(Thud)
Hirukawa Takuji froze. He had never expected someone to suddenly appear in this desolate street block.
He glared through gritted teeth at the hateful woman in a business suit, wanting badly to blow her up together with the cash-in-transit vehicle that was about to arrive. But an extra person meant extra trouble—his goal was not to blow up the cash-in-transit vehicle. The key was robbing it after it broke down. If the woman died in the blast along with the vehicle, that would be fine, but if she did not, would he not have one more person to silence?
Hirukawa Takuji could only silently shrink back and wait for the woman to leave, planning to put on his Fake police uniform and stop the cash-in-transit vehicle afterward.
The woman who had suddenly appeared checked her bearings and indeed seemed about to run in the other direction. But before she could take another step, a Motor roared. Another person swung in sideways on a Motorcycle, the tire scraping across a manhole cover before stopping in front of the woman.
Hirukawa Takuji: "...?"
One after another, why did they have to show up now of all times—and step right onto the props he had set up to blow up the cash-in-transit vehicle?!
He glared at the two of them through clenched teeth, dearly hoping they would hurry up and disappear while one chased and the other fled.
But things went against his wishes. The blonde man on the Motorcycle blocked the woman on foot. Not only did they not leave, they actually started chatting. "It really is you. Why are you running?"
Curacao: "..." Hmph. You did not even know that? She really did not know whether to envy him or pity him.
She glanced at the Motorcycle beneath Bourbon, which