"Kumeru, that lunatic...!"
With a hard brake, Vodka nearly crashed straight into the van ahead. He couldn't even remember that the line was still connected and the other party could hear everything, and he couldn't help cursing.
He was tailing Carmel's car, which had the better driver and a capacity of two, so the pressure on him was already considerable. One slip and traffic could shake him off. Then came that sudden brake...
A rear-end collision between cars would have been one thing, but this involved motorcycles. The riders' safety was much harder to guarantee.
"Oh my, what happened? Did you crash?" Tangze's voice remained cheerful, as though he hadn't heard Vodka's furious curse at all. "Then it looks like my plan worked?"
Vermouth planted one foot on the ground and looked at Shuichi Akai ahead, who also seemed to be thrown into confusion by the sudden stop. She pursed her lips and felt too embarrassed to say anything.
Kumeru really hadn't considered the circumstances under which he had rammed that car.
The car Curacao was in, like Shuichi Akai's, was a small sedan.
Almost the instant Kumeru changed into the far-left lane, he yanked the wheel and scraped through the gap between two cars in the adjacent lane, sending the entire vehicle flying over the bridge guardrail.
The speed required to knock two cars off together was terrifying. Total chaos on the road was unavoidable.
In their panic, the cars behind them—and even some ahead that had no idea what was happening—soon became involved in a chain collision. Traffic across the bridge nearly came to a standstill.
"You really did stop everyone," Vermouth added with perfect objectivity. "Should I shoot Shuichi Akai now?"
Whether Shuichi Akai was killed or wounded didn't really matter. What she mainly didn't want was