Without any reply, the cool man picked out a pistol from his pocket, aimed at Michael`s head and shot immediately. "Ping", with aloud voice, Michael fell down on the table with bleeding from his head. The cool man went closely and put a napkin over Michael`s head. With a disdainful smile, he placed the pistol sticking to Michael`s head and shot again. All the customers in the restaurant were frightened, still in seats with mouths opening. It was silent, only the hearts were beating aloud.

The cool man picked up another napkin to wipe his pistol. He seems to be composed and calm. With a glimpse, the man turned around and went to the entrance, where he got back his overcoat from the hands of the frightened waiter.

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