"There was a lot of noise."
Asakura Ma lay on the bed and watched the evening news.
After arriving in Cairo, he was in no hurry to act.
Rum's strength is indeed very strong, but among the five cadres gathered in this city now, except for Vodka, the other four are on par with him in strength.
Four against one, Asakura can pin Rum to the ground and blast the hammer no matter how hard he paddles.
His action this time was just a trip to relax, and to snub the eager CIA, lest they think Asakura was really begging to cooperate with them.
The CIA has a great business. Every time he meets Asakura, someone will analyze the meaning behind his words and deeds to determine his personality profile.
Even if Asakura Makoto had deliberately shown his madness unlike a normal person, there was still no guarantee that the opponent would be able to figure out the pattern of his behavior.
After all, he's not really a lunatic who doesn't act according to common sense.
Of course, in the eyes of CIA Special Commissioner William Carter, his behavior at this moment was indeed a bit casual. One second he was slowly discussing the details of cooperation, and when he contacted him again, he had gone abroad.
"This is crazy!"
William Carter dialed the number marked Brandy and cursed.
He came to discuss the follow-up with Brandy as agreed, but the other party broke the appointment without warning.
After waiting at the scene for half an hour, someone passed him a note asking for a temporary phone call.
It was only after he asked Kiel, a reliable undercover agent in the eyes of the CIA, that he learned about Brandy's trip to Egypt.
The call is connected.
"Hello?" Brandy's voice came from the phone, and at the same time, there was also the subtle sound of the TV.
"It's me, William Carter. According to the note you had someone give me, it said to contact me by phone."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Asakura said, "Our meeting may have to be postponed until later. I have some things to deal with now."
"Well...it doesn't matter." William Carter was a little annoyed about being let go, but he couldn't show it. Instead, he had to show concern for the former, "Are you abroad? Listen over there The sound on the TV doesn’t seem to be in Japanese?”
he asked tentatively.
"Yes, in Cairo."
Cairo, Egypt, and the phone tracking results matched, and the intelligence provided by Kiir was accurate.
The people behind the CIA were a little more relaxed. Although they had previously confirmed Kiel's reliability, after all, they had just eliminated his father's file not long ago, and now was the time to feel guilty.
It never hurts to double check.
"Cairo, do you need help?" William Carter asked, "We are now in a cooperative relationship, and we still have some power in the Middle East."
As we all know, the Middle East is rich in oil, and where there is oil, the United States is absolutely indispensable, so naturally the CIA is indispensable.
"Help? Let me think about it..."
Facing the thugs who came to his door, Asakura thought for a moment.
At this time, the news happened to show reporters interviewing survivors at the scene of the gun battle.
This survivor was quite tall, with curly hair and dark skin. He was wearing only a pair of underpants. When he saw the camera moving over, he quickly looked around and found a rag to put on.
Asakura really heard him complaining to reporters.
"I heard gunshots and hid in my room while the police searched each house, and then a man climbed in from the balcony."
"What does that person look like?" the reporter asked.
"That man has black hair, dark skin, is very tall, has a straight nose, and by the way, his eyes are green!"
"Hmm, so what did he do to you?"
"He knocked me unconscious, took away my clothes, and..."
Hearing this, the interviewee was very emotional, and his words contained some local curse words. With Asakura's level of Arabic... he still couldn't quite understand such advanced content.
"If you want to help, just convince Egypt to launch an anti-corruption campaign and eliminate gangsters. For other things, don't bother."
Rum's main forces in Cairo are gangsters and corrupt bureaucrats, and these two attacks are enough for him to drink a pot.
"This matter is no problem." William Carter agreed.
Provide help now and they will gain more initiative in negotiations later.
In addition, the matter is just to promote local anti-gang operations. For an organization like theirs that specializes in subverting the regime of other countries, it is a piece of cake.
"Okay, then I'll cause trouble for you." Asakura answered.
Upon hearing these words, William Carter was stunned for a moment, and then he paused for a while before reacting: "No, it's nothing...?"
The phone hangs up.
There was a puzzled look on his face - he always felt that he had dialed the wrong number. Such a polite person... didn't look like Brandy himself.
Here in Cairo.
Asakura Makoto turned off the TV and walked to the window to look at the scenery.
After the vodka and gin were combined, the brandy that brought him here was no longer in his eyes, and now the two of them had gone somewhere.
The night view of Cairo is good, and the architectural complex is full of exotic style.
The only violation was that there had just been a shootout during the day and the whole city was under martial law. Patrol cars with sirens flashing occasionally passed by in the streets and alleys.
I don’t know if they are really on patrol or if they have collected rum money to search for Shuichi Akai.
"It seems quite troublesome..."
Asakura Makoto leaned against the window, enjoying the wind coming from the Nile River.
He doesn't really want to cause trouble with Rum right now, or in other words, after meeting Koizumi Hongzi by chance, he has something more interesting to do.
Rum is this ugly monster - I'm sorry, Asakura is used to seeing the appearance of gin, Belmod, and three bottles of whiskey from the island nation. Let's look at rum again...
It can only be said that there is no harm without comparison.
Compared to magical girls, this guy is really unattractive.
However, the clues discovered by Gin connected him with magic, so Asakura had no choice but to operate on him first.
"Should we kill them directly...or let them practice?"
Asakura considered it carefully and chose to lie down and be lazy. They are all leaders, and they have many capable people at their disposal, but it doesn't look good for him to be on the front line of everything.
Leave it to Akai Shuichi. The FBI can get a little more out of it. This can be regarded as repaying the CIA's help.
