Fujiwara Yuu frowned slightly. He was indeed hesitant, but what he was worried about was not the two FBI investigators. What really worried him was Miyano Akemi and others who were still staying in the venue.
He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned away.
Vermouth watched Claire disappear into the fire escape. She pushed open the iron door leading to the rooftop, turned on her headset again, and began to report her findings today:
"Gin, I'm already here. Pisco might need your assistance."
"Hmph, that old gang's organization has wanted to get rid of him for a long time. Don't worry about him, just retreat quickly." Gin snorted. He looked at Vodka who was still repairing his car with a little impatience. He didn't expect that the car would break down halfway. It was really troublesome.
"But I have two pieces of news. Which one do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?"
Gin took a cigarette from the cigarette case, looked coldly at the twin-tower skyscrapers in the distance that were blazing, and said in a deep voice:
"Vermouth, don't play this boring game."
“Well, what a pity.” Vermouth thought of the young woman who looked very similar to Shirley at the venue, and curled her lips. “The good news is that I saw a woman who looked like Shirley. The bad news is that the CIA hound that bit you was also there.”
Shirley.
When Gin heard the name, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
As a hunter, he would not allow himself to let any prey go. Thinking of Shirley, who he had imprisoned, disappearing in the underground gas chamber for no reason, he felt that his hunting life had been painted with a discordant color.
"Heh, I'll be there myself. Have Scotland stand by in the building across the street."
"Can't you hear the bad news?"
"Getting rid of them all together will be good news."
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