Crash.
The black revolver cylinder flew out from the second floor, fell into the ruins, and landed in the mud.
Saw withdrew his gaze from the gun, examining John, while reaching out to feel the blood flowing from his neck.
[Mission Objective Update:]
[Talk to Saw. (Unachieved)]
"You just mentioned Vito..."
Saw's voice was very hoarse.
When he opened his mouth, it exuded the scent of old-school gangsters, no menacing appearance, yet evoking cruel imagery.
"Vito has nothing to do with me being here."
John interrupted him, "Where's the stuff that Jingke Heavy Industry lost?"
"... Oh, you're working for the company."
Saw's wrinkles and stubble clustered together as he slumped beside the shattered steps.
The wound cut open on his shoulder had stained his clothes dark, yet he nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette, fitted it with a copper filter, and held it between his teeth.
As soon as the smoke was exhaled, John knew.
