"Vodka might be watching too, but..." Curacao kept glancing over there, feeling that something was off.
After hesitating for a moment, she temporarily gave up on picking one of the four people in the surveillance feed. Her fingers clattered across the keyboard for a while, then she frowned warily. "Besides him, why does it look like two other people have also hacked into the surveillance system?"
Those two Snipers did not have that kind of skill, and Vermouth was at the scene, so she had no need to do this.
And judging from the clues currently available, those other two intruders were not obediently watching the live murder investigation. They were trying to track other people.
...In any case, judging from their actions, neither side seemed to be mere spectators from the "Passerby Mutual Aid Association."
Who were they?
Curacao could not help becoming wary. Had that idiot Vodka been so focused on watching Uzo that someone had taken advantage of the opening?
It would be nice to see that guy fall flat on his face, but what if this is Uzo's plan? If Vodka goes down, won't Uzo have even more energy to do other things?
Curacao's thoughts moved faster than her fingertips. And if an executive gets into trouble, there will definitely be a thorough investigation. I only came in to take a casual look just now, and I didn't deliberately hide my tracks. Won't that drag me in too?—Wait, maybe this is the second stage of Uzo's plan!
Her casual spectating had suddenly brought trouble down on her head. It was too late to back out now.
Cursing under her breath, Curacao rapidly carried out a few operations, then slammed down the Enter key.
Vodka was watching the investigation intently when the screen suddenly distorted, and