Chapter 683: Beloved Relatives and Friends!

In the dimly lit storage room, Nicholson heaved up a waterproof tarpaulin, revealing a stash of large packaging boxes nestled underneath, shrouded in secrecy and mystery.

Martin, his curiosity piqued, delivered a hefty kick to one of the boxes, only to find it unusually weighty. "What's in here? Did you finally nab that elusive beauty you've been eyeing? And spill the beans, are those missing Mexican girls linked to you?" he prodded, eyes narrowed.

Leonardo's smirk oozed disdain as he retorted, "Isn't it obvious? Jack here has a rap sheet longer than a hill. Remember when he tried to woo Jennifer Lawrence during 'The Departed'? How old was she then?"

"Shut your traps, you two!" Nick Ersen barked, asserting his authority. Pointing at the box, he commanded, "Get that box out pronto. You think I, a septuagenarian, can't handle it?"

"We clean up messes, just like you, old man," Martin chimed in, hoisting the box with determination.

Leonardo grabbed another box, echoing his brother's sentiment. "We're in this together," he affirmed, falling in line.

Nicholson directed them to the backyard lawn, instructing, "Drop it there and hustle back."

With shovels in hand, they returned to find Nicholson ready to bury their secret. "Start digging," he ordered tersely.

Leonardo wrinkled his nose, detecting a faint odor emanating from the box. Nicholson's reprimand cut through the air, "What, are you a bloodhound?"

Martin, efficient and experienced, made quick work of the soil. Leonardo marveled at his skill, asking, "Why are you so good at this?"

Martin's grin sent shivers down Leonardo's spine. "Guess," he teased, sending a chill down his spine.

Nicholson cut through the tension, urging them to dig deeper. Martin complied until the pit reached an adequate depth.

"Good," Nicholson nodded in approval. "Leo, hurry up. You're slower than molasses in January."

"Twenty-four seconds, okay!" Leonardo retorted defensively, playfully jabbing back.

Martin inspected the pit's depth, voicing concern about potential odor issues. Nicholson, unfazed, revealed a mysterious black multi-tube launcher from the box.

Leonardo's eyes widened with excitement. "Are we bombing the White House?" he joked.

"It's a wedding gift," Nicholson clarified, patting the launcher lovingly. "An experimental one at that."

Martin, ever practical, noted the launcher's rough design, opting to bury it partially for safety.

"Careful now, don't level my house," Nicholson warned, eyeing the burial process.

As Leonardo loaded the launcher, Nicholson hinted at future improvements, ensuring it would be ready for Depp and Amber's nuptials.

With the launcher primed and loaded, the trio shared a glance, anticipation bubbling in the air as they prepared to unveil their surprise.

Nicholson's voice cut through the anticipation like a sharp knife. "You fools, don't go blowing us all to kingdom come."

Martin, eager to assist, chimed in, "What kind of fireworks are we talking about here? Let's not spoil the surprise. How else will we toast the newlyweds in style?"

"Don't fret, I've got something special saved up," Nicholson reassured, double-checking the loaded bullet with precision.

Protecting his home from becoming a makeshift garbage dump, Nicholson ensured the fireworks would dazzle without causing chaos.

As Nicholson led the way, dragging the wire like a seasoned demolition expert, Martin and Leonardo maintained a safe distance, their apprehension palpable.

With a decisive press of the red button, the night sky erupted in a symphony of colors and sparks, weaving intricate patterns against the dark canvas.

The towering figures of Nicholson, Martin, and Leonardo materialized amidst the explosions, immortalized in fiery brilliance.

As the spectacle unfolded, Martin and Leonardo's skepticism melted away, replaced by awe and admiration for their unconventional boss.

Once the fireworks subsided, Nicholson eagerly sought feedback. "What do you think?"

Martin flashed a thumbs-up. "Impressive, just as we expected from our boss."

Before Leonardo could respond, a voice crackled through an electronic speaker nearby, cutting through the euphoria.

"Jack Nicholson, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Martin Davis, you three better not be shooting fireworks at my house, or I swear I'll rain hell down on you!" Warren Beatty's threat reverberated through the night.

Leonardo chuckled, patting Nicholson on the back. "Looks like you've really stirred the hornet's nest with Warren Beatty."

"He's losing it," Martin added, shaking his head.

Ignoring the escalating threats, Nicholson shouted back, "You're welcome to enjoy the show, Warren!"

Warren's response blared through the horn, but Nicholson paid it no mind, ushering Martin and Leonardo back to the villa.

In the study, Lorraine greeted them with a raised eyebrow, eyeing the map on the wall. "Back to your antics again?"

Leonardo grinned mischievously. "It's all in good fun. Besides, who says we're not just messing with each other?"

Martin's curiosity piqued as he examined the map, revealing the location of a small island off the coast.

Nicholson stepped forward, taking command of the situation. "Once we've pinpointed Depp's wedding details, we'll execute our plan with precision." He gestured confidently to the island on the map. "We strike here, away from prying eyes, with less than a hundred guests in attendance."

Leonardo quipped, "So, no invitation to Amber Heard's bachelorette bash, huh?"

Nicholson retorted with a smirk, "You've got quite the discerning taste. One moment you're fearless, the next..." he trailed off.

Martin interjected with a grin, "Leo's got nerves of steel. Takes him just over twenty seconds."

Leo shot back, jabbing a finger at the two of them, "I'll stuff you both into the fireworks launcher!"

Lorraine, sensing the discussion veering off track, slammed her hand on the table, demanding attention. "Hey! We're mapping out a crucial battle plan here. Can we focus, please?" Silence fell over the room as the trio begrudgingly complied.

Nicholson resumed his role as commander-in-chief, laying out their mission. "Despite not receiving an invite, we, as Depp's cherished friends, must gift him a memory to last a lifetime."

Martin rolled up his sleeves eagerly, awaiting orders. "Boss, you lead, we'll follow."

Pointing to the sea map, Nicholson outlined their strategy. "The wedding's on a secluded island, so a yacht's our best bet. Leo, find us a fast, discreet rental. Something around twenty meters should do."

Leo nodded in agreement, taking on the task. "Consider it done."

Turning to Martin, Nicholson delegated the task of handling the fireworks. "You're on the multi-unit launcher duty."

Martin sighed wistfully, "I had hopes for a manor wedding, boss. Imagine a pickup truck with a launcher. Bam! Straight into the festivities!"

Nicholson chuckled, "We'll have our own blast on the boat."

Leo added, "And don't forget the single-tube ones. It's been too long since we've let loose."

Nicholson reassured them, "Everything's set. Lorraine, pack your gear. You're our eyes and ears, selling the news for our expenses."

Lorraine, once a wealthy heir now turned paparazzi, eagerly confirmed, "Equipment's top-notch. I'll capture it all."

Nicholson emphasized the need for secrecy and disguise. "No leaks. Disguise yourselves. Understood?"

The lazy trio mumbled their agreement, prompting Nicholson's frustration. "This isn't a game. Depp's our target. We need to prime him for the fun ahead."

As the days passed, preparations fell into place. Leo secured the yacht, Martin readied the fireworks, Lorraine practiced her shots, and Nicholson coordinated.

On the day of Depp's wedding, the group set sail from Santa Monica Yacht Club, their destination: the island shimmering with anticipation in the distance. As they approached, Martin caught a glimpse of the dazzling lights through his telescope, signaling the beginning of their clandestine mission.