When Mossad Director David Barnea got out of the car, he stumbled and fell to the ground, and an agent nearby hurried over to help him up.
But he pushed them away, eyes red, and walked through the police line. The officers outside didn't dare look at him.
He entered the living room.
There, he saw the bodies of his wife and children, already cleared out. Instantly, he couldn't control himself, fell to his knees, and started to cry sorrowfully, tears and saliva mixing together, appearing...
Almost laughable to some.
This Mossad demon finally felt the pain of losing family.
No one dared to come forward to comfort him, only lowering their heads and sighing.
David Barnea wiped away his tears, stood up trembling, "Where is that bastard's body!"
He was, of course, referring to Claude Durant.
He had never considered, in the rank-giving Israel, that the lackey who had been with him for ten years was still just a Captain!
Moreover, he didn't even have any significant positions.
