Gin heard the ring tone through the phone and instinctively grew suspicious. He frowned. "Who's calling you this late?"
There was etiquette even when it came to making calls. Whether clients or friends, people usually would not suddenly disturb someone in the dead of night.
A rustling sound came through the receiver. Uzo had probably picked up the phone and glanced at it.
Then Gin heard his sinister voice, faintly amused:
"The Boss is calling. He must have heard that I was sniped by an evil Organization Cadre and wanted to check on me—what a conscientious superior."
"..." No matter how Gin listened to it, he felt there was some hidden meaning in those words. It practically sounded as though Uzo were implying that a certain superior who had not "checked on" him had no conscience.
Gin gave a cold snort, did not respond, and hung up.
—What was there to compare with Bourbon? That guy might suddenly die one day, all while still treating the mastermind behind the scenes pleasantly without knowing a thing... Thinking of how Bourbon had nearly been blown into Fireworks, Gin felt utterly calm, with even a hint of pity in his eyes.
While Gin had been on the phone, Vodka had still been sorting through the documents in his hands. The call had been on Speakerphone.
The moment it ended, Vodka could not help letting out a gloating laugh. "Poor Bourbon..."
Halfway through laughing, he suddenly froze, realization arriving belatedly.
"Hmm? Big Brother, Uzo just said, 'move the method for assassinating Sherry onto Bourbon'... He must have guessed long ago that we were going after Sherry! He really does have something going on with Sherry!
"Could it be that, over at the Twin Towers tonight, Uzo was actually using himself to draw our