The bodyguards on site instantly focused their attention on the cleaner.
Based on their experience, that cleaning cart was perfect for hiding all sorts of weapons that could threaten the politician's well-being. The blue bucket inside it could easily conceal bombs or bottles of sulfuric acid.
Tokyo wasn't as stable as it used to be. The risks for bodyguards had increased, along with their workload and monthly insurance premiums, yet there was no sign of any salary increase. Even so, those who made their living in this line of work could only silently endure the exploitation from their superiors; their only recourse was to remain vigilant against any potential danger.
The cleaner, his hair completely white, noticed all eyes on him, and nervousness involuntarily flickered across his face.
"Hey, stop right there!" a perimeter bodyguard yelled, quickly gripping the gun under his clothes. He said sternly, "Let me check your cleaning tools."
