The yacht, under Nicholson’s control, sailed past the brightly lit island and headed toward the western side of the isle.
Martin leaned on the railing, looked at his watch, and saw it was nearly eight o’clock.
Leonardo raised his binoculars to survey the situation on the island and soon exclaimed loudly, "Right in this area, the position and distance are both perfect."
Nicholson checked the navigation, and as they approached the predetermined location, he gradually slowed down the yacht’s speed.
Martin and Bruce went to the multi-barreled launcher that had been set up to check the ammunition and wiring.
Lorraine chose a good spot at the stern of the boat to set up her camera and video camera.
Nicholson moved to the pre-scouted position, stopped the yacht, and with Leonardo, carried a box out from the cabin.
The two opened the box, took out a homemade rocket launcher, and unwrapped the special fireworks wrapped in waterproof cloth.
Nicholson glanced at his watch and shouted, "Ready."
Leonardo asked, "Why give the biggest firework to that asshole Martin to launch?"
"With all the pent-up anger he’s holding in, if we don’t provide him with a few more outlets, I’m worried about Jolie, Theron, Elizabeth. It’s easy for their bodies to suffer," Nicholson took out a windproof lighter. "That asshole Martin, he’s extremely petty towards his enemies, and his desire for revenge is particularly strong, like a mad dog."
Leonardo said, "I like that mad dog spirit! Without it, could I have won the Oscar for Best Actor?"
Nicholson wholeheartedly agreed, "If it wasn’t for Martin taking down Harvey Weinstein, you wouldn’t have stood a chance for that Oscar for Best Actor!"
Martin flipped them both off, "Is it necessary to talk behind somebody’s back when saying bad things about them?"
As if he hadn’t heard Martin’s words, Nicholson checked his watch, "Countdown, 30! 29..."
While they were counting down, the wedding on the island reached its climax.
Near the seaside, the viewing platform was covered with red carpet. Underneath a white archway, the suited and booted Johnny Depp stood in front of the Priest with Amber Heard dressed in a white wedding gown, listening to the teachings of the Lord.
Nearly a hundred friends and family from both sides gathered on the viewing platform, ready to offer their blessings.
Depp and Heard had exchanged rings.
The Priest said to Depp, "You may now kiss the bride."
The unusually sober Depp was about to lean in when he suddenly heard a sharp whooshing sound from the sea, prompting him to look over instinctively.
Among the piercing wails, a firework shot up like a flare, illuminating half the sky above the sea.
Everyone, including Mr. and Mrs. Depp, turned their attention to that direction, drawn by the sound and light.
Previously, Depp had noticed the lights on the sea, assuming they were either paparazzi or passing boats, and hadn’t paid much attention.
The firework reached its zenith and suddenly exploded, bursting out a sky full of dazzling display like a thermobaric bomb on the military channel.
All were captivated by the beautiful fireworks.
Amber thought it was a surprise arranged by Johnny, covering her mouth like a super green tea bitch, trembling with excitement, "So romantic!"
Depp originally thought Amber had arranged it, but hearing her reaction, he became very curious, wondering who had come to offer congratulations?
As the brilliant fireworks began to fall, another piercing whoosh sounded.
This time, a barrage of sparks rose into the sky, trailing flames.
It was going to be a super firework show, that much was obvious without guesswork.
Depp thought to himself that he would have to thank the person who came to offer congratulations later.
Getting on a boat to launch fireworks at sea was a kind gesture indeed.
One by one, the trails of flame rose high into the sky and exploded with a bang, like a sky full of shooting stars.
From the island, the unfolding fireworks formed a sentence.
"A gift for Depp and Heard!"
Amber couldn’t help laughing, this kind of gift was to her liking.
Depp decided then and there that he would have someone go find out who had sent the gift, insisting they must be invited to the island to at least share a drink.
The splendid display instantly raised the morale of everyone present.
Including Depp and Heard, even after the fireworks had dispersed, they kept gazing up at the starry sea sky, waiting for the next outbreak.
Nicholson, a wily old fox in Hollywood, thoroughly understood the fluctuations of human emotions.
When he had raised everyone’s expectations to the peak, the sudden descent would be a memory to last a lifetime!
On the yacht at sea, Nicholson was counting down, and when he hit zero, he swung his hand down decisively, "Launch!"
Martin pressed the red button.
Another batch of fireworks shot up into the sky, trailing more whooshes.
Lorraine pulled focus again, aiming the lens at the sky to capture the moment.
Leonardo crossed his arms, waiting to enjoy the coming spectacular show.
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Nicholson stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor suggesting that he had everything under control, the epitome of a big boss.
On the island’s viewing platform, everyone saw the fireworks trailing flames rise again, anticipating the next stunning burst.
The fireworks climbed to their highest point, and the expectations of Depp, Heard, and their entourage soared to their peak.
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Then, the fireworks exploded into a shower of stars, forming two bright patterns in the sky.
The friends and families were dumbfounded.
Depp and Heard, too, could see the clear pattern that the fireworks had formed, their emotions plummeting from the heights of Mount Everest into the depths of the East African Rift.
