When Gin passed by nearby today, he saw Rum's sushi truck swaggering this way. After thinking it over for a moment, Gin simply came to take a look as well.
...And then he saw a "fine show" that made killing intent surge within him.
Rum was certainly annoying, but Uzo's grand performance inside Tokyo Tower was no less so. Take his eyes off him for a moment, and the guy had created a vicious situation that made Gin want to strap him to a shooting target and empty an entire magazine into him.
Gin let out an irritated snort.
To him, someone like Uzo was truly difficult to control, somewhat like an even more troublesome Vermouth—when dealing with other members, all Gin had to do was point a gun at their heads when they misbehaved, and most of their arrogance would disappear. They knew he would dare to pull the trigger at any moment, and would not face much punishment for it.
But Uzo...
There was no need to point a gun at him. This guy had gotten himself next to a bomb all on his own, and the kind of powerful bomb that would not leave even a speck of ash behind after it exploded. Its power was more than a hundred times that of a handgun.
...Why hadn't the organization found a psychiatrist yet?
Gin was deeply dissatisfied with such low-level efficiency.
But now that things had come to this, even if he kidnapped two highly skilled Psychiatrists and forcibly packed them into the elevator, it was already too late.
Gin: "..." Since he could not do anything elsewhere for the moment, then by depriving Uzo of one spectator, he could at least make his performance a little less enjoyable.
Besides, Uzo liked using similar methods to set