Vodka hid behind the counter, secretly hoping for a shootout that would send both the curly-haired man and the bespectacled brat packing.
Yet after listening intently for a long while, he heard only a few scattered noises outside, not the gunfire he had been hoping for.
"...What's going on?" Vodka wondered. "Weren't there still two armed robbers? Where did they go? Don't tell me they've already run out of bullets?"
He edged toward the side of the counter, hesitating over whether to poke his head out for a look. But he feared that, given Uzo's twisted sense of humor, he might be assigned some terrifying scene where a stray bullet struck him in the forehead the instant he looked out.
As he wrestled with himself, two shadows suddenly fell over him. Vodka looked up in terror, thinking the two robbers had found him. But when he focused, he saw only two people in police uniforms—the police had arrived to wrap things up.
At the sight of the police, Vodka let out a heavy sigh of relief.
But before he could fully relax, the two officers' gazes sharpened as they stared at him. Then, before Vodka's stunned eyes, they pounced on him and slammed the person behind the counter to the ground.
"?!!" Only then did Vodka remember that he was an outlaw. He instinctively struggled. "Wait, I'm Friendly Forces!"
The police had no time to listen to him. They glanced at the conspicuous red paint on Vodka's chest, restrained him, and spoke into the Walkie-talkie: "One found behind the counter on the fifth floor, confirmed apprehended!"
Vodka: "???" Apprehended what? Why are you arresting me? Mr. Yamada is a law-abiding citizen!... Idiots, you've fallen for Uzo's scheme again!!
While the hospital was in chaos.
On the rooftop of the