Cut the Crap, I Want to Go Back on My Date

"Come and help me."

It was a voice from behind, scaring them out of their wits.

"Miles!" Adam was so excited that he didn't even want his phone.

Miles threw a black shockproof box into his arms.

"Come and treat my wound..." Miles pointed at the bullet hole in his lower abdomen. "It's not very deep. Take out the bullet and tie a tourniquet."

"Boss, you're injured!" Everyone insisted that Miles go back to the hospital for treatment.

Miles refused. "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up. I still have to go back for the date with my wife… I saw a batch of fireworks at the warehouse just now. Move it to the River Thames for me. I'll send you the address, light it when I say so. 

"Don't look at me like that. The people in the warehouse are all dead. Don't worry, there's no danger."

"It's not that we're afraid of danger..." Adam rubbed the space between his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming. "You really have too much time and guts."