On the third floor, in a room near the west side.
Robert could hear the gunfire outside growing louder and louder, signifying that the boy was getting closer to this place.
Quicker than expected.
He thought to himself, his face showing not a hint of panic as he sat in the chair, chuckling, "Don't be nervous, sit down and have a cup of tea."
With that, he proactively picked up the teapot and poured Ruriko Yokoo a cup of black tea.
Two subordinates stood behind the Vulcan Machine Gun. One was responsible for shooting, while the other ensured the supply of ammunition belts.
Those unwilling to join the CIA, no matter how talented they were, had to die.
Robert set down the teapot and lifted his black tea to sip. The flavor of milk and sugar in the tea was sweet and mellow, delicious enough to make one's brain dance.
What excellent tea, Robert mused inwardly, setting down his cup and then picking up a strawberry daifuku from the plate.
