A
Middle-aged property developer involved in a lawsuit gets
pissed off and storms out of his lawyers office. Sounds
fairly normal so far, huh. Well that's about where normal
ends in this story.
You see I think that Gian
Ferri was a little more than pissed off, but who was to know
what would follow. Well, Mr. Ferri went home and got his
guns, 2 9mm. semi-automatic pistols and a .45 revolver. He
also picked up quite a bit of ammo.
Well,
anyway, Ferri came back to his lawyers office on the
thirty-forth floor of San Francisco office block brandishing
the .45, with the 9mm.'s tucked into his belt like a
gunslinger.
Ferri
stormed into a conference room where he let loose. He shot
any and everything in his way. He strolled around the
building for almost an hour, killing and wounding at will.
Eventually, while between the 30th and 29th floors, Ferri
ran into the police. Before they had a chance to react he
had raised one of the pistols to his chin and blew his
distorted brains out the back of his head.
|