Vodka really wanted to tell the truth like that, then trigger a war between man and cat. While Calvados fought that bastard Uzo Cat, he could sit by and watch with a silent smile... Unfortunately, he couldn't.
He could only smack his lips, ending his fantasy, and say regretfully, "Things were such a mess back then. It was already good enough that I managed to haul you into the car. How could I have had time to worry about your Sniper Rifle?"
Calvados's breath caught, and he clutched his chest. "So... you left my Sniper Rifle at the scene?"
Vodka sensed something was off and corrected him warily, "You dropped the gun yourself—strictly speaking, you were the one who left your Sniper Rifle at the scene."
So the gun was still lost.
Calvados's arm went limp, and he flopped back into his seat with a thud.
Vodka jumped, then looked back and saw that the guy was still alive, merely drained of strength. Only then did he let out a breath. "..." It didn't matter whether Calvados lived or died, but if this guy really died, Uzo's lethality would probably rise another notch... Fortunately, things hadn't reached their worst point yet.
Calvados lay sprawled in his seat like a corpse for a while. Then he suddenly remembered something and propped himself back up, his slow movements carrying a trace of stubbornness.
"Those cops are always careless. If we're lucky, they might not have found my gun yet—after the Murder Case is over, why don't we go back to that mountain and look for it?"
"..." Vodka rolled his eyes. They had barely escaped that stage unscathed. He would have to be an idiot to go back and offer up his human head.
But the guy in the car was stubborn