Frank walked towards the thugs from behind, and proceeded to blast the one closest to the boy's head open. "What the fu-!?" another one shouted just before he got a gaping hole in his side as he turned around. Frank was still advancing and as he got close, another thug whipped out a knife..only for Frank to grab his wrist and force it into the throat of another gangbanger. Snapping the arm was a breeze and he proceeded to manipulate the limb to shoot another thug in the forehead before forcing his hostage to blow his own brains out.<br/><br/>Now it was just Frank and a sea of young punk bodies separating the street gang's leader on the other side of the sidewalk. The thug with his gold-grill looked like he was going to reach for a gun...but turned tail and ran the other way instead.<br/><br/>He didn't get far before Frank blasted his right leg clean off from behind. "GAAARghUGh!"