[Mission Objective Updated]
[Proceed to the last known location of Saw. (Incomplete)]
Oulos taught John the most important lesson: use his mind.
Silver Rider 577 headed to the edge of the West District.
Coordinates were synchronized at the edge of John's vision and the front windshield.
He had a strong intuition:
Saw was there.
The whole affair was too smooth.
Clues and evidence were linked one after another.
It's practically displaying a 'come find me' sign.
Company dogs aren't fools.
Neither is Jilead, but this guy who's gone mad thinking about promotion hasn't shown up personally.
What does this indicate?
Saw's not easy to handle, the matter is not simple.
It's like a compressed food packet with a leak, you can smell something odd, but it's uncertain what lies inside.
That's why mercenaries are needed to dive into the mess.
"Ha, fuck, they're all crafty people."
John let out a bitter laugh, using one hand to steer the wheel.
