Everyone loved fireworks, but no one wanted to become one!
Seeing Stanley sprawled weakly on the beach chair, his arms hanging limp as though he were on the verge of death, the girls all clamped their mouths shut! They might enjoy a little danger, but they really had no desire to get involved in a gangland massacre!
Some of the girls even began to cry, and the water where the girls had gathered in the pool suddenly gave off a faint smell of ammonia.
Perhaps because the process had been so simple, one of Stanley's subordinates suddenly came to his senses. He had only raised the pistol in his hand halfway when a gunshot rang out in the distance, and his head exploded with a pop like the unlucky watermelon in a watermelon-smashing game!
The girls' screams rang out again. Noel had no choice but to explain, "If we were you, the best thing to do now would be to keep your mouths shut and stay where you are."
"Don't make any movements that could cause a misunderstanding, such as raising the weapons in your hands."
"To make sure you don't end up like him..." His hands made an exploding gesture. "...you'd better throw all the weapons in your hands onto the ground."
"That's my advice!"
"I have no intention of hurting anyone, and I apologize for disturbing your leisure time."
"You should be able to understand me and cooperate, right?"
He was a very polite man, if one did not consider the specks of blood splashed across him.
If one did not consider Stanley nearby, so weak that he did not even have the strength to scream.
If one did not consider the unlucky subordinate whose head had exploded like a watermelon! Almost everyone would have believed that he