As Rena Mizunashi spoke, perhaps because her emotions had surged up or because of the pain from her injuries, those words seemed to be squeezed out through her clenched back teeth.
Anyone listening would have thought that she had been thoroughly enraged by her own bedraggled state and had lost some of her reason.
Gin could not even be bothered to glance at the rearview mirror. He first informed the people in the comms, who had grown much quieter after the sudden turn of events, of the rendezvous point before coldly giving her half an answer. "Don't even think about it."
Judging by the outcome of this operation, if not for the FBI's interference, they could have created a few public safety incidents, repeated today's strategy, sent in some dangerous little items, and detonated them at an appropriate moment. They might really have been able to level half of Haido Central Hospital.
But that would have been a shocking, earth-shaking act far beyond an ordinary attack, one bound to draw countless eyes. Gin would never make that decision.
"Getting a batch of explosives, Gin..." Apparently deeply dissatisfied with Gin's rebuttal, Rena Mizunashi fixed a dark gaze on the back of his head. "Is there some issue with the budget? Then perhaps we could consider..."
"Plastic explosives are easy to trace," Gin interrupted her unwilling questioning. "We could use them as an exception this time because the FBI would definitely recover them."
Much as the FBI had guessed, those plastic explosives had not truly been meant to inflict any great damage. They were more like a tangible but not immediately pressing threat, meant to pressure the FBI into dealing with them. The FBI could not simply discard them; they could only carry them while they moved.
Those FBI agents lacked an