This is also their main task, and Vermouth is not critical.
"Those good-for-nothings in the FBI really think they are the boss!"
Another police officer said angrily:
"What the hell!"
"I won't be an agent even if they beg me to!"
"I heard that if you catch Sakaki Makoto, you'll get an offer to join the FBI, and the pay is pretty good."
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
"Then why don't you step on the gas! Are you slowly learning how to make soup from your grandma?"
“........”
The police car sped up and slowly drove through the block.
at the same time...
Sakaki Makoto and Vermouth, with the cover of night, arrived in front of an old apartment.
The wall was mottled and the wooden handrail had been corroded by wind and rain, becoming soft and weak. It was like an exhausted turtle. It swayed back and forth at the slightest touch, and you could hear the other person screaming "no!" "no!"
bite--
Going up the stairs, Vermouth rang the doorbell.
soon...
There were slow footsteps behind the door.
Click.
The messy door opened, and an old woman with a haggard face and gray hair appeared in front of Sakaki Makoto and the others.
The old woman raised her wrinkled eyelids, looked at Sakaki Makoto, and stepped aside.
“Is there hot water?”
Vermouth walked in first, unbuttoned her clothes and asked:
"And there's food."
"There was hot water, and the only food was ham sandwiches."
The old woman seemed to be very familiar with Vermouth, and her tone was very relaxed and friendly.
"Bread is bread."
Vermouth was not picky about food. She walked up the creaking stairs and turned back to say to Sakaki Makoto:
"Wait here. If you have any requests, tell Grandma."
"good."
Following the old woman, Sakaki Makoto came to the living room, sat down on a sofa, and turned on the TV.
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