"There should be surveillance here." Schiller stood up, looked around, then said, "But it probably isn't connected to the museum's security room. Khaywen has treated this place as his private vault for a long time. He wouldn't allow outsiders to peep in here."
"The surveillance system here is connected to one of his safe houses—the one he values most. Maybe he's watching us from there right now, together with that mural."
"You mean he could see how Hessinager was taken away?" Deathstroke said thoughtfully. "He'll definitely send people after them. That arms dealer from France is stupid and easy to control, and he's one of the few bargaining chips left right now. Should we look for traces nearby?"
"We can't keep engaging in meaningless chases like this," Schiller said. "If we keep following the trail, we'll still be led around by the nose. The way to break the game has never been inside it."
"Looks like you're about to use some agent methods," Deathstroke said, raising an eyebrow. "Do I have the honor of witnessing your brilliance?"
"It's hardly brilliant," Schiller said. "Nothing agents do can be called brilliant. We're going to Suez to find a ship."
They soon got back into the car, but this leg of the journey was unusually silent. Clearly, this agent had never been much of a talker. Deathstroke took the opportunity to nap for a while—although he was enhanced, he still needed rest.
Very unfortunately, the Suez Canal had already come to a halt. An armed force bold enough to control Cairo Airport naturally would not give up hammering the most important traffic chokepoint. Over the past ten hours, three rounds of fighting had already broken out here, and almost all the cargo ships no longer dared to pass through.
Deathstroke lowered the binoculars