In the private room, Paris's voice was filled with conviction, not a hint of wavering.
This shameless attitude, Guderich thought, forcing himself to merely 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 Mohammed. We absolutely can't let him meet with Dio; that man is a complete madman." He stated the pretext for the meeting: to jointly deal with Mohammed, the Nomura Shimba of Yemen.
