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"...The report shows that the two nuclear bombs that the guy named Yuichi Hoshino hijacked this time were fake, right?"

"Yes~"

"That, in other words, does the Japanese government actually have a nuclear bomb?"

"...Why are you curious about this question?"

"Just... just ask whatever... When... Of course, if it's not convenient for you, Miss, I just leave it alone..."

Kalashni Cove, who was stared a little by the pink eyes, looked at Hitomi Hoshino for a few seconds, and finally understood the inner meaning of Hitomi Hoshino's actions.

But just before she was about to leave the room according to Hoshino's idea that Hitomi Hoshino didn't directly express to her, she couldn't help but said another word to her little master who was about to go to bed.

And this time when she talked too much, her little master didn’t dismiss her with an uncomfortable look as before, but first asked why she wanted to figure this out. After the question, I used those white and slender hands to grasp the soft quilt still covering my body and pull it towards my upper body!

"Who knows~"

Chapter 483: The Mouse Hiding in the Dark

Syria, Aleppo Province, Aleppo...

This city, which has long been turned into ruins by years of war, today ushered in a white European and American man in a black suit.

Under the leadership of a local snakehead, he saw a Middle Eastern man hiding in a small alley in the ruined city.

Why did he use the word'hidden' when referring to this European and American white man when he saw this Syrian man under the leadership of the earth snake?

Because as early as the middle of the year to the end of 2016, the government forces owned by the current Syrian Bashar al-Assad government had already completed the recovery of the area.

The so-called cows, ghosts and snakes are naturally hidden in the shadow of the sun, especially on the land where the sun has been smoothly showered.

At first glance, this man, whom the author calls a ghost and a snake god, does not actually look like that in appearance. However, it is when he meets this European and American white man in a black suit. In an instant, his eyes immediately showed the kind of thief-like care and vigilance that an upright-looking person like him should not have.

"you are..."

"US CIA, Central Intelligence Agency."

Under the gaze of the man's questioning gaze, the European and American white man immediately took out a certificate of excellent quality from his suit pocket on his chest, and handed his certificate to the man without any scruples. Questioning his man's hand with his eyes, and after the Middle Eastern man looked through it carefully, he took back his ID from the man's hand.

In the eyes of the Middle Eastern man after reading his ID, the defense against him has become even more serious, and it even makes people have a kind of bad deeds, bad luck and bad luck. It happened when they met the police who asked him for his ID card on the street. Kind of feeling.

"Agent Jim Theresa?"

"Yes~"

"You are looking for me, do you want to tell me something?"

"You are the intelligence chief of the Free Syrian Army in Aleppo, right?"

The European and American men did not rush to respond to the questions of the Middle Eastern man who was negotiating with him. Instead, he directly asked him a question, as if he did not hesitate to raise such a rhetorical question.

Under his rhetorical question, the Middle Eastern man hesitated. He seemed to be thinking about the credibility of the other party's identity until about half a minute passed.

"...This is not a place to talk, I will first take you to a place where you can talk and talk to you in detail~"

"Ok."

The two quickly left this alley full of bullet holes and ruin. Following the follower of this agent called CIA agent Jim Theresa, the two quickly walked into a room that seemed Remote and dirty house.

The house is a standard two-story bungalow, the outside walls are full of bullet holes, and the inside is not much better.

As he entered the room, the agent Jim Teresa, who was visiting here as a CIA agent, saw a woman who was dressed in a humble dress, and had an unbearable body odor. Lunch is being cooked in the kitchen on the first floor.

Beside the woman, an unclothed child was like a puppy begging his owner for food, biting his dirty and black finger, standing beside the woman with a halazi waiting for lunch.

"Is the meal ready?"

"Okay, do you want a bowl for you?"

"No, you should serve two bowls of rice first, and take the kids upstairs to eat first. If I'm hungry later, I will serve them in the pot."

"Okay, then I'll go up first."

At the request of a Middle Eastern man, the woman who just made the meal just carried a bowl of food that looked like pig food by herself, and she didn’t know what ingredients it was. She also asked her son to carry a bowl of food like herself. , Just as he did not dare to look at Agent Jim Teresa who was coming as a guest, he hurriedly reached upstairs while avoiding his gaze and holding his child.

In the process of the woman taking the child upstairs, the agent Jim who came as a guest accidentally noticed that the child who was taken away by the woman was following his mother upstairs. Grabbing it in a hot bowl is like porridge, sticky and unhygienic food, and can't take care of the detail of hot stuffing into my mouth.

"My wife and son, my wife and I met around 2012, when our Free Syrian Army occupied Aleppo.

At that time, because of the war, her face was yellow and thin. I just gave her a military can in the refugee camp where she was located, and she married me."

"You are really a master of picking up girls."

Regarding the words of the Middle Eastern man, Agent Jim, who came as a guest, had to shrug his shoulders while making such a pun.

After all, in his opinion, if he were in the United States, he would just pull a truckload of cans to give to his beloved woman, and he would definitely not be able to get that woman's love.

A man’s family situation can’t help but give him the illusion that “war also has the benefits of war”. At least if you can ensure that you can get a certain amount of food every month, it’s not difficult to take what you have. The fancy girl successfully soaked.

"She was lucky. At least I met me. Since you are a CIA officer operating in our Syrian area, you should know that the war has made many women betrayed/physically to fill their stomachs. .

Of course, many women may not be able to fill their own stomachs even if they betray their bodies. In Syria, these are bad things that have been seen everywhere in recent years."

"...It seems that you don't like war." After listening to the man in front of him, who he called the intelligence chief of the Free Syrian Army in Aleppo, said such a long list of things, Agent Jim I couldn't help but have such a judgment in my mind.

In the face of his arbitrariness, the intelligence chief undeniably shrugged his shoulders casually in front of him, following the way he had complained about himself.

"But to fill my stomach~" As he said, the intelligence chief of the anti-government forces in Aleppo stood up from the old and dilapidated chair under him.

When he came to his living room, in front of the so-called kitchen, he took out two dirty bowls from the dusty cupboards, which looked like broken bowls that he hadn’t washed for a long time. After a bowl of unpleasant food was placed in the hot pot, he turned his head and asked symbolically at the agent Jim who was a guest at his house.

"Want a bowl?"

"No!" Agent Jim hurriedly shook his head in refusal."Since your food supply is so tight."

The man raised his eyebrows indifferently, and then returned to the same dirty table with a bowl of food. While sitting back across from Agent Jim, he held the bowl full of slimy food in his hands like porridge. He raised his head and swallowed.

During this period, no knives and forks were used, and there were no chopsticks commonly used by Chinese or Asians.

He just drank all the sticky food in the bowl into his stomach in a very short time.

Finally, with my unwashed hands, I used my unwashed hands and randomly wiped two of my mouth opened by the sticky liquid food, and the thick black beard on the mouth that seemed to have not been shaved for a long time. Correcting his posture, he turned his gaze back to the European and American man who witnessed him drinking the bowl all the way, and could only barely be counted as food for lunch.

"Are there any cigarettes? Although I know that it is impolite to ask guests for things when they come to be a guest at home, but because of tobacco and other enjoyment items, the supply relationship has always been tight in Aleppo. I haven't touched it for a whole week."

Agent Jim hurriedly handed a cigarette to the intelligence chief who asked him for a cigarette, and by the way, he also kindly handed him a portable lighter.

The man who asked for a cigarette for Agent Jim lit the cigarette he had received, and the smoke began to fill the empty and simple living room, and the face of the intelligence chief who was smoking the cigarette in his hand showed an expression of enjoyment.