Inside the box, Paris's voice was full of firmness, and there was no wavering at all.

Such a shameless attitude made Goodrich have to secretly curse a bastard.

These guys from the CIA are really thick-skinned.

Goodrich knew that the other party was lying, but there was nothing he could do.

As long as the CIA had just learned about it, the Mossad could not ask the CIA for more detailed information.

Investigating alone, their power in Tokyo is naturally not comparable to that of the CIA, and it is even possible that they will be obstructed.

This is the CIA's turf.

"Again, let's talk about Mohamrad, and we must not let him meet with Dior, he is a complete madman."

Goodrich gave the excuse for this invitation, which was to work together against Muhammad, the lion of Yemen.

Paris didn't want to leave, sat down again, and said with a solemn expression: "There are so many people who have been to Tokyo lately, and we won't be able to find Muhamrad's whereabouts for a while."

The last time he was traced was three days ago in Nippori, Arakawa Ward. ”

"Who does he come into contact with in Nippori?"

"I don't know, the water in Tokyo is very deep, and we don't know everything."

Paris had a look on his face that he did his best.

Goodrich knew in his heart that it was not so much that there was no way to know, but that the CIA was not investing in that at all.

They focused more time and energy on Dio and the blockade of information related to Dior.

"I hope to get his news as soon as possible, otherwise the Mossad will have to stay in Tokyo for a long time."

"Don't worry, we will assist you in solving the case and eliminate the wicked people who create terror!"

Pallis replied with a grimace.

The C.I.A. didn't want the Mossad to stay in Tokyo for too long.

Goodrich smiled and said, "Okay, this is the relevant activity fund, please be sure to accept it." ”

Two checks were handed forward.

Pallis took a look.

Goodrich smiled: "The one below is counted as your labor fee, please pay more attention to this matter." ”

Parris took the check, the top of the head to the CIA, the bottom to himself, the amount is a little less, but it is better than not to share it with others, "I will find the whereabouts of Muhamrad as soon as possible." ”

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

Goodrich raised his glass, as long as the other party was willing to take the money.

Today it's Mohamrad, tomorrow it's Dior.

The news of the above towards Dio is more important than that of Mohamrad.

Although the relationship between the two countries is like that of father and son, Dior's information is a secret that neither father nor son can say casually.

Paris raised his glass and touched it lightly.

……

Bang!

The loud thud drowned out the two glasses, and the door of the box broke away from the walls on either side, rolling in the air and slapping on Goodrich's head, half dented.

Blood immediately poured out along the gap.

The whole person fell to the ground with the door.

Paris was not slow to react, and quickly wanted to pull out the gun, but his arm suddenly went numb, and the sharp flying knife stabbed him in the arm, and the wound quickly turned dark blue, and the knife was poisonous.

The paralyzing nerves kept him from holding the gun.

"Muhamrad!"

He roared and looked at the man outside, his face full of anger.

The man at the door had well-defined facial features, a small head, no beard, dark eyes full of indifference, and his hands were stained with blood.

The guards who were guarding the outside had apparently been dealt with by him.

"Tell me, information about Dior."

Muhammad asked questions in English and strode into the house.

Pallis yelled, "Don't underestimate the CIA. ”

When the words fell, he directly raised his foot and kicked forward the heavy table in front of him, and quickly squatted down, trying to block the flying knife with the case he kicked over, and fought for the opportunity to counterattack with a gun in his left hand.

He had a good idea, but he underestimated the speed of Muhamrad, and when he grabbed the gun, one foot stepped on the back of his hand.

The power of terror poured down in an instant.

"Ahh Paris shouted, his left hand being trampled flat, and even his bones were finely shattered.

Muhammad bent slightly, grabbed his lower central incisors with his right index finger and thumb, and pulled them upwards with force.

The entire front tooth was forcibly pulled out by him.

"Ahh The pain was so intense that Parris's brain exploded.

Mohamrad was indifferent, and he had experience in dealing with C.I.A. agents, who he had interrogated and killed thirty over the years.

"Answer my question, or I'll pull out your teeth one by one, peel off your nails piece by piece, and then use a knife to peel open your abdomen, so that you can taste your large intestine."

His voice and expression were like statues made of steel, and he was extremely cold.

"I don't know, I just know that Dio is a superpower."

"You don't need to say that." Mohanrad pulled out one of Paris's teeth again, he is not an isolated savage, and naturally saw those videos on TikTok.

Videos of terminally ill people getting better and a large number of faked special effects miracles made Mohamrad understand that this was another C.I.A. ploy and that they wanted to cover up the truth.

