Conan's Helping People

Chapter 244 That's OK

Is this really the leader?
When Mingming met before, the other party was still ruddy and healthy, able to climb up to the [-]th floor without taking a breath...it seemed even worse not to take a breath.

In short, it was obvious that before it was a little bit old and strong to be a leader for more than ten years, deal with two protagonists and sit in prison for two rounds, but now it looks like it will be happy to play GG at any time!
Hinata stopped reasonably, and repeatedly confirmed with his eyes.

I heard that the leaders of some high-level organizations like to play doubles. Basically, everyone has a few doubles to deal with the dark shark, to confuse the enemy really and falsely.

Whether this is true, Hyuga Reasonable doesn’t know, because he never looks back when he kills the enemy, nor does he look carefully at the face, anyway, it’s enough to kill all the humanoid objects that can be seen. no difference.

But now, he is willing to believe for a second.

The leader in front of him is definitely not the real leader, but a weak, sick and dying substitute!
...but the taste is really the chief.

How could this be so.

Belmode held his shoulders and gently pushed him forward, "What's the matter, we've been apart for a while, don't you remember the smell?"

She nodded to the gentleman with a smile, and said with a natural expression, "Father."

Father?

Hinata turned her head reasonably, glanced at Belmode's side face, and saw her drooping eyelashes.

The hand on the shoulder exerted some force, and he sniffed again, and reluctantly said to the old man who had a normal smell and was really the gentleman in front of him: "Father."

#我的father, it is impossible to be so short-lived, if he behaves short-lived, then he must be expressly telling me to kill him quickly#
The gentleman shook his head with a smile, and held out his hand that was not holding the handkerchief.

Hyuga also reached out his hand and let the other party hold it, then looked down at the handkerchief in the other hand. It was indeed red and white, but the red one had just been dyed.

I repeat: how could this be so!
I haven't seen you for a while, what did that gentleman do secretly!
Hinata paused for a while, and thought about it for the first time, is this important?Is it necessary to ask?Do you really want to ask for an export?
Then I reflected on myself again: He is not a Samoyed, he has no need for patience at all, and he does not have the nature of patience, so just ask if you want!

So, he said softly, "What did you do?"

The tone of the accusation was too obvious. The gentleman just grabbed his hand and before he had time to comfort him, he was stunned for a moment, then patted his hand with a light smile, and said in a comforting tone: "I'm old. , you can’t take this standard airliner, you can only come by helicopter.”

"I'm sorry for you."

It doesn't seem to be on the same brain circuit.

Hinata rationally did not look away, still staring at the gentleman's half-clenched handkerchief, and continued to ask quietly: "Are you attacked?"

He didn't deliberately hide his gaze, but made it more obvious. The gentleman was sitting in a wheelchair, raised his head to catch his gaze, and after failing to meet his gaze, he lowered his head and glanced at him. own other hand.

The other party was stunned, smiled and shook hands, and handed the handkerchief to the man in black behind him.

Hinata's reasonable gaze followed the handkerchief.

The man in black who took the handkerchief paused for a moment. Against his faint gaze, he could only continue the action of "stuffing the handkerchief into his pocket" with a sharp increase in pressure.

The gentleman shook his head helplessly, and patted Hinata Reasonable's hand again, "I'm fine, it's just an old problem."

"Old Problems"

Feeling more dangerous.

Belmode stepped forward and gave the man in black a look, and the man in black stepped back immediately, and she took the wheelchair and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk in the car, the airport is too big. "

Fortunately, the kid from Kudo's family did not go through the same exit. I still have some fears about Yusaku Kudo and Belmode, and I don't want to see the other party join forces with the FBI for the time being.

She turned the wheelchair and kept it at a just-forward frequency that made the human body feel comfortable.

That gentleman was still holding Ryo Hinata's hand, and Ryo Hinata could only follow the wheelchair.

As he walked, he confirmed, "Is it really not attacked?"

Is it really an old problem?If he was attacked, he could turn his head and eliminate the unpleasant guy directly, but there was nothing he could do about the old problem, and he was not a doctor.

"There was no attack, and the news was not leaked." The gentleman said, and then asked, "How are you? After sitting on the plane for so long, do you feel unwell?"

"Speak out if you feel uncomfortable, don't be brave."

"I feel uncomfortable," Hinata replied sincerely, "but I didn't find that you were uncomfortable at the moment when your body was weak."

This sentence, even if tested by the most professional lie detector, is the truth, because it is really the truth, not some hypocritical daily perfunctory talk.

That gentleman: "..."

The gentleman pondered for a while, then patted Hinata's reasonable hand again, let him go, and then asked Belmode calmly, "Is there anything wrong on the road?"

"No, everything is going well." Belmode caught it in his field of vision and found the man in black who had just disappeared. The man was standing respectfully beside a car, the back door of which had been opened in advance.

She pushed the wheelchair and walked over there, and at the same time added unhurriedly, "However, there was a murder case on the way."

"Murder case?" The gentleman repeated the key words, and asked unhurriedly, "What is the relationship between the murderer and the victim?"

This question is a bit strange, the first reaction is actually to ask what is the relationship between the murderer and the victim.

Hinata lowered his head rationally to look at the gentleman's expression. The other person squinted his eyes slightly, his eyelids shrugged and pulled down, covering all the expressions in his eyes, and the loose facial skin also made the expression inaccurate.

"It doesn't matter." Belmode replied lightly, and stopped in front of the target vehicle. She leaned in and took a look inside the car, and found that there was a layer of soft blankets and medical equipment such as oxygen masks inside. I breathed a sigh of relief.

When she straightened up and was about to speak, Hinata rationally looked at the gentleman again.

This time, the focus was not on the other party's pale face like a dead person's, nor the almost undulating chest, but on the other party's weak hands and legs.

