But if Tachibana Eisuke could die in a Murder Case, there would naturally be no need to worry about cleaning up afterward. The diligent Tokyo police would handle everything for the organization—legal, proper, and leaving no trace.
The only thing to watch out for was that Tachibana Eisuke could not be the killer, or at least, he could not be allowed to enter prison alive.
Thinking Like This, Gin composed an email and sent it to Uzo.
A reply came not long after:
["Tachibana Eisuke? That's a very unfamiliar name. I don't know this person.
But since he's connected to the organization, I'll pay extra attention. If a Murder Case occurs, I definitely won't let the esteemed New York branch manager be reduced to squatting in a police station."]
Vodka: "..." You even knew he was about to be transferred to New York, yet you claimed not to know him! Today's encounter really was your scheme!
But he had calmed down by now: it was no big deal. He was so far from the venue, and Big Brother was right beside him. That brat Uzo definitely would not dare lay a hand on him!
...If he did dare, Vodka would floor the gas and make a swift escape.
As he thought, Vodka found the betting pool Vermouth had just opened and snapped it shut.
—This was a serious mission. No Peeping allowed!
On the golf course.
Vermouth stared blankly at the voting pool that had been shut down.
A moment later, she suddenly understood.
"Could there happen to be someone else's mission target on this golf course?"
The moment the word "happen" surfaced in her mind, it suddenly touched some nerve in Vermouth.
The corner of her eye quietly swept over Jiang Xia. Then she looked at Jodie and