In the private room, Paris's voice was filled with conviction, not a hint of wavering.
This shaless attitude, Guderich thought, forcing himself to rely curse "Bastard," under his breath. The skin of these CIA guys is truly thick.
Although Guderich knew the other party was lying, he had no way to deal with him. As long as the CIA insisted they had also just learned about the matter, Mossad couldn't demand the CIA provide more detailed intelligence. Investigating on their own, their power in Tokyo was naturally no match for the CIA, and they might even face obstruction. This was CIA territory.
"That's true," Guderich said, shifting the topic. "Let's talk about Mohamd. We absolutely can't let him et with Dio; that man is a complete madman." He stated the pretext for the eting: to jointly deal with Mohamd, the Nomura Shimba of Yen.
Paris didn't want to leave either. He reseated himself, his expression solemn. "There have been too many arrivals in Tokyo recently; we can't find Mohamd's whereabouts for now. The last clue about his whereabouts was three days ago in the Nippori neighborhood of Arakawa District."
"Who did he et with in Nippori?" Guderich asked.
"It's unclear. Tokyo's waters are deep, and we can't be aware of everything." Paris's face wore an expression that suggested they had done their best.
Guderich knew in his heart that it wasn't so much that they couldn't find out, but rather that the CIA simply hadn't invested effort in that direction. They had allocated more ti and energy to Dio and blocking information related to him.
"I hope to get news of him as soon as possible," Guderich pressed. "Otherwise, Mossad might have to stay in Tokyo for quite a long ti."
"Rest assured, we will assist you with the case to eliminate the evil terrorists!" Paris answered solemnly.
The CIA didn't want Mossad to stay in Tokyo too long.
Guderich smiled. "Good. This is related to the operational funds—please do accept it." Two checks were handed over.
Paris took a glance.
Guderich continued with a smile, "The one below should be considered your service fee. We really need to rely on your hard work for this matter."
Paris took the checks. The larger amount was for the CIA, while the smaller one for him ant there was no need to split it with others. "I will definitely find Mohamd's whereabouts as soon as possible."
"Here's to our pleasant cooperation." Guderich raised his glass. As long as the other party was willing to take the money, things would be easier to handle. Today was about Mohamd; tomorrow would be about Dio. Higher-ups were more concerned about the intelligence on Dio than Mohamd. Despite the countries' relationship being as close as father and son, the intelligence on Dio was a secret not casually shared even between father and son.
Paris raised his glass and gently clinked it.
...
BANG!
A violent sound drowned out the clinking of the two glasses as the door of the private room was ripped from its hinges, tumbled through the air, and slamd onto Guderich's head, caving in a portion of it. Blood imdiately gushed out along the fractures. He crumpled to the ground with the door.
Paris reacted quickly, attempting to draw his gun, but his arm suddenly numbed. A sharp throwing knife had sunk into his arm; the wound quickly turned a dark, purplish color. The knife was poisoned. The numb nerves prevented him from grasping the gun.
"Mohamd!" he roared in a low voice, looking at the man outside, his face full of shock and anger.
The man at the door had distinct facial features, a crew cut, no beard, and his dark eyes were filled with indifference. His hands were stained with blood. The guards outside had clearly been dealt with by him.
"Tell the intelligence on Dio," Mohamd said in English, striding into the room.
Paris shouted, "Don't underestimate the people of the CIA!" As he spoke, he kicked over the hefty coffee table in front of him and quickly crouched, trying to use the overturned table as a shield against throwing knives and seize the chance to draw his gun with his left hand to counterattack.
His idea was sound, but he underestimated Mohamd's speed. As he reached for his gun, a foot ca down on the back of his hand. Crushing force instantly bore down.
"Ah!" Paris cried out as his left hand was crushed flat, bones splintering into fragnts.
Mohamd bent down slightly and, with his right thumb and forefinger, grasped Paris's lower incisor, then yanked hard upward. The entire incisor was brutally pulled out.
"Ah!" Excruciating pain made Paris feel as if his head would explode.
Mohamd was indifferent. He was experienced in dealing with CIA agents; over the years, he had interrogated and killed at least thirty of them.
"Answer my question," Mohamd said, his voice and expression like those of a statue forged from steel, utterly cold. "Or I'll pluck out your teeth one by one, peel off your fingernails piece by piece, then slice open your belly with a knife so you can taste your own intestines."
"I don't know! All I know is that Dio is a Superpower User!"
