Gus is driving a beat-up looking gray Nissan with Texas plates through a small town in central Florida. Near the edge of town he runs through a red light. A sheriff’s deputy pulls him over.

The deputy is checking the trunk of the Nissan when Gus sneaks up behind him and hits the cop on the head with a piece of pipe. The trunk is full of drugs.

Gus draws the cop’s gun and shoots the deputy eight times. The last shot is behind the left ear—execution style.

A second patrol car pulls up before Gus can leave the scene. The second deputy releases his K-9 dog. Gus fires and kills the attacking dog. The second deputy is shot in the hip before he can get off a single shot.

It doesn’t take long for two neighboring counties to launch a manhunt for the cop-killer. An all-points bulletin quickly yields results and the sheriff gets a call that the gray Nissan with Texas plates is abandoned along Highway 17.

A short time later three carloads of deputies arrive at the scene. Tracking dogs are given the fugitive’s scent from inside the Nissan. In about an hour the dogs begin to bay—a sign they’ve found their man.

Gus is hiding in a three foot deep crater in a palmetto thicket. He’s completely covered himself with palmetto branches and leaf trash. But the dogs know he’s there. A sheriff’s lieutenant calls Gus out.

Slowly Gus parts some branches and sees a dozen armed deputies surrounding him. The lieutenant orders: "Hold out your weapon by the barrel and toss it aside!"

Slowly Gus raises his gun hand. But the gun is in the "ready" position as he swings his arm toward the lieutenant. There’s a spontaneous volley of gunfire—and in a matter of seconds it’s all over.

Several days later, after the coroner’s report is released, a newspaper reporter asks the sheriff why the deputies shot Gus 68 times. The sheriff ponders the question for a few seconds, then answers: "Because that’s all the bullets they had."