Vermouth frowned as she looked around at the duplicate currency in the display cabinet. After hesitated for a moment, she picked up her phone again and sent Vodka a message:
[There's a duplicate. Please swap it for one I don't have.]
Vodka, who received the email: "..."
You say swap it, and I'm supposed to swap it for you? Then what fun would collecting have left? How am I supposed to motivate you people and get you to gather and analyze Uzo's intel with me?
"What a tasteless woman. And to think you had so many fans before. You don't understand the importance of blind boxes at all... No swap. Absolutely no swap!"
Vodka snorted and casually made up an excuse to refuse her: [The types of Uzo Coins are all generated randomly when they're distributed. That's the lowest-level code, and even I can't alter it unless I scrap everything and start over—but Brother Gin recently gave me some new tasks, and I don't have so much time to handle all that.]
After fobbing Vermouth off, Vodka didn't again waste time on this matter.
He quickly clicked open the new email he had just received and began reviewing Calvados's unlucky experiences tonight.
"My gut was right after all. This guy is the new toy Uzo has been paying attention to lately—back in Osaka, it was because of this bastard sniper that I was forced to get dragged through bad luck the whole way."
"Still, his guns should all be gone by now, right? Then why do I feel like Uzo's interest in him has only grown instead of fading? Could it really be because he's related to Vermouth?"
As he pondered, Vodka clicked open the freshly scraped news and quickly caught himself up.
"A bleeding toilet, a haunted tv, and