"That didn't need your confirmation." Mohamd pulled out another of Paris's teeth. He wasn't an isolated savage; of course, he had seen those videos on TikTok. Videos of terminally ill patients recovering and a multitude of fake special-effects miracles made Mohamd realize this was another CIA trick; they intended to cover up the truth. This included the CIA's prior actions—all attempts to obtain this power.
"Special... Special Intelligence Investigation Departnt! The CIA's departnt that investigates Dio, that's it!" Seeing Mohamd about to pull out a third tooth, Paris yelled out what he knew. "I really don't know anything else! Please spare !"
"No."
Mohamd punched Paris's head, causing it to burst. He then lifted his foot and stomped heavily on Guderich, who was pinned under the door. A large amount of blood gushed out, like an overturned can of tomatoes.
He made sure both n were dead before he turned and walked out.
A tall woman wearing a veil stood there. "Do we have any specific clues?"
"He wasn't from that departnt. We need to find soone from the Special Intelligence Investigation Departnt to understand the situation." Mohamd shook his head and added to his companion, "Dio is a Superpower User. The miracles that happened yesterday and today were probably caused by him. The CIA wants to get that power."
"A Superpower User... Does he really exist?"
"We must contact Dio before the CIA does. If we can take control of that formidable power, we can confront the United States." Mohamd's eyes blazed with intense fire. His beliefs were among the most extre in Yen. In his view, all the chaos in the world was caused by Heretics, with the United States as a pri example. rely eliminating a puppet was useless if the evil top-level order wasn't burned down. The Holy City of Jerusalem would never return to their embrace. He had to find Dio and obtain the power that could change the world.
「Shinjuku, Central Building.」
Jack gazed out the window, furrowing his brows slightly at the unusually calm Tokyo evening. The task force hadn't received any reports about Dio's appearance, and there were no related ssages from the CIA. The silence was eerily unsettling. Jack didn't like this kind of quiet; he preferred knowing who Dio was killing and what he was doing. A Dio doing nothing like this made Jack even more worried. Doing nothing ant Dio could do anything. So oppressive.
He loosened his collar with his right hand, turned, and opened a drawer, intending to reward himself with a glass of brandy to ease his tension.
RING! The telephone suddenly rang.
Jack quickly answered, "Hello, Director. What can I do for you?"
"Paris is dead."
John's first words left Jack sowhat stupefied. There were so many people in the CIA; he didn't even recognize who Paris was. But he didn't ask, continuing to listen to the Director's account.
"Before he died, he was negotiating with Mossad's Guderich about Mohamd. From the scene, it looks like Mohamd found their eting place and went there to kill them both. Paris's three front teeth were pulled out. Knowing him, he definitely revealed the Special Intelligence Investigation Departnt before he died. You need to be careful from now on."
After listening to John's description, Jack thought for a mont and said, "Director, should we take care of him?"
"I've already arranged for soone to take care of him. Just make sure you're safe," John replied.
Jack quickly nodded. "Please rest assured."
After hanging up, Jack called the agents outside into his office.
An agent entered the office. "Minister Jack, do you have any orders?"
"Who is Mohamd?" Jack had been too embarrassed to ask John, fearing the Director might have ntioned Mohamd to him before.
After pondering, the agent responded, "A famous lunatic from Yen. He says he'll burn all the Heretics in the world with fire, especially Aricans."
"A real lunatic," Jack comnted, then asked, "Is he powerful?"
"Mohamd once single-handedly ambushed the firepower-enhanced company sent by the Sea Union to Yen and annihilated them. He has also repeatedly turned our traps into opportunities to kill our n. He's known as Nomura Shimba."
Hearing about Mohamd's glorious achievents made Jack nervous. The Special Intelligence Investigation Departnt in the Central Building didn't even have as many people as a company. Although John had assured him that soone else would deal with Mohamd, Jack didn't trust the CIA agents at all. What if those guys envied his position and deliberately let him get killed? Jack was keenly aware that, lacking background or connections, he had reached his current position mostly through luck. Plenty of people in the CIA envied his job.
He thought for a bit, then waved to dismiss the agent and picked up his phone to call the task force.
"Any news on Dio?" Imdiately upon connection, Emily's excited voice ca through, eager for action.
Jack shook his head. "No, it's not about Dio. It's about soone nad Mohamd. I need you to take him out."
"What did he do?" Emily asked curiously.
Jack said in a grave tone, "He wants to kill to get information on Dio. The Director said soone would handle him, but I'm afraid soone who covets my position might deliberately let die."
"OK, leave it to ."
Emily decided she would take out Mohamd. She didn't want to lose such a good partner as Jack.
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