The Gunfight

"As I said, your current situation reminds me of my past." Then, Peter pointed to my bag on the sofa and said, "Pack it up. I'll show you the real Costsley." "What? The dock? I go there every day." My recent range of activity was the dock, so even the flowers on the roadside knew me. "The dock is boring. I'll take you to watch the gunfight!" Peter pointed to an off-road vehicle, which looked like an armored vehicle. "What do you think?" "Like those in the Marvel movies?" My eyes lit up. "Is this car safe?" "Don't worry. The missile can't blow it up," Peter said with a smile. "Okay, okay! Let's go!" The gang war was new to me, not to mention the gunfight.  Sitting in the passenger seat, I came up with one question. "Peter, you said my situation. What's my situation?" Peter glanced at me. "Your life will be happier with ignorance." "You are awful to keep me guessing!" Muttering, I turned my head away unhappily. Peter drove fast, so we soon arrived at the remote suburbs. There were many a