If they had seen it on CCTV, they would have realized that shooting at me was useless.
But I felt like I knew their feelings because while they were shooting at me, their faces were contorted in fear because they knew it was futile.
So I moved my hands up and down as if to drive away a herd of flies flying at me.
I could easily block the bullets simply by swinging my hands.
"…"
"…"
"…"
They stared at me blankly.
So I said to them gently, "Didn't you expect this? You guys didn't hope you could kill me this time, right?"
They remained silent at my question.
Since I didn't expect a reply, I continued, shuffling on my feet, "Well, I understand your feelings in some respects because you have been hired as his bodyguards, no matter how bad he is. But this isn't America, is it? All the guys I confronted ahead of you had their feet smashed, so don't you think they would feel it unfair if you were not treated the same?"
As soon as I said that, I trampled on their feet.