After tossing out those keywords, Vodka lowered his voice and took two steps farther away from the car before explaining in detail, "Did you see the photo I sent? The cat Uzo keeps dragged away the Sniper Rifle! That gun belonged to Calvados—if the killer's Hunting Rifle hadn't 'accidentally' hit Calvados, we would've shot Chizo Ogura dead by now."
Though he did not say it outright, every word revealed who the real culprit behind the mission's failure was.
Vodka clutched the phone eagerly, hoping Brother Gin would say something like, "Uzo went too far," and then dish out an appropriate punishment—like sending that guy to Siberia to grow potatoes...
After several seconds, Gin's voice finally came through. "Got it."
Vodka: "...?"
What did he mean, "Got it"? The mission had failed, the target had escaped, the Organization's secrets might be exposed... Shouldn't he be furious right now and severely punish that annoying troublemaker?
While Vodka stood there in confusion, on the other end of the call...
Gin lit a cigarette. He truly was not all that anxious.
During that botched transaction some time ago, the dead United States reporter had taken the Organization's money, while Chizo Ogura, who had escaped this time, had mistakenly taken the drugs the Organization had ordered.
After that happened, Gin immediately dealt with the matter: kill those who needed punishing, repurchase the drugs they had failed to obtain, and add those who needed silencing to the mission list. In other words, the Organization had already reacquired the drugs it needed the day after the incident.
And just last night, word had come from the Laboratory: the drug's purity and efficacy differed from what the Organization had expected. In other words, the long-term cooperation they had originally planned could now be called off.
Since that was