Seeing that Unhappy had put on his sunglasses, Tom glanced at the eight Store Managers still lying in ambush nearby. His lips curled into a cold smile on his handsome face.
Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a few Sprite Ball Bombs, placing them in front of himself.
"It's going to be loud. Cover your ears."
Tom thoughtfully reminded Unhappy.
Unhappy understood.
He covered his ears and looked at Tom expectantly.
Unhappy knew exactly what Tom intended to do.
Those weapons, devastating and akin to divine thunder.
Unhappy desperately wanted to play with one.
But Tom wouldn't let him, so Unhappy could only watch Tom use them and enjoy the spectacle from a distance.
Seeing that Unhappy was ready, Tom fixed his gaze on the eight people in the pawnshop, his eyes gradually turning icy.
"Flash, Shock Bombs for disabling, Fragment Bombs, High Explosives for the main assault, Incendiary Grenades as the finisher."
