"Ah! Damn it, damn it!"
Inside the hotel, Miyake Jiro, with bloodshot eyes, kept smashing things around, his chest heaving wildly as he hysterically vented his anger and fear.
Just before the news was broadcast, he had still been fantasizing about his imminent promotion, but he never dreamed that the Hokkaido Police would betray him by turning their backs on him.
Was this something a human could do?
These bastards all deserved to go to jail—to Hell!
Had he known they were so ruthless, Miyake Jiro would never have betrayed the investigation team, even if it meant death.
But there was no such thing as a regret medicine in the world.
After wreaking havoc in the room, his emotions gradually stabilized. Miyake Jiro gasped for air, his expression uncertain, guessing that the investigation team must have been searching the city for him. If they caught him, it would be the end.
He had to run, he had to leave Sapporo overnight.
