While the organization members handled the aftermath.
Elsewhere, the FBI was also busy.
Jodie skillfully finished her statement and left the Metropolitan Police Department.
After giving it some thought, she called her immediate superior, James, to report the general events of the day.
"I already know."
In a patch of woods, James stepped over dead leaves, phone in hand, and let out a silent sigh. "We were still too naïve—although we'd decided to stop pursuing Uzo and focus on Vermouth instead, it seems they have no intention of letting this page turn so easily. What you went through today was truly a brush with death."
Hearing that, Jodie scratched her head sheepishly. "I didn't really help much either. I survived without even knowing how. Come to think of it, I feel like they were targeting Shuichi more than me—maybe my foreign teacher disguise is convincing enough that those people still haven't noticed anything?"
James: "..." You're quite optimistic. Who was it that jumped at the sound of a police siren not long ago?
He stroked his pale beard and seriously instructed her, "Don't let your guard down. Prepare for the worst."
"Okay." Jodie suddenly remembered something, and her expression turned solemn. "By the way, how is Shuichi doing? I remember he climbed over the guardrail halfway through and slipped into the woods by the roadside—the owner of Jiang Xia Detective Agency was chasing him for some reason, but with Shuichi's skills, he must have escaped successfully, right?"
"Of course, it's just..." James replied, quite gratified by the skills of the FBI Ace under his command. But when he remembered another matter related to him, his mood quietly became complicated.
On the other end of the line, Jodie keenly caught the implication. Her heart tightened. "Just what? Did something happen?"
James