The beginning of the matter was the arrest of the manager designated by Anderson, and the completion of the crackdown on the Nikephilia Club. It was the moment when the dispatch of personnel for cleanup was requested.
"──Yes, I confirmed that as instructed."
"...You must be joking."
──I'm...not being watched, right?
While holding the mobile device to his ear, Moore involuntarily glanced left and right.
"...That aside, Your Excellency. Regarding the files I sent..."
"...It's from an informant who is cooperating with us."
The contents of the file sent from Viper included information on the Nikephilia Club, which is currently operating, including details about its location, manager, and individual employees.
Thanks to this information, the crackdown was expected to intensify.
However, Moore probably had no intention of revealing the identity of the informant. As the commander leading a somewhat independent special operations unit, he made the judgment. Anderson didn't press further, and he hinted at his understanding in his response.
"...We have also detained employees and customers of the club just to be safe. When can we expect reinforcements?"
"...Not as much as Your Excellency..."
A middle-aged handsome man who aged gracefully, maintained a naturally rugged facial structure, and kept a low body fat percentage. He's the last person to say such things.
"...That aside, what will happen to those we arrested?"
This time, the mass-produced Nikke of the Mysis type, Product T12, who had taken a seat opposite, filled a glass with ice, poured water, and offered it to Moore on a coaster. As if expressing gratitude for the hospitality, he nodded in acknowledgment.
A young man with a rugged facial structure directed a piercing gaze straight at her, and perhaps because of that, a faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks, causing her to involuntarily avert her gaze.
"Well, since I didn't have handcuffs on hand... I've restrained them using their belts."
Being Moore's immediate superior, it seemed he understood well what Moore was likely to do. As Anderson voiced his expectation, Moore, with a cigarette held between his fingers, brought the rim of the glass to his lips and tilted it enough to moisten them.
"──All of them are packed into soundproof private rooms. Thanks to that, we're spending our time comfortably, so even if the reinforcements are a bit late, it's not a problem."
The beginning of the matter was the arrest of the manager designated by Anderson, and the completion of the crackdown on the Nikephilia Club. It was the moment when the dispatch of personnel for cleanup was requested.
"──Yes, I confirmed that as instructed."
"...You must be joking."
──I'm...not being watched, right?
While holding the mobile device to his ear, Moore involuntarily glanced left and right.
"...That aside, Your Excellency. Regarding the files I sent..."
"...It's from an informant who is cooperating with us."
The contents of the file sent from Viper included information on the Nikephilia Club, which is currently operating, including details about its location, manager, and individual employees.
Thanks to this information, the crackdown was expected to intensify.
However, Moore probably had no intention of revealing the identity of the informant. As the commander leading a somewhat independent special operations unit, he made the judgment. Anderson didn't press further, and he hinted at his understanding in his response.
"...We have also detained employees and customers of the club just to be safe. When can we expect reinforcements?"
"...Not as much as Your Excellency..."
A middle-aged handsome man who aged gracefully, maintained a naturally rugged facial structure, and kept a low body fat percentage. He's the last person to say such things.
"...That aside, what will happen to those we arrested?"
This time, the mass-produced Nikke of the Mysis type, Product T12, who had taken a seat opposite, filled a glass with ice, poured water, and offered it to Moore on a coaster. As if expressing gratitude for the hospitality, he nodded in acknowledgment.
A young man with a rugged facial structure directed a piercing gaze straight at her, and perhaps because of that, a faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks, causing her to involuntarily avert her gaze.
"Well, since I didn't have handcuffs on hand... I've restrained them using their belts."
Being Moore's immediate superior, it seemed he understood well what Moore was likely to do. As Anderson voiced his expectation, Moore, with a cigarette held between his fingers, brought the rim of the glass to his lips and tilted it enough to moisten them.
"──All of them are packed into soundproof private rooms. Thanks to that, we're spending our time comfortably, so even if the reinforcements are a bit late, it's not a problem."
