Europe's situation is rather complex.
To describe the European Union with "turning swords into ploughshares" would be to overestimate them; even "horses released to the south mountain, arms stored away for peace" seems insufficient.
Arandy doesn't understand those idioms. In his view and in his own words, there is only one word that can describe Europe.
Rotten.
Rotten to the core.
The European Union had been nurtured into uselessness, to the extent that now even the CIA couldn't utilize the power of European countries.
As the Director of the Middle East, Arandy now believed Middle Eastern intelligence agencies were superior to Europe's.
Spain—how could they fail to catch even a few individuals, surrounded as they were? How could they let them escape?
But it was also good; the embarrassment of his European colleagues made the Middle East division look less incompetent.
"I've said it before, these people are very capable, after all, Captain Naaoi—"