Vermouth, wreathed in the fragrance of apple flavor, stepped on the gas and merged into traffic. Before long, she and Jiang Xia vanished from the police search area.
"Can't catch them..."
The next day, at the Metropolitan Police Department.
Vodka sat in his spacious, brightly lit office, staring at the information his police subordinates had compiled, his head throbbing.
The idea of "locking Uzo in a dark room and beating him senseless" had been wonderful.
But in reality, after a serious search operation, Vodka discovered in frustration that he had not even found a single hair of Uzo's... Of course, Uzo had normal black hair. Even if he shed, he would never be as easy to track down as Sherry or Brother Gin... But in any case, Vodka realized that if this continued, his grand ambitions would never make any substantial progress.
Vodka: "..." Should he just forget it?
...But an opportunity like this, where he could chase Uzo all over the place while holding an absolute advantage, might never come again if he missed it. And once he succeeded, he would never have to worry about sudden disasters dragging him in again. It would be like clearing all future death traps with a single click.
After much deliberation, Vodka decided to try again.
—His identity as a Superintendent still had its advantages. Over the past few days, he had looked into things and found that the equipment here, as well as the personnel of Investigation Division 1, were practically at his disposal... Naturally, rocket launchers and machine guns were out of the question, but some of the other tools were enough to give him a greater advantage.
Vodka: "..." Anyway, he would make a few more small attempts.
If they failed, he could retreat behind the scenes, lie