Speaking of Calvados, Gin had long been dissatisfied with him.
In Gin's eyes, Snipers were merely useful tools. Whether Chianti, Korn, or Calvados, they should all have been equivalent to humanoid Sniper Rifles—there was no need for them to think. As long as they could follow orders and accurately shoot their targets dead, that was enough.
By that standard, Calvados was clearly unqualified. The guy always liked making his own judgments, standing out as especially unconventional among all the Snipers who lacked initiative.
Occasionally, that exceptional initiative produced miraculous results and earned praise from others. But to Gin, a commander whose word was law, Calvados was practically nothing but flaws from head to toe. Every time they worked together, Gin wanted to put a few bullets into the disobedient bastard's back.
Besides, anyone with half a brain could see Calvados's obsession with Vermouth. Vermouth was a scheming woman and unreliable to begin with. With Calvados helping her, her ability to carry out operations would rise another level, and Tokyo's destabilizing factors would increase yet again.
That was why his mood had been so steady when Vodka called to complain earlier. Honestly, if there were a suitable reason, he would not have minded Uzo sending Calvados on his way.
In a sense, Uzo had flaws similar to Calvados's. But setting ability aside, one had been discovered and cultivated by Gin himself, while the other was Vermouth's trusted subordinate. If the two came into conflict, there was no need to choose whom to favor.
Gin: "..." Even so, he still needed to give that guy a warning when the time came, lest he push his luck in the future.
With that in mind, he returned to the topic Uzo had sidetracked and bluntly pointed it out. "Two Organization Cadres appearing outside their