At that moment, the Abandoned Factory was in chaos.
Irish finally escaped from the blazing building. Using the thick smoke as cover, he dove into the river as well.
Carefully avoiding the various eyes on the shore, he slowly made his way toward a spot better suited for escape.
Then Irish suddenly tensed, sensing that a clump of weeds along the riverbank was somehow off. Looking closely, he could vaguely make out a figure there.
That person was watching him too, and had clearly recognized him.
Their hair colors were rather similar, and Irish quickly recognized this equally unlucky bastard hiding in the river. "Bourbon?"
If his suspicion of Bourbon had previously been thirty percent, then now, that remaining thirty percent had all shifted onto Uzo.
The two stared at each other, mostly submerged in the river with only their eyes above water. Seeing how bedraggled they both looked, they fell silent for a moment, realizing that this probably was not the other's doing. Someone else was pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
Amuro Tooru scrutinized his fellow sufferer nearby and noticed that some of Irish's hair had been singed. When Irish swam earlier, parts of his clothing had surfaced, showing several small burn holes. He looked to be in an even worse state than Amuro.
Amuro Tooru: "..." Judging by that, had Irish been at the Explosion Case too?
No, there should not have been anyone else in the warehouse at the time. Irish had probably approached the area, noticed something was wrong in the warehouse, and taken shelter in the nearby building—only to get caught in the blast.
...What a pity it had not burned him to death.
Amuro Tooru muttered regretfully to himself.
Compared with this undercover agent who hated every Organization Cadre, Irish found