Poli's head exploded like a watermelon falling from a building, and after a moment of silence, the scene became chaotically loud!
Only then did the Deputy Director remember to push Director Dale's head down and behind the police car.
Director Dale looked dazedly at Poli, who was twitching on the ground, and subconsciously touched the warm, wet substance on his face.
It was sticky and soft, squirming slowly downward.
He touched the jelly-like substance, then looked down, immediately feeling a surge of nausea rise from within as he retched, wanting to vomit.
He frantically flung the substance from his fingers as if it was a venomous snake, though he couldn't hear the splat it made in the noisy surroundings.
But he succeeded.
His eyes were no longer as calm as before, even when he was facing the worst situations, he could always calmly think of solutions.
All intelligent people are helpless when it comes to solving problems with violence.
