Korn glanced at his partner. "You also wanted to go in and eat?"
"..." Chianti opened her mouth, then closed it again. "No."
After a pause, she emphasized, "I just don't like sushi. It's not because I'm scared of that brat!"
Korn nodded. "There's nothing embarrassing about it. I'm scared too."
Chianti: "...Shut up! I said I'm not scared!"
The two snipers kept arguing, but in the end, they still packed up their things and left.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a dozen minutes later, Vodka finally managed to get his long-lost handgun back after much trouble.
"My gun!" In that instant, Vodka was practically moved to tears: was this just a gun? Of course not. This was the ticket Uzo had used to drag him onto the stage.
And now, with Brother Gin helping him get the gun back, that meant that from now on, he would never again have to be threatened by that hateful Uzo over this and forced to go out with him!
"And with this, Uzo doesn't have a gun in hand anymore. Without a doubt, his threat level has dropped sharply."
Vodka only felt that the future was bright. He could not help but murmur devoutly in his heart, "As expected of Brother Gin. The moment you stepped in, you solved the problem that's troubled me for so long—Brother, I'll follow you for the rest of my life!"
He was just thinking this when he saw Gin avoid his outstretched hand and toss the two guns he had just confiscated into the armrest box.
Vodka: "...?"
Gin glanced at him. "We'll hand them over to the technical side for inspection first. If there's no problem, I'll give yours back to you. Also, until we return after finishing this mission, don't carry any weapons on