But no matter what, the request seemed beneficial to them.
So this time, the gold-medal agent did not pay lip service while acting otherwise. He immediately waved over several tall, burly team members, then headed with Vodka toward the duty room where that vicious second generation was being held.
Surrounded by several muscular men, Vodka felt much more at ease. With so many unrelated people serving as shields, Akai Shuichi could hardly pull out a gun and shoot him out of the blue.
And if that guy did not use a gun and chose to fight instead, these rescue workers presumably would not stand idly by either. These Law-Abiding Citizens could be troublesome sometimes, but they were unexpectedly useful at other times.
Besides, after getting off the ship earlier, he had heard some news along the way: Akai Shuichi now seemed to be suspected of shooting a councilman.
"Though I don't know what happened with that councilman, I believe Akai Shuichi is innocent. Framing a target as a murderer—isn't that one of Uzo's most commonly used methods?"
"Hmph, to fall for such a simple trap. When it comes to guarding against Uzo, this so-called Silver Bullet is far inferior to me!"
As he looked at the ever-nearing duty room, Vodka's mindset grew more active with his rising tension. Come to think of it, what a pity. If it weren't so hard to get people out once they fell into police hands, I'd really like to charge into the middle of the police and shout, 'Akai Shuichi is in there!'
Then he could lead a huge force of police to flatten the duty room. Just imagining that scene made his blood boil.
Lost in thought, he stopped at the door of the duty room.
Stepping aside, Vodka said to the gold-medal