The Porsche 356A cruised steadily along a mountain road under the cover of night. Having already cut off communications, Gin clearly had no intention of dealing with these troublesome colleagues anymore.
Tooru Amuro adjusted the volume on his earpiece and listened for a while to Chianti's endless complaints at Korn. More than ten minutes later, he finally heard another sound: Vermouth's motorcycle starting up. After two roaring bursts, the engine caught.
"I thought you'd be going to Tokyo, Vermouth." Lowering Chianti's volume, Tooru Amuro spoke in an even tone. "I was transferred here to help. Rye—hm, no, Shuichi Akai, another rat. I thought you'd be the one taking over the surveillance on Tang Ze Zhao."
Vermouth's voice carried a muffled echo; she was probably wearing a motorcycle helmet. "That had been the plan—after all, I still haven't seen that boy from the Tang Ze family with my own eyes. What a pity."
Although he had already inferred from the earlier conversation that Vermouth had some connection to the Tang Ze couple, hearing her confirm it herself still made Tooru Amuro's heart sink.
More eyes were watching the Tang Ze family than he had expected.
Then why was Vermouth watching Tangze as well?
She was one of the code-named members Tooru Amuro had interacted with more often within the Organization, and he had never stopped investigating her since. This ageless witch occupied a highly unusual place in the Organization and was well worth digging into. But precisely because of that, he could not investigate her too openly. If he aroused her suspicions, the consequences could be severe.
Could the Tang Ze couple's research have affected her too?
He remembered that Vermouth also loathed Sherry, apparently because of the drug research Sherry had led... If she had not been affected by their