She had not had a smooth deal with Kabul's official government. The "student" obviously had doubts about the various promises made by Europeans when doing business. After Tarik helped her get in touch with a middle-level student, the woman rewarded him with passion for several nights.

The latter two are from Romania and Türkiye respectively.

But with Tarik's experience, he could tell that the girl from Türkiye was definitely an Israeli.

And, it seems to be carrying a special task.

After discovering this, Tarik, when he was last warm with her, pierced a long needle into her ear canal, turning her into a corpse so tenderly that he finally buried her in a piece of land outside Kabul.

Now, perhaps "she" has become the base camp of insects.

Anyway, Tarik believes that Cia can tolerate it, but Mossad cannot.

The former is a dispute of interests, while the latter is a dispute of faith and cannot be reconciled.

As a landlord in Kabul, Tarik's family has been in power from the Rahman era until now, and has always lived steadily in Kabul and has been almost unstricken.

Every time the power change is changed, Tarik's great-grandfather, grandparents and parents can complete smooth conversion.

Behind them were once CIA, MI5, FBI, and even the KGB... This is a family that successfully survived in the cracks of the powers of great powers. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Tarik family has only achieved fruitful results.

Until now, there are still many mysterious things on Tarik.

Some people say that half of Tarik's family's blood comes from the last Persian emperor Ahmed.

Some people also say that the true supporter of the Tarik family is actually the KGB.

The more legends there are, the more halos the heir of Tarik’s family will have.

After getting dressed, Tarik took the bodyguard driver out to drink.

At nights in Kabul, the air quality is worrying, but entertainment activities are still indispensable.

According to Islamic teachings, drinking alcohol is a sin.

But... the so-called rules are always directed at the public.

Those niche characters always have a way to get around these boring things.

As soon as I got in the car, my phone rang. A mailbox that had been useless for seven years suddenly had a letter.

Tarik's eyes widened for a moment.

"Change!"

He called out.

...

Tarik rarely appears in secular entertainment venues.

But today he made an exception.

Under the protection of two bodyguards, he changed into a civilian outfit... or slightly ragged clothes, and he appeared in a small water bar in the northwest corner of Kabul.

He has no chance to drink wine tonight.

And his purpose is not to drink.

Entering the water, Tarik slowly looked over the table.

It was not until he locked a seat in front of the bar that he walked over.

After seating, two other guests wanted to sit around Tarik, but were driven away by the bodyguards.

Apart from Tarik, there is a man with a headscarf and a beard.

He was holding a glass of lemonade and slowly savoring it.

“Give me a glass of soda.”

Tarik gave the bartender... No, he should have asked Shuibao to greet him.

After taking the cup, Tarik savored this drink that didn't taste strange.

My phone received another email reminder.

After clicking and looking carefully, Tarik showed a sudden enlightenment.
Chapter completed!