Chapter 237

Silence filled the pod as it slowly ascended toward the apex.

Toru Amuro finally reached the uppermost passage, leaped over the guardrail, grabbed the ladder of the Ferris wheel, and climbed onto the massive circular track.

"I arrived first."

Just as Toru Amuro stood up with a smirk, a gust of wind blew his hat away.

The hat spun through the night sky, flying toward the track of the north wheel.

FBI agent Akai Shuichi Akai stood on the north wheel's track; he noticed the hat fluttering toward him and looked in Toru Amuro's direction.

"So you really did come."

Toru Amuro, glaring at Akai Shuichi Akai, took off his jacket and stood up; the jacket, caught by the wind, vanished instantly into the pitch-black sea.

The two Ferris wheels, rotating in opposite directions, turned slowly, and Toru Amuro and Akai Shuichi Akai gradually drew closer.

Toru Amuro said loudly, "Curacao must be handed over to us, the police, to handle."

"And if I refuse?" A look of disdain appeared on Akai Shuichi Akai's face.

"Then I will give it my all until I snatch her away!!"

Toru Amuro clenched his fists in front of his chest and charged toward Akai Shuichi Akai.

"Stop it, Akai Shuichi Akai!"

Akai Shuichi Akai let out a snort of laughter through his nose.

Toru Amuro accelerated to the edge of the track, took a massive leap, and flew toward the track where Akai Shuichi Akai was located.

"What a lunatic!"

Kaze Akaso had his legs propped up on the table, holding a glass of wine, watching the two of them fight.

Are these agents lacking women?

Their hormones have nowhere to vent, which is why they keep fighting regardless of who is friend or foe.

However, since the bombs had already been dismantled, Kaze Akaso was happy to watch the spectacle.

He turned his head to glance at the pod about to reach the apex.

What choice would Curacao make now that her memory had returned?

His gaze was like water, rippling endlessly.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Accompanied by a deafening sound, colorful light spilled into the sky.

The pod at the very top of the Ferris wheel could watch the fireworks closer than anyone else; streams of radiant light flew past them constantly.

Curacao suddenly lifted her head, the colors of the night sky reflected in her bright eyes.

As if she had forgotten everything that happened before, Curacao stared intently at the fireworks shooting into the sky, her body beginning to tremble slightly.

She looked so strange.

Yuya Kazami, sitting opposite her, frowned.

Curacao remained in that position, head tilted back watching the fireworks, as if possessed by something, staring at the display, lost in thought.

"Could it be because of the fireworks?"

Yuya Kazami turned his head to look at the fireworks.

At that moment, the five-colored lights projected from directly beneath the pod, spreading out in a fan shape, converged toward the center and overlapped before Curacao's eyes.

The overlapping beams moved left and right, spreading out in a fan shape with white, orange, green, and red colors. The interlacing beams were reflected in Curacao's pupils.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly, Curacao let out a massive cry.

She clutched her head tightly with her hands and crouched to the ground in pain.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Calm down!"

Yuya Kazami shouted loudly at Curacao.

A violent headache struck; Curacao struggled frantically, her sorrowful cries echoing inside the pod.

"Hey, are you alright? Pull yourself together, I'll call an ambulance right away."

Yuya Kazami pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing.

"There's no need for that!"

A black shadow flashed; Yuya Kazami's head was kicked hard, slamming him against the pod's glass.

"So she really did recover!"

Observing the situation inside the pod through binoculars, Vermouth said with a smile.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

Curacao sat on the floor, dazed, looking at the unconscious Yuya Kazami, various thoughts swirling in her mind.

There were images of the many years spent in the Black Organization, and also images of being with Kaze Akaso today.

The two sets of images constantly intertwined, and her heart was in chaos.

Beside her, Yuya Kazami's dropped phone suddenly rang.

Curacao's eyes moved; she looked at the number on the screen—it was very familiar.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone to answer.

"Long time no see, Vermouth."

Hearing Curacao's voice, Vermouth smiled: "You really did recover."

"Don't worry, Gin will come to pick you up soon."

"Gin..." Curacao muttered to herself, dazed.

"That's right. By the way, when did your memory recover? I heard you used your phone to contact Rum."

I used my phone to contact Rum?

I don't remember contacting him.

The phone I used for contact seems to have been broken during the accident.

And then that phone...

In Curacao's mind, an image surfaced of her phone being held by Kaze Akaso.

At that time, he had even gently wiped the dust from her face.

"If it wasn't the message you sent..." Vermouth's expression began to turn cold.

"Ah, of course I sent that message. Is there a problem?"

Curacao suddenly replied.

"Is that so?" Vermouth frowned.

If that's the case, then Kir and Bourbon aren't undercover agents; they just ran away because they didn't want to be wrongly killed.

But no matter how I think about it, something feels wrong.

Vermouth shook her head; she didn't want to get too involved in this.

"The pumpkin carriage is waiting for you."

Looking at the countdown displayed on her laptop, Vermouth placed her phone back on the table.

She pressed the button on the communicator hanging on her ear and began the countdown in a low voice.

"Five seconds left... three, two, one, zero!"

When the countdown reached "0," the power outage program began to operate.

The lights in the amusement park went dark one after another, and by the time it reached the hotel where Vermouth was, it became pitch black.

Amidst the chaos of the tourists, Vermouth smiled and looked out the window.

The Ferris wheel spotlights and LED screens also dimmed, the pod's lighting equipment went out, and all external facilities were surrounded by darkness.

"Gin, you can begin your plan."

Vermouth appeared on the helicopter's headset.

"Good." Gin sneered and gave the order, "Vodka! Deploy the crane arm."

Sitting in the back of the military helicopter, Vodka quickly pressed the keys on the laptop in his hand, his left hand sliding and clicking on the touchpad.

From the hatch at the bottom of the aircraft, a crane arm extended, and the propellers on both sides of the helicopter began to rotate...

"Damn it, they've started their move!"