from the ceiling, dusting off his suit.
Dragging his injured leg, Donnie untied the ropes binding his wife, Maggie, and the couple embraced tightly, overwhelmed with the relief of surviving a nightmare.
As for Lawson, he went over to inspect the bodies of the two thugs.
These two guys were wearing formal suits, and aside from their submachine guns, they were actually carrying grenades.
That kind of hardware wasn't something average street thugs possessed.
Furthermore, Lawson found identical tattoos on both men, clearly indicating they belonged to the same organization.
"Donnie, I really hate to interrupt, but you should probably come look at what these tattoos mean."
Donnie comforted Maggie for a moment, then limped over to the bodies to take a look.
"That's the Bonanno family tattoo!"
"Bonanno?"
Lawson had just heard about this Mafia family from Dom the day before. He didn't expect to run into made men from the Bonanno family today.
"So this officer has been working with the Mafia this whole time?"
Lawson gave Vincent a strange look. Brian, who was holding Vincent at gunpoint, was also incredibly surprised.
Donnie's face instantly turned chalk white. He seemed to have realized something horrifying, though it could also be from blood loss.
"Vincent Murphy! You've been working with the Bonanno family while sending me to infiltrate them! Did all those other undercover cops die because of you?!"
Lawson raised an eyebrow. This Vincent guy really knew how to play the game—deploying undercover cops while secretly working with the Mafia. Playing both sides!
Vincent stayed silent. The situation had completely flipped, and his only hope now was going to jail.
So, Vincent turned to Brian, the easiest one to manipulate among the group.
"Brian, take me to the station! I want to turn myself in!"
Those words clearly made Brian hesitate. The young undercover cop still held onto a naive sense of justice. Give him a few years in the underworld like Donnie, and he'd become just as jaded.
There was no way Lawson was going to let this guy turn himself in, especially since Vincent had likely seen his face.
"Hey, you aren't actually thinking about taking him to the station, are you?"
Brian looked at Lawson warily. He knew this was the guy who called him, but Lawson's outfit didn't exactly scream 'good guy'.
(No video footage of the Pacific Standard Bank job had leaked, only a composite sketch of his disguised face, so Brian didn't recognize Lawson's outfit) .
"Is there a problem with that?"
"The guy you're trying to send to prison is a dirty cop working with the Mafia. Aren't you worried he'll just contact the mob from inside and have you both killed?"
Brian froze. He clearly hadn't considered that possibility.
Seeing this, Vincent desperately tried to explain.
"No! I swear I won't retaliate! I swear!"
"Huh? Are you seriously going to trust the word of a guy who kidnapped a pregnant woman?"
Donnie took a deep breath. He absolutely would not allow something like this to happen again.
"Maggie, close your eyes!"
Maggie obediently closed her eyes, while Donnie dragged his injured leg over to Brian.
"Brian, give me the gun! If you don't want blood on your hands, let me be the bad guy. I'm done being a cop anyway."
Brian was torn. What Donnie was about to do went against every fiber of his professional ethics.
But seeing the absolute resolve in Donnie's eyes, Brian eventually handed over the weapon.
Seeing this, Vincent finally panicked.
"No! Joe, please, let me go! I swear I'll never bother you again! I beg you!"
The hand holding the gun began to shake. Taking a human life with his own hands placed immense psychological pressure on Donnie.
Left with no choice, Lawson had to give Donnie a gentle push from behind.
"Donnie, you don't want to spend the rest of your life running and hiding, do you? Think about your unborn child!"
Those words were the final straw. Donnie pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Vincent collapsed to the floor.
Brian watched Donnie with a complicated expression, knowing his colleague had just crossed the point of no return.
Donnie turned to Brian and handed the gun back.
"Brian, if you're going to arrest me, put the cuffs on now! I just ask that you get Maggie into Witness Protection!"
But Brian eventually dropped the gun.
"I share the blame for all of this! Donnie, take Maggie and go. Never come back to LA. I'm going to pretend tonight never happened!"