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As they sped away, the engine coughing and the police trailing behind, Tone looked at his crew. They were bruised, covered in flour, and arguably the least competent criminals in Portugal.

, staring out the window with his characteristic blankness, suddenly spoke up. "Tone? Is the beach in Porto? I don't like the sand that isn't from Porto."

Culatra accidentally discharged his weapon into the van’s floorboard, causing Rato to scream so loud he alerted a nearby security guard. In the ensuing scramble, Bino found himself accidentally leading the wedding procession while holding a tray of appetizers he’d stolen from the buffet. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...

Tone sighed, a long-suffering sound that echoed through the cramped vehicle. Their mission was simple—at least on paper. They were to "recover" a legendary briefcase from a local kingpin who was currently distracted by a lavish wedding.

But as the guards closed in and the sirens began to wail in the distance, a familiar spark lit up in Tone’s eyes. He didn't need a perfect plan; he had three idiots and a van with a faulty transmission. He jumped into the fray, swinging a heavy ornamental vase, while Rato began throwing smoke bombs that were actually just expired kitchen flour. As they sped away, the engine coughing and

"Shut it, Rato!" Tone barked, not looking back. "This is the big one. The 'Ultimo Capitulo.' We finish this, and we retire to a beach where the beer is cold and the tax man is a myth."

In the midst of the white cloud and the absolute absurdity of the brawl, they somehow ended up back in the van, briefcase in hand, with Bino still clutching a half-eaten shrimp cocktail. In the ensuing scramble, Bino found himself accidentally

"We go in, we grab the case, we leave," Tone explained for the fourteenth time. "No shooting, no shouting, and for the love of everything holy, no 'bolinhos' until we are across the border." Naturally, things went south within three minutes.