Gin put away his gun, looked at the blond man lying on the ground and Vermouth by the car, and clicked his tongue. "Trash."
After saying that, he turned to look at the red-haired man outside the bushes, blood also flowing from his forehead, then at Calvados beside him. Gin clicked his tongue again. "Two pieces of trash."
—As he had passed by earlier and seen two strangers carrying Calvados, who was sleeping like a dead pig, into the woods, he had vaguely felt that something was off.
To be safe, he had turned back for a look. The decision had proved very correct—not only was Calvados here, but even Vermouth was here.
Besides...
Gun in hand, Gin walked over to the passenger side and looked inside. He clicked his tongue again. Trouble after trouble. Why was Uzo's brat here too?
On the other side of the car.
Though Vermouth had inhaled some Hypnotic Gas as well, she had been careful to hold her breath. Coupled with the gunshot wounds all over her body—where even the slightest movement caused pain—she had managed to retain a trace of consciousness.
A few beats late, Vermouth realized what was happening. She froze for a moment, then suddenly understood. "..." Damn, it's Gin!... Cool Guy is going to be silenced too!
In her panic, she gritted her teeth and actually forced herself to stand up.
Whirling around, Vermouth's trembling pupils reflected Gin pulling open the passenger door... and then reaching in to lift Conan out of the car.
...Huh?
Vermouth wiped the blood from her face, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. The scene she had just witnessed had not been an illusion—Gin had really only pulled Conan out of the car.
"What... is going on?"
The terrible scene she had expected had not