He hadn't caught Akai Shuichi, hadn't seen Uzo, and hadn't even managed to take advantage of Vermouth in her half-dead state. Even the strange machine he had obtained earlier had unfortunately broken because it had been rushed into the sea...
Amuro Tooru wrung the water from the corner of his clothes and only felt that today had been unlucky to the extreme.
However, misfortune was always relative.
In another hidden corner of Tokyo.
Calvados woke from unconsciousness, looked around in confusion, then suddenly flipped up like a carp and sat bolt upright in shock.
—Just now, Vermouth had come to him for help. Although what she wanted made things very difficult for him, a sniper without a gun, it was, after all, his goddess's request, so he had planned to do everything he could to find a way to carry it out.
But before he could come up with anything, a hateful curly-haired man had suddenly appeared beside him. The man had said he would help him, then jabbed an anesthetic needle into him.
"Where did that bastard come from, and what the hell is he trying to do?" Calvados gritted his teeth, then immediately realized something was wrong. "Wait, where is this? Wasn't I in a ramen shop?"
"Huh?" Just then, someone happened to pass by the doorway. Seeing him sitting up, the person stopped in surprise and said, "You're awake."
"You..." Calvados thought he looked a little familiar, then remembered—wasn't this the guy from Organization Logistics, that... that... he had forgotten the name. In short, if he was here, did that mean this was an Organization base?
Calvados asked in shock, "How could I be here?"
"Gin dumped you at the door, so we brought you in." As Logistics spoke, he seemed to think of something and cleared