Although the bullet hadn't hit anyone, after slamming into the dashboard, it had apparently scraped some crucial wire.
The elevator jolted violently and stopped on the 47th floor.
Across from the Sightseeing Elevator, atop the Municipal Building.
Gin watched the halted elevator from afar, his gaze icy. Reaching into his coat, he quickly took out his phone and sent an email to The Boss.
Beside him, Vodka cautiously raised his Binoculars and looked toward the elevator.
After watching for two seconds, he suddenly froze.
...Why was Uzo still so lively?
"..."
Worried that Big Brother might be overly confident in his marksmanship and fail to realize he'd missed, Vodka cautiously reminded him, "Boss, he's not dead yet."
...Hurry up and give him another shot, or he'll get away! Uzo was so sly—where would they find him if he ran off?
As Gin typed, he irritably lit a Cigarette.
Sensing a subtle hint of instigation in Vodka's words, he gave a cold snort. Once he calmed down, he figured out quite a few things:
"Uzo has the bomb layout. He can't possibly be unaware that this series of explosions was meant to drive people into the elevator so they could be sniped.
"He arrived at the venue hours ago. If he wanted to save Sherry, he could have had her leave in secret long ago. But now, Uzo deliberately exposed Sherry to our sight, then intentionally interrupted... This is a provocation against my method of execution."
—That bastard Uzo must have suddenly gotten inspiration after finding Sherry. He thought shooting her dead with one bullet would be too wasteful, so he had openly come to steal his kill.
"His so-called 'art' usually gets the missions done, so I can't be bothered to interfere—but now, he actually dares to directly meddle