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"These snipers looking down on us from above have no idea how hard our lives are." Vodka snorted. "We really ought to find a way to send Chianti to Uzo's hands and let her become a model citizen too—then let's see if she can still laugh when she sees the words 'acting righteously'!"
Elsewhere, Vermouth watched Amuro Tooru swiftly take down and tie up the four robbers, then run outside to check for any stragglers nearby. She silently sighed.
—That was what she had valued about him back then. She had wanted to bring Bourbon over so he could stall for time after Sherry was captured and bear Uzo's wrath... Yet this guy had been completely useless. Worse, he was the one who had led Uzo here.
"It's not stupidity that's scary. It's being stupid while also being good at fighting." Vermouth helplessly rubbed her temple. "I was far too naive back then. I completely underestimated how deeply Uzo had affected Bourbon... If I run into him again, I should just stay far away."
Inside the post office.
Hearing the clatter of guns hitting the floor by the entrance, along with the thuds of fists striking flesh, the rows of "employees" seated behind the counters and pretending to work jolted and looked up in shock.
Sato Miwako blankly watched the martial arts movie playing out outside for a while, then looked at Officer Shiratori across the table. Her eyes were full of confusion: What was going on? What had happened?
Officer Shiratori, dressed in a borrowed employee uniform, stared toward the entrance with no less bewilderment on his face.
—According to his deduction, once the robbers infiltrated the bank, they would surely threaten all the staff at gunpoint, forcing them away from the counters equipped with security measures