Kusuda Rikumichi was utterly bewildered as his own comrade held a gun to his head.
What had just happened was one thing, but what the hell was this now?
He hurriedly said in a low voice, "It's me, don't shoot!"
"That's right. You."
The corner of Vermouth's lips curled slightly as she pressed the muzzle against his forehead. "You're exactly who I was looking for."
"...?"
Kusuda Rikumichi's face grew even more confused.
No, what the hell was going on?
They had already confirmed he was one of them, so why was she still pointing a gun at his head?
And she had been looking for him...
Was she planning to kill him?
But why?!
Could it be because he had offended them too badly?
That couldn't be it. Even if that were the case, he had been sent by the BOSS...
With death looming over him, Kusuda Rikumichi's mind raced. He immediately realized that the so-called Plan B had merely been bait meant to lure him out after his cover had been blown.
But he still could not understand why she had personally come to execute him...
Had he broken some divine law or something?
Bang!
Kusuda Rikumichi had yet to recover from his shock when Vermouth lightly pulled the trigger. A muffled gunshot echoed through the depths of the night.
Vermouth's small ladies' pistol had a suppressor installed.
Yet it was still loud.
But against the vast, boundless night, that little bit of noise was especially insignificant.
The nighttime clamor of the city alone was enough to drown it out.
And just like that, Kusuda Rikumichi was taken offline.
Though he had been an elite among the outer members, he was still only an outer member. Compared to an executive, the life of such a minor figure was