nothing's happening.  The bullets are just falling out of the gun barrel.  Now he's living the nightmare.  He can see the windows shattering, but these soft-point police bullets flatten on impact to prevent a ricochet.  They’re penetrating the glass but without enough force to do any damage to the driver. De-De, on the other hand, is using armor piercing ammo.  The round that grazed Goff's neck also went through both sides of a car half a block down the street. But while Goff's bullets aren't drawing blood, they still hit like a sledge-hammer, and De-De is stunned. The windshield is so riddled he can't see out of it and he's bouncing off cars on both sides of the street. Goff jams in another clip and takes off after him on foot as the other guys look after Scotty Freeman.

Crashing his way down the street, De-De is not making very good time.  Goff is gaining on him.  De-De pitches a handgun out the window.  Goff scoops it up on the run.  It's a "throw gun"—an old pistol he tossed out so that Goff would think he's unarmed.  But at the end of the block De-De's luck runs out. He hits a truck and careens across a front lawn and into a house.  The startled folks on the front porch are apparently so used to neighborhood gunfire they don't connect it with this smoking wreck in their yard.  They think it's a traffic accident.  As Goff approaches at a dead run, his nightmare is suddenly compounded.  Three little kids rush down from the porch to the driver's window, look in at De-De slumped over the wheel, and shout for momma to call an ambulance.  Goff is yelling, “Get away from the car!” but they're paralyzed.  De-De lifts his head slightly, eases his hand down to the Ruger 9mm lying on the seat beside him, and without lifting the gun, fires ten rounds through the door.

The sound of the gunfire is contained inside the car so Goff doesn't even realize he's being shot at until he's hit.  One slug nicks his forearm, another his shoulder, but he can't fire back because of the kids.  De-De meanwhile has recovered his senses.  He jams the Honda in gear and roars off across the lawn.  Goff blasts away at him as he careens around the corner, but De-De's taillights vanish in the distance.