Chapter 343: Love Who You Love, But As Long As You Fight Drug Traffickers, Support the Cause!

Near the Suiseide Iron Bridge in Plach Town, in the southern suburbs of Munich.

This is the address of the famous German Federal Intelligence Agency.

Inside the Director's office at this time.

Several high-level Germans were sitting stiffly, their gazes uneasy or dissatisfied, or as if they were watching a clown while looking at the Israeli in front of them.

"You persecuted millions of our brethren, and now you plan to let the blood of Israelis drench this land!"

That statement was a bit harsh.

A middle-aged man around his early forties knocked on the table, "Watch your language, Mr. Gurian."

"Language?! We don't need to mince words in Germany! You owe us on this land." The Mossad consul in Germany banged on the table, visibly upset, "If you can't catch the perpetrators, just you wait!"

"Hmph!"

After cursing, he proudly walked out and even slammed the door!

Everyone in the office remained silent.

There was nothing they could do.