The terrified robber looked on the verge of snapping, as though he might start spraying bullets and take everyone in the room with him at any moment.
Vermouth and Akai Shuichi felt the immense pressure again. They wanted to step in and stop him, but they were wary of each other, inevitably slowing their actions.
Just then, a figure suddenly twisted around and lunged at the robber—the lobby manager had been stuffing money into a bag under the gunman's threat and was closest to him.
Now, while the robber was thrown into confusion, he made a split-second decision. He pounced forward, grabbed the robber's arm, and used the techniques the company had taught him during training to forcefully pin the man to the ground.
In the struggle, the robber nervously clenched his fingers. The trigger was pulled, and with a bang, the gun fired.
A burnt smell rose from Akai Shuichi's knit cap—a Bullet grazed his hat, struck the wall, then ricocheted away with a ding.
Akai Shuichi: "..."
Vermouth: "..." So she was not the one being targeted today—the FBI was?... Not bad. She wholeheartedly supported Uzo's righteous act today.
It was just a pity the Bullet had missed slightly. If only it had hit him right in the forehead...
At that thought, Vermouth's lips twitched, and she nearly smiled. But she quickly came to her senses, forcibly suppressed the corners of her mouth, and tried her best to maintain the expression of terror appropriate for a frightened customer.
Before she could fully compose her expression, another bang rang out—the lobby manager had wrestled the robber to the ground, but their fight was clearly not over. Amid the chaos, a second shot suddenly fired, striking the ceiling at an angle.
Vermouth sensed something and instinctively took a sharp step