In the midst of the white cloud and the absolute absurdity of the brawl, they somehow ended up back in the van, briefcase in hand, with Bino still clutching a half-eaten shrimp cocktail.
But as the guards closed in and the sirens began to wail in the distance, a familiar spark lit up in Tone’s eyes. He didn't need a perfect plan; he had three idiots and a van with a faulty transmission. He jumped into the fray, swinging a heavy ornamental vase, while Rato began throwing smoke bombs that were actually just expired kitchen flour. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...
Culatra accidentally discharged his weapon into the van’s floorboard, causing Rato to scream so loud he alerted a nearby security guard. In the ensuing scramble, Bino found himself accidentally leading the wedding procession while holding a tray of appetizers he’d stolen from the buffet. In the midst of the white cloud and
Tone watched from the bushes, his face buried in his hands. "I work with amateurs. Literal children." He jumped into the fray, swinging a heavy
As they sped away, the engine coughing and the police trailing behind, Tone looked at his crew. They were bruised, covered in flour, and arguably the least competent criminals in Portugal.