"What is it?" Gin turned to look at his jumpy underling.
When his gaze fell on the screen in front of Vodka, he paused.
"This car..." Gin frowned at the photo displayed in the breaking news report, suddenly forming a suspicion. "It looks familiar."
Vodka nodded cautiously. "It looks a lot like the model Irish usually drives. And judging by the scenery around it, this is near an Organization base. Plus, with the timing..." And Uzo's interest in Irish, the car in the photo matched Irish no matter how he looked at it.
Though, as Gin's subordinate, Vodka had never liked the recently prominent Irish and even harbored a faint hostility toward him.
But he had never imagined that the harsh words Uzo had Fake Uzo deliver at the base—"Be careful on the road"—had not been a simple joke. Irish had brushed past death just like that, nearly becoming an unlucky corpse crushed to death by a falling man.
That Uzo...
Vodka's mind went blank. After a long while, a phrase he had no idea where he had seen suddenly popped into his head: ...Terrifying indeed!
Silence.
Silence spread through the Black Porsche.
A moment later, Gin raised a hand and lit a cigarette. Then his phone suddenly vibrated.
When he opened it, he found an email from The Boss—telling him to make time to see the Doctor tonight. An urgent assignment would be handed over to him tomorrow.
"..."
More than ten seconds later, Gin put down his phone and looked again at the screen before Vodka.
Under Vodka's expectant gaze, he gave a cold snort. "That useless Irish."
Vodka nodded in wholehearted agreement, but froze halfway through. "..." Huh?? Shouldn't he be cursing Uzo right now?! He had just told him not to make a move against