Even though the pattern made by the fireworks was somewhat abstract, everyone recognized at a glance that one depicted Depp in the act of urinating and the other Amber in the act of defecating.
Especially the pile under the buttocks that was particularly flashy!
Depp’s face changed from anticipation to ashen, and then from ashen to rage.
Mocking laughter suddenly erupted from the group of relatives and friends behind.
Isn’t it that without envy, jealousy, and hatred, it can’t be called a group of relatives and friends?
The chatter began instantly.
"This wedding is truly unique!"
"One of a kind!"
"A piss-and-poop couple!"
For today’s wedding, Depp had only drunk half a bottle of whiskey. He had replenished his regular nourishment, a rarity for his brain to be somewhat clear.
His rage built to a peak; he was one step away from erupting.
On the yacht, Nicholson took the glowing red cigar out of his mouth, grabbed a fireworks shell, lit the fuse, and stuffed it into the steel rocket launcher that Leonardo was holding.
Like a sergeant, he patted Leonardo’s head and shouted, "Fire!"
A muffled thud sounded as the firework shell shot into the sky and burst with a bang.
Nicholson’s custom fireworks made an extraordinary pattern explode.
Martin was ecstatic because he saw Lazy Sheep’s distinctive hairstyle appear in the sky.
Lorraine lifted her camera, snapping away photos in quick succession.
She had already handed the video camera over to Old Cloth, her father who pretended to be a boss with his hands behind his back; he couldn’t be relied on tonight.
On the observation deck, those green with envy were still discussing.
"Indeed, it’s the best wedding gift, especially made by the bride herself."
"Do you think the bride will... on the wedding bed tonight?"
These people didn’t notice that the wind had carried their words into Depp’s ears.
Depp was nearly driven mad. When he turned to look at the sky after hearing another explosion, the previous one had just faded, and another was already lighting up.
Then, the sky continued to explode with dazzling stars.
One firework burst after another, endless!
The sea breeze brought more of those gossiping voices.
Watching the excitement, that’s human nature, and it’s something that can’t be eliminated anywhere.
The daily nourishment had kept Depp’s spirits up for the day, but once his emotions burst, they were hard to contain.
As another firework lit up the sky, Depp could no longer contain himself. Like a poisoned insect, his nerves frantically flared up. He turned around, shouting at the relatives and friends on both sides, "Get lost! All of you, get the hell out! You bastards, just fuck off!"
He swung his arms, knocking over the champagne tower on the table: "Get out! Now! Immediately!"
After knocking over the champagne tower, he was not done yet; with the poisoned insect’s emotions rising, what self-control was there to speak of? Depp pushed over the cake cart and overturned the large flower basket.
Upon hearing these "get lost" exclamations, the relatives and friends on both sides harbored ten thousand opinions about Depp, cursing him under their breath countless times as they left.
"Johnny, stop this, calm down!" Amber called from the side, shouting continuously as if to stop Depp, yet seemingly powerless.
Within the crowd, Amber’s assistant held a DV, silently recording everything that was happening at the wedding as instructed by her boss.
Amber glanced at the fireworks that had just brightened the sky. She was also angry but not to the point of losing control.
Turning back, she saw Depp in a frenzy and his friends and bodyguards running towards him from a distance, and suddenly an idea struck her.
This was a good opportunity!
Seeing Depp waving his arm again, trying to knock over a decorative standing lamp, she lifted her skirt and rushed over, reaching for Depp’s hand while screaming, "Johnny, calm down! Calm down!"
Unsurprisingly, Depp’s swinging arm passed through Amber’s hands, striking her right on her mouth and nose.
Amber screamed, lost her balance, and fell to the ground with a thud.
But Depp didn’t care and continued to ravage everything destroyable at the wedding.
Amber covered her face, crying bitterly.
While crying, she parted the fingers covering her face to see Depp continuing his rampage.
Amber firmed up her thought; living with such a person long-term was an absolute nightmare.
Even without Megan Ellison, she needed to find a way to profit from Depp and then make her exit.
Depp’s lackeys, as well as his loyal bodyguards in the restaurant who had personally prepared the wedding feast, hurried over. A group of people rushed up and finally subdued Depp.
With his emotions running high, Depp shouted, "Get out of my way! Give me alcohol..."
His next words were cut off as a bodyguard’s large hand clamped over his mouth.
But no one cared about Amber Heard; she might as well have been invisible.
The assistant quickly came over to pull Amber up, intending to help her sit down on a nearby chair.
Amber said, "Take me back to the makeup room."
The assistant helped her back.
Amber asked, "Did you get all that just now?"
The assistant nodded: "I got it all."
"Good," Amber said. "Watch your mouth and hands."
The assistant nodded repeatedly.
Upon reaching the makeup room, Amber let the assistant leave the DV and sent her to fetch water on the pretext of needing a drink.
She looked in the makeup mirror. Depp’s frenzy had been careless, leaving a bruised and swollen mark quite apparent on her nose and mouth area.
Amber, skilled with her hands, took out her phone, took a close-up of her face, opened Apple’s cloud storage, and saved the image in the "Domestic Abuse" folder.