Suddenly, Irish narrowed his eyes. "Something's wrong."
Vodka: "!"
Irish slowly turned the gun toward him. "You're being far too proactive. Theoretically, no matter how much an adult changes, their nature is hard to alter—you're usually timid and avoid trouble, and you're not that eager for credit. But now, you actually want to take on the job of blowing up the bus, a task with both merit and blame..."
The more Irish spoke, the more serious the problem seemed. His gaze turned cold. "Talk. Who sent you to pick me up? What exactly are you plotting?"
Vodka: "..."
Why was this guy always sharp when he wasn't supposed to be?! If you have this kind of insight, why not use it against Uzo?!
Irish sneered. "If you don't talk, I'll shoot."
"..." Vodka anxiously tried to think of a solution, but failed.
In the end, he could only smile grimly, give up entirely, and decide to share his despair with the aggressive ally in the back seat.
He drew in a deep breath. "There's a bomb in this car too!"
Irish: "..."
Irish tried hard to process those words, suspecting he had misheard. "...What did you say?"
Vodka took a deep breath and dumped the situation on him all at once. "You think I wanted to come pick you up? I just wanted to stay closer to the bus! There's a bomb attached to the underside of my car. Once the speed drops below... I don't know below what. I was too busy running just now to hear what that wailing police car was shouting. Those idiots, they didn't even turn off the police siren when they were making such an important announcement... Anyway, the moment we slow down, it'll explode!
"This road has been sealed off, so no other