At 8:44 p.m., the red-eyed FBI agents shouted:
"Quick, split the troops into two groups and surround her!"
"We must not let her get away!!!"
The agent, who was unaware that Sakaki Makoto had escaped, shifted his focus to Vermouth.
In their eyes...
Vermouth is more hateful than Makoto Sakaki!
Braving the hail of bullets, the agents began to take detours to the left and right, intending to outflank Vermouth.
but...
bite!
【You have a new text message】
Vermouth, whose clothes were completely soaked, took out her cell phone and saw the words on the text message...
He immediately threw away the FAMAS automatic rifle, grabbed the rappelling rope beside him, hung it on the railing at the edge of the roof, and slid down the building.
Before the encirclement was formed, Vermouth got into the black car and turned away.
The agents carefully climbed up the building, but found nothing and cursed in anger.
10 minutes later...
The black sedan turned a block and stopped on the side of the road.
Two people walked out of the alley, one in front and one behind, opened the door and got into the car.
"who is he?"
Through the rearview mirror, Vermouth discovered Kyogoku Makoto.
Kyogoku Makoto, who was sitting in the back row, said a little stiffly after seeing her:
"Hello."
"He is Kyogoku Makoto, my friend."
Sakaki Makoto didn't want Kyogoku Makoto's strength to be exposed to the Black Organization, and he didn't want Vermouth to know his family background.
but...
It cannot be concealed.
"Kyogoku is really..."
With her long eyebrows knitted together, Vermouth said thoughtfully:
"I seem to have heard it somewhere..."
"The nobleman of Kick, the national karate champion, has been in the newspapers many times, so he must look familiar."
"It's him?"
Vermouth looked back in surprise, unable to believe that the dark-skinned young man in front of her was the karate champion who was invincible in Japan.
Of course, the Black Organization had secretly investigated such a powerful player.
but...
However, his father is a member of the special assault force, and winning over Kyogoku Makoto is tantamount to planting a time bomb.
It would be better for everyone if we never had any contact with each other again.
Vermouth looked at Sakaki Makoto deeply, exchanged glances, confirmed the other's thoughts, and no longer paid attention to Kyogoku Makoto.
The car drove west towards New York.
Everyone has secrets. Vermouth doesn't want Makoto Sakaki to investigate the old woman in the apartment, and Makoto Sakaki doesn't want Vermouth to involve Kyogoku Makoto in the organization.
otherwise...
Sakaki Makoto's plan is about to be hindered.
Only the absolutely just side would hope that Kyogoku Shin would fight against the Black Organization.
Well...
With Kyogoku Makoto's strength, defeating the Black Organization would probably be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.
Humans cannot beat Transformers.
Except for Teacher Saitama.
After the recent turmoil, most of the Boston police were returning to the headquarters to support the blockade. The blockade was weak, and the two of them had disguised themselves, so they passed the blockade easily.
The car sped along the road. Makoto Sakaki leaned back in his seat, a cigarette in his mouth, staring out the window in a daze.
He was still thinking about Lecter.
I have to say...
This is a very difficult enemy.
The other party had foreseen that he would raid the headquarters, so they set up an ambush. If Makoto Sakaki hadn't secretly followed Jack...
I'm afraid it won't be that simple.
"There's a first aid kit under the back seat."
Vermouth, who was concentrating on driving, suddenly said:
"Take it out."
"oh..."
After realizing that she was talking to him, Kyogoku Makoto nodded woodenly and took out a white medicine box.
As a member of the Black Organization...
You never know when you might encounter danger, so a first aid kit is a must-have item.
On the dark road, Vermouth pulled over, turned on the music player, selected a song, took the white medicine box handed to her by Kyogoku Makoto, and opened it...
He took out a dose of morphine, pointed it at his arm, and injected it hard.
At this time...
Sakaki Makoto only then discovered that the left shoulder of Vermouth's clothes was completely soaked with blood.
In the melee just now, Vermouth was also hit in the shoulder, but she didn't say a word, not even a complaint.
seem...
I've gotten used to it.
Because the clothes were black and had been caught in the rain, Sakaki Makoto was unable to notice it immediately.
Vermouth looked pale after taking the morphine injection and looked at Sakaki Makoto:
"If your right hand isn't seriously injured, come and drive."
"good."
Sakaki Makoto agreed immediately.
What does he have to complain about?
When he was surrounded...
Vermouth could have simply abandoned him and retreated alone without any danger.
But he didn't do that. Instead, he stepped forward and took the initiative to attract fire, buying precious time for Makoto Sakaki.
After changing seats, the two treated their wounds one after another and then continued on their way.
The air conditioner slowly sent out warm air, and melodious country music came from the player. It was a woman singing about the passing of time. There was a hint of sadness in her voice, a very classic Norwegian folk song.
Listening to the song, Vermouth slowly closed her eyes, wrapped herself in the blanket, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.
"All my tears..."
Attracted by the song, Sakaki glanced at the letters sliding across the player:
"I thought you didn't like such sad music."
"............"
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