In the distance, on the road on the other side.
Gin heard his phone ring, but had no time to check it. He reached a hand out the window, aimed his gun at the vehicle ahead, and pulled the trigger hard.
Amid several gunshots, the car ahead suddenly swerved and dodged. A hand likewise stretched out from its driver's seat... then loosened, dropping a grenade.
Gin, who had been about to drive away from the gunfire: "..."
Boom—
Amid the explosion sound, the Black Porsche charged over the curb and came to a stop on the beach. Gin gritted his teeth and turned back, only to see Akai Shuichi driving a car he had no idea whether the man had tricked someone out of or stolen, speeding away into the moonlight.
After a moment of silence, Gin took out a Walkie-talkie with a grim expression. "He'll be there soon. Korn, aim at the person. Chianti, aim at the car... Forget it, both of you aim at the car. Don't miss."
A brief reply came from the other end, and the call ended.
—A few minutes earlier, when he had heard Vodka's report, Gin had known things were not that simple. Akai Shuichi pretending to be captured and using the Rescue Team to avoid the police as he came ashore—that was entirely possible. But for a group of ordinary people to truly keep an eye on him... then That Lord would never have called that man the "Silver Bullet."
So the place he needed to go was not the so-called duty room that idiot Vodka had mentioned, but Akai Shuichi's escape route—on one side of the pier was the bridge clogged into a complete mess. If he wanted to leave quickly, he could only head in the other direction.
Gin immediately