Bang, bang, the crisp gunshots overrode the boy's confession in the love drama on the silver screen, adding a touch of blood to the romance.
.45 caliber bullets shot into the forehead of the young man, blowing his skull onto the back row of seats, splattering blood on the faces of several youngsters sitting next to him. Feeling that moist body temperature, they were initially stunned, then screamed in terror and turned to flee.
"FU~CK, YOU!" Bang, the man in his forties, somewhat bald, cursed calmly and continued firing. This time he used two shots, striking the back of a youngster who was trying to climb over the seats, killing him.
The first young man to be hit now lay back, his right hand still frozen in a middle finger gesture, too bad he would no longer be insulting anyone.
