Because of yesterday's sudden kidnapping case, Jiang Xia's live broadcast had been suspended to protect the hostage's privacy.
But how could the reporters really let such a hot story go? They had long since stationed interns near the Police Station to keep close watch. So the moment the police mobilized, the reporters received the news too and hurried after the police cars, swarming toward the factory.
On the way, one reporter conducted a live interview from inside a car.
The interview background was the shaking carriage. Looking out through the window, as they passed a certain stretch of road, the corner of a car appeared in view.
Filmed from that angle, the car flashed past in an instant and its license plate could not be seen. Yet Vermouth immediately paused the footage—she found the car somewhat familiar.
"Isn't that Irish's car? I just saw him driving it yesterday." Vermouth muttered inwardly. "At that location, aside from the Abandoned Factory where the explosion just happened, there aren't any other buildings. Is he heading to that factory?"
Putting yesterday's events together, Vermouth quickly understood. "Irish and Bourbon arranged to meet at this factory for a detailed talk?"
They had only just made the appointment, and then Uzo arrived with a large group of police officers and caused a sudden explosion—apparently, Uzo had already written the script for this place when yesterday's kidnapping case occurred.
Vermouth's eyelid twitched. "..." Fortunately, she had restrained her urge to play a prank yesterday and had not interfered with Uzo's plans. Whether by coincidence or not, this place was very close to where Irish and Bourbon had met yesterday—and, naturally, not far from the corpse beneath that bridge either.
"Why did Irish and Bourbon choose this factory for their meeting?" Vermouth's thoughts raced. "I wonder who picked