The long-faced "rescue teams": "..."
Thinking that this was, after all, an order from their superior, they faced the cameras and reporters and forced up smiles that were anything but happy.
Nearby, Amuro Tooru nodded to himself at the sight. Then he stepped on the gas and sped past this dangerous area.
At the same time, Amuro Tooru pressed his phone and called Kazami Yuuya.
"Do you remember my earlier deduction? Uzo is very likely on that bus."
Amuro Tooru looked behind him through the rearview mirror. On the devastated ground, the passengers were leaving in an orderly fashion under police direction.
His gaze slowly swept across them, sharp and piercing. "Thoroughly investigate every passenger on the bus, and pay close attention to their statements. Also, sort out the footage taken by bystanders as soon as possible. There may be something extremely important hidden in it."
Kazami Yuuya perked up. He had thought work was already over, but now it seemed this was only the true beginning—if they could really use this method to uncover that person's true identity...
He took a deep breath, feeling as though he had glimpsed a ray of hope in his despairing overtime-filled life. "Yes, I'll give it everything I've got!"
While speaking with his subordinate, Amuro Tooru habitually drove at breakneck speed. Before long, he passed a police car heading for the Metropolitan Police Department.
Inside the police car, two sharp gazes turned toward him.
"That guy sure has it easy. He stayed far away, didn't suffer a scratch, and only came out to reap the rewards after everything was over." Using the police radio as cover, Irish spoke quietly to Vodka. "And he even pretended to be a good person to win Jiang Xia's favor."
Vodka had still been nodding indignantly at