Almost simultaneously, the car doors clicked shut.
A rough male voice came from the front seat. "Big Brother, they've already picked up the secretary and boarded from the other side—the signal has been blocked, so no more messages will get out."
Schindler: "...?!"
As if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head in the dead of winter, he abruptly turned around and looked at the "secretary" who had just seen him out.
At that moment, the power came back on. The pitch-black Beika City Hall suddenly lit up like a gigantic, translucent fluorescent lantern, illuminating a figure beside the side door.
As the darkness receded, that person was clearly reflected in Schindler's trembling pupils—he was no "secretary" at all, but a stranger Schindler had never seen before!
The young man in black watched his car from afar. Like a dutiful butler, he gave a slight bow, as though silently seeing him off.
Then he adjusted the sunglasses on his face, turned, and walked back through the side door, quickly disappearing into the corridor.
"..."
Looking at that all-black outfit, then recalling the men in black inside the car, Schindler suddenly realized something.
He abruptly reached out, frantically trying to pull open the car door.
"Tsk." The elegant blonde woman beside him seemed displeased by his madman-like behavior and struck the side of his neck with her gun.
With a dull thud, the car fell silent. Schindler collapsed limply, and Vermouth casually shoved him into a corner.
"Schindler once claimed that he had emails set to require confirmation every 24 hours. His secretary had them too. Otherwise, secrets about us would automatically be sent out."
Gin started the car, carrying their prey away. As he sent a confirmation email to The Boss, he sneered, "Let's see