"The best option was to reject these strangers first, then borrow their train of thought and have his subordinates prepare exactly the same equipment."
Irish sighed. "Hashimoto Maya isn't far from here, and he's always been quick on his feet. Unfortunately, there isn't enough fuel left—let's try that rescue team."
Mysterious organization cadres were supposed to avoid contact with others as much as possible... but by now, he had even given statements several times already. A mere rescue team was no longer enough to stir any waves in his heart.
Hearing Irish say that, Vodka was silent for a moment, then turned the steering wheel without another word and drove toward Kobotoke Tunnel.
Vodka: "..." Hashimoto Maya... is Hashimoto Maya your subordinate? And you dare use him so casually. Even if you really asked him for help, I'd never drive the car over there—rather than trust some new Uzo lackey like that, he might as well take a gamble on the helpful citizen on the other side of the phone.
With different thoughts in mind, the two of them drove the car, carrying its dwindling fuel, toward the nearby tunnel.
At the same time, on another road.
The bus hijacked by the villains was also heading in the same direction.
The villains had clearly scouted the area beforehand and were extremely familiar with this stretch of road.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, they soon estimated the remaining time needed to reach the tunnel.
Seeing that the timing was about right, the two exchanged a glance, then turned their heads to look at the passengers in the bus.
"Hey, you, that pretty boy with glasses." Little Red Riding Hood pointed his gun barrel at Dr. Araide from afar, then pointed at Akai Shuichi. "And that country bumpkin without