As they fled, the three of them kept an eye on their surroundings.
It was obvious that Gin, the driver, was quite satisfied with the environment here. "There are very few Cameras, and none of that annoying street photography on the roads. More people are using Pagers to communicate—this era should be nearly twenty years earlier than the present."
Jiang Xia: "..." That wasn't necessarily true. Maybe one day, "present-day" technology would suddenly regress again...
As he was thinking, he suddenly noticed a pager hanging from his waist. He took it down and clumsily fiddled with the ancient electronic device.
At the same time, like any normal player, he muttered in complaint, "They didn't even give us a memory sequence and just threw us straight into a chase. Don't tell me all three of us are supposed to have amnesia."
Gin had played games in his youth, but most of the time, they had been arcade games. By the time story-driven games like this became popular, he no longer had time to enjoy himself. He drove with a cigarette in his mouth and said nothing.
Vermouth, on the other hand, had spent plenty of time slacking off and had dabbled in all sorts of things.
She glanced at the police officer lying beside them, still unconscious, and felt there was no problem. "This might be the beginner's gift package delivered right to our door—both weapons and information. Later, find somewhere secluded, wake him up, and ask about the situation. Since he came to arrest you, he should know the case quite well."
"..." Jiang Xia remembered the Organization's methods of "questioning" and felt a little sorry for the NPC he had built up by consuming Killing Intent.
But then he looked at the two colleagues beside him, both wary of