Including the previous actions, they all wanted to get this power.

"Special and special intelligence investigation department, this is the CIA's department investigating Dior!"

Seeing that he was still about to pull out his third tooth, Paris immediately shouted out what he knew, "I really don't know anything else, please let me go!" ”

"Nope."

Muhammad punched him in the head, lifted his foot again, and stomped through the door, spilling a large amount of blood like a tomato can that had been knocked over on the ground.

Making sure the two of them were out of breath, he turned and walked out the door.

A tall woman in a veil stood there and said, "Is there a specific clue?" ”

"He's not from that department, we're going to find someone from the Special Intelligence Investigation Department to find out about the situation."

Muhammad shook his head and added to his companion: "Dio is a superpower, and the miracles that happened yesterday and today are probably caused by him.

The C.I.A. wants that power. ”

"Superpowers...... Does he really exist? ”

"We have to get in touch with Dio before the CIA, and if we can master that great force, we can confront the United States."

Mohamrad's eyes burn with a raging fire, and his ideas belong to the most extreme factions in Yemen.

In his opinion, all the chaos in this world is caused by infidels.

Among them, the United States is a typical example.

It is useless to destroy a puppet alone, as long as the evil top-level order is not burned.

The holy city of Jerusalem will never return to their arms.

He wants to find Dio and get the power to change the world.

……

Shinjuku, Center Building.

Jack stared out the window at the view, his brow furrowed slightly, Tokyo was exceptionally calm tonight.

The task force has received no reports of Dior's appearance, and the CIA has no relevant information.

It's scary.

Jack didn't like the silence, he preferred to know who Dior was killing and what he was doing.

Dior, who does nothing like this, only makes Jack feel a strong worry.

Doing nothing means that Dior can do anything.

It's so depressing.

He loosened his neckline with his right hand and turned to open the drawer, hoping to reward him with a glass of brandy to ease his nerves.

Ding, the phone rang suddenly.

Jack quickly answered, "Hey, Director, what do you command?" ”

"Pallis is dead."

John's first words made Jack a little confused.

There were so many people in the CIA that he didn't know who Parris was, but he didn't ask questions and continued to listen to the director.

"Before he died, he was discussing with Goodrich of the Mossad about Muhammad.

Judging by the situation at the scene, it was Muhammad who found the place where they were communicating and approached the door to kill the two.

All three of his front teeth were removed, and from what I know about him, he was definitely confessed to the Special Intelligence Investigation Unit before he died.

You have to be careful later. ”

After listening to John's description, Jack muttered a little, "Director, shall we deal with him?" ”

"I've arranged for someone to deal with him, you just need to take care of your safety."

John replied.

Jack nodded hurriedly and said, "Please rest assured." ”

After hanging up the phone, Jack hurriedly called for the agents outside to enter.

An agent entered the office and said, "Minister Jack, do you have any orders?" ”

"Who is Muhamrad?"

Jack was embarrassed to ask before John, for fear that the man who had previously mentioned Muhammad's situation to him.

The agent thought for a moment and replied, "The famous madman in Yemen said that he would burn all the infidels in the world, especially the Americans, with flames. ”

"What a madman."

Jack complained and asked, "Is he amazing?" ”

"Mohamrad once attacked a firepower reinforcement company sent to Yemen by the GCC and annihilated it.

He has also killed us several times in the traps set by the CIA, and is known as the Lion of Yemen. ”

When Jack heard of Muhammad's brilliant achievements, he panicked.

The Special Intelligence Investigation Department of the Central Building does not add up to as many people as a company.

Although John assured him that there were others dealing with Muhamrad, he did not trust CIA agents at all.

What if those guys were jealous of his power and deliberately let him die?

Jack knows very well in his heart that he has no background, and it doesn't matter if he has no background, and it is by luck that he can get to where he is now.

The CIA is jealous of a large number of people in his position.

He thought for a moment, waved the agent away, and picked up his phone to dial the task force.

"Is there any news from Dior?"

As soon as the phone was connected, it was immediately Emily's excited voice, and she couldn't wait to act.

Jack shook his head and said, "No, it's related to Dio, there is a man named Muhamrad, and I need you to eliminate him." ”

"What did he do?"

Emily asked curiously.

Jack said in a deep voice, "He wants to kill me and get information from Dior."

The director said that someone would deal with him, but I was afraid that someone would look at my position and deliberately let me die. ”

"OK, leave it to me."

Emily decides to take out Muhammad, she doesn't want to lose such a good partner as Jack.

(End of chapter)