"Whether it's framing someone or not, checking into it is never a problem."
Franca still remembered the vengeful looks of the gangsters as they faced death when their military camp's lost supplies were tracked down—
"It was them! They were the ones who gave us the stuff to sell!"
"So you were just saying you plan to retaliate by stalking them?" The muscular man narrowed his eyes, seeing right through the little crooks' schemes, "And you still have the guts to mess with the military's spokesperson?"
If this isn't framing, then what is? When did these small-time thugs from Black Street get so bold?
"...emmmm" Bearded Jonathan was stunned, "Fake! They're all fake! They're not spokespersons for the military!"
See! Just as I thought! Lies!
Contradicting statements, falling apart without being attacked.
The muscular man sneered contemptuously, "If their identities are fake, then why did you say it was them who gave you the bullets to sell?"
