"Hm?" Sato Miwako, who had just put handcuffs on the Knit Cap man, immediately became alert at those words. She forcefully twisted the drug dealer's arm beneath her. "Talk. What else did you hide?!"
The Knit Cap man yelped, his face turning pale from pain. "I didn't! Don't falsely accuse me!"
Calvados stiffly turned his head and looked toward Officer Takagi. "...?"
The Shinkansen ultimately arrived at Tokyo Station on time.
The passengers discussed their thrilling experience along the way as they happily got off the train and headed home.
Of course, some people were unable to feel happy—Calvados watched the police fussing around the suspicious spot and silently gripped the back of the chair in front of him, nearly crushing the chair apart.
But as more and more train police and criminal police boarded the train, along with reporters carrying cameras and microphones to interview the "kind-hearted passerby who helped stop the drug dealer"... no matter how unwilling he was, he could only painfully abandon the gun hidden in the chair and slowly turn around, stumbling off the train as if sleepwalking.
Almost the instant he stepped onto the platform, Calvados heard a cry of surprise from inside the carriage. "A gun! There's a gun hidden here!"
"..."
In an indescribably sorrowful atmosphere, an organization member left the platform with heavy steps.
He had left Tokyo armed to the teeth, yet now he had returned completely stripped: three pistols, a Shotgun, a Sniper Rifle... all of them had fallen into the hands of those damned police officers.
His bag was empty, and so was his body. Calvados had never felt so light, nor had his heart ever felt so heavy.
...What was he supposed to do now?
Walking out of the station and looking up at the blue