Vodka identified the sound and quickly realized that the car's engine was parked across the street, separated from him by a building.
He circled around to the side and quietly peered through a gap. He vaguely saw a man in a white shirt and sunglasses laboriously dragging another person out of the car and carrying him upstairs.
"Getting this tired from carrying one person? His physical fitness is seriously lacking. For someone built like that guy just now, I could carry two."
Vodka adjusted his sunglasses, a hint of pride welling up inside him. Looks like it's just an ordinary kidnapping planned by ordinary criminals. These inexperienced, weaklings are nowhere near the caliber of an organization elite like me.
But that works out nicely. If the other party dares call the police or arrange an ambush, I can use these kidnappers to make them fight each other while I take the chance to get away.
A string of plans rapidly took shape in Vodka's mind.
Yet his body soon stiffened slightly. Wait, a kidnapping... It's not a Murder Case, but for some reason, I have a bad feeling about this.
After hesitating for a moment, Vodka withdrew his gaze from the spectacle.
He estimated the distance to the meeting place and how much time it would take, then hurried in that direction. At the same time, he messaged the Peripheral Members stationed nearby to be ready to provide support: he needed to finish the transaction as quickly as possible and get far away from this dangerous area!
If there weren't only one minute left until the meeting time, I'd really want to tell them to change locations. Vodka prayed inwardly. I hope everything goes smoothly. Don't let me run into that ghost thing that causes trouble everywhere.
"B-Boss!"
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