Seeing that the bus had caused no trouble, Amuro Tooru relaxed as well. He held the Binoculars and continued observing the situation below.
Not long after the bus entered the Tunnel, Vodka and Irish's Lexus drove in after it.
Amuro Tooru was just about to follow and take a look when, suddenly, a black Porsche 356A burst out from a forest path onto the road section that should have been sealed off, then plunged straight into the Tunnel.
"?" Amuro Tooru watched the iconic black car flash past. Recalling the multiple silhouettes inside, his expression changed slightly, and his heart gave an involuntary jolt.
Had he relaxed too soon...?
"They're here, they're here!"
Inside the Tunnel, beside the Rescue Vehicle, the atmosphere was as festive as New Year's.
Watching the approaching Lexus from afar, the Public Security officers disguised as the Rescue Team composed their expressions and assumed the grave, tense looks appropriate for a rescue operation.
Then, dividing up their roles in an orderly fashion, they stood beside the road signs they had just set out, waving their little guide flags with convincing professionalism as they directed the car carrying Vodka and Irish into the truck.
Inside the black Lexus.
Vodka narrowed his eyes at the truck ahead and vaguely made out the rollers and protective netting inside.
...It really was a feasible rescue plan.
But for some reason, perhaps because things had gone too smoothly, he still felt uneasy.
Still...
Looking at the glaring warning light on the fuel gauge, Vodka fell silent. Maybe his unease was because the car was about to run out of gas—after all, even if this rescue operation was Uzo's next trap, struggling after stepping into it was still better than being blown away on the spot by the bomb in the