Vodka had been driving just now—driving while on the run, no less—so he hadn't dared read the text carefully and had only listened to the news through his earpiece.
Now that they had stopped, and after hearing the news from Brother Gin, he didn't dare delay. Suspiciously, he opened his phone and began carefully reading the case Jiang Xia had just solved with the thoroughness of a reading-comprehension exercise.
Soon, his gaze landed on the final few paragraphs.
"'The fugitive is suspected to be connected to the recent string of shooting incidents'... Shooting incidents?"
Vodka caught that keyword, and a question mark popped up over his head.
Over the past few days, in order to find Chizo Ogura and silence him, Vodka had dug through every last bit of information on the man. It wasn't hard to see that Chizo Ogura was merely a small-time drug dealer, so insignificant that the Organization usually couldn't even be bothered to spare him a glance. Let alone a gun, he probably wouldn't even dare carry an extra sharpened Knife.
And yet someone like that was connected to shooting incidents...
His mind buzzed for a moment, then Vodka understood. "The police caught Chizo Ogura in that mountain and found Calvados's Sniper Rifle, so they linked the two together!"
"But I saw Uzo's cat drag that Sniper Rifle away with my own eyes. How did it end up in the police's hands?"
After a brief moment of confusion, inspiration struck Vodka, and he felt like he had figured something out.
His fists clenched slightly. "Could Uzo have deliberately let me see that scene, making me think I'd caught him red-handed?
"That way, when I complained to Brother Gin and Brother Gin questioned him, he could righteously deny taking the Sniper Rifle.
"By using such a