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Back in the 70s,a buddy who owned a bar in Urbandale, IA was closing for the evening when he saw a guy pull down a ski mask over his face as he walked toward the front door. Charlie picked up his fully loaded Hi Power and went out the back door to get the drop on ski mask.
The holdup guy dropped his .22 when he saw Charlie flanking him and made a run for his car, an older Impala. Charlie let lose with all 13 rounds at the guy as he got into his car and although he took out the Impala, the perp missed being hit.
The cops were there in three minutes and extracted Mr. ski mask, now wearing curiously wet trousers. A tow truck was called to haul the car away. Charlie told me the Urbandale cops commended his shooting, but invited him down to their range for a tune up, just the same.

Cool story.
My father didn’t tell many war stories but told this one. He carried the Browning in VN as an advisor. He had been using a Tokarev, really liked it but ran out of ammo so he got a Colt. The local VC learned to count to seven, so he traded an AK to a spook for the Browning.
Next time they met his M-16 `ran out’—damn!—and one or two of them stood up after seven Colt rounds—then he and John Browning, his counterpart and they all had a nice but noisy (and short) conversation.