It seemed that the other party didn't even have the strength to stand up and sit in the car.

Hinata raised her head reasonably, and exchanged glances with Belmode. The black-haired woman caught the meaning in his expression, and subtly stepped back a few steps, staying at a safe distance, but she could come up to stop it at any time.

He stretched out his hand as the gentleman reached for the handle, wrapping one hand around the other's arm and the other under the other's knee.

When the gentleman looked over in surprise, Hinata used reasonable force to hug him up.

If it is said that seeing is nothing, and observing the other party's state with your own eyes still cannot determine how weak the other party is now, then you can deeply realize it after weighing it yourself.

That gentleman fit the characteristics of an elderly person, and his body was very light. When he subconsciously held his wrist and clenched it tightly, Hyuga Ryo didn't feel any resistance.

Moreover, the smell of the other party is also very suitable for the smell of the elderly. It is a kind of smell that is biased towards the death smell of the hospital as a whole. It is a kind of smell mixed with medicine and blood. It is fragrant, and mixed with the smell of the hospital, there is an inexplicable subtle wine smell.

Definitely the hard liquor kind.

Without changing his expression, he carried the elderly man in his arms into the car, placed him on the seat near the inner side, and picked up the oxygen mask on the seat. Place it on the other person's nose and mouth.

"Is it pressed somewhere?" He stretched out his hand to the back of the opponent's head, put on the oxygen mask, and asked calmly.

The gentleman shook his head with a smile. When he was talking, there was a stream of air spraying on the oxygen mask, "No."

Hyuga rationally got into the car very naturally, and also sat in the back seat. He looked sideways at Belmode who was putting away the wheelchair outside the door, and raised his eyebrows.

Belmode also raised his eyebrows, speeded up his movement of folding the wheelchair, went around to the back of the car, and put the wheelchair into the trunk.

Finally, he circled back to the car and sat in the passenger seat without hesitation.

The gentleman shook his head helplessly again, and first told the driver: "Go home."

Raising his hand again, he patted Hinata Reasonably on the shoulder, "Take you home and have a look."

go home?

It's normal for this kind of words to come from the mouth of a normal old man, but it's not normal to say it from the mouth of a leader of a black organization.

Hinata rationally did not hide his doubts, and repeated directly, "Go home?"

"Yes, go home," the gentleman smiled faintly, and sprayed gas on the oxygen mask again, "A normal family always needs a 'home', I will take you back to our home right now .”

The other party paused, and then said: "You have worked hard on the plane, and I will put the real estate in your name in the future."

Ah, so it’s a home, but it’s actually just a temporary residence in New York.

Hinata nodded indifferently, and agreed directly, "Okay."

Many people have a possessive desire for things like homes and houses, but unfortunately, Hyuga Ryo has no possessive desire for these, he only has possessive desire for the territory he considers.

The so-called home was not his territory, so he didn't care much, he just focused on the important point in front of him, "Is your health okay?"

Why does it feel like after putting on the oxygen mask, the feeling that I am dying and I will GG at any time is more obvious!

"It's just some old problems that have accumulated for many years. You don't take it seriously when you are young, and you suffer when you are old." The gentleman shook his head and said again, "Don't worry, I will be fine in the short term."

He gave a low laugh, "I won't leave at ease for at least one or two years."

In a year or two...

This kind of flag, which is obvious that once you say it, you will never live in time, is still an ultra-short-term flag of only one or two years, and Hinata said reasonably: "No, you can't, I don't allow you to say that about yourself."

"..." The gentleman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly again, and said in a gently teaching tone to coax children, "Everyone has their own destiny, even if they escape temporarily, they will definitely be caught by fate. Already lived long enough."

"There are unpredictable things. One or two years is just a relatively long period of time. The current situation is not stable. Maybe after a while, I will die in an assassination."

You can't say such depressing words!

You only have yourself in your heart, no organization at all, no protagonist, and no poor next leader!
Hinata said reasonably and resolutely: "Impossible, I will not allow others to hurt you."

Even if that 'other' is yourself!

The gentleman smiled slightly, reached out and stroked his black hair, "Good boy."

The most basic skill of a qualified leader is duplicity.

While praising him as a 'good boy', the other party only stroked his black hair twice, then took advantage of the trend to touch down, and quickly checked whether he was carrying a gun or a sharp knife. After finding that he was not, he calmly let go He moved his hand, pretending that he was just calming the child in a normal way.

Hinata's reasonable expression didn't change, and she also pretended that she hadn't noticed the other party's real intention just now.

The gentleman looked at Belmode in the front seat, "Have you settled your affairs?"

Belmode withdrew her gaze from the rearview mirror, turned her head to look back, and she rolled her eyes, "Are those guys? I checked them in. Fortunately, the airline will give you the function of checking pets. "

She estimated the time, "I consigned the shipments in batches, and left them with different addresses, so that they could go there as soon as they got off the plane."

pet?them?
Rational Hinata only captured the key words. He glanced at Belmode and didn't want to know the other party's bad hobbies, so he focused on the gentleman who was obviously more important.

The gentleman nodded slightly, and continued to talk to him, "Do you want a pet?"

"In a typical American family, it seems that there are two parents, sisters and brothers are friendly, plus a lively and lovely dog, who will accompany the equally lively boy to play football games."

……

This sentence seems to be full of slots, whether it is the first half sentence, the middle half sentence, or the last half sentence.

And why an American family?

Hinata refused without hesitation: "No."

He has no interest in Belmode's personal hobbies, and he doesn't want to see it with his own eyes.

"Don't you want to?" Belmode repeated meaningfully. She was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of the scene ahead and stopped.

The vehicle stopped for a while at the toll booth. The staff member of the toll booth was a stout-looking man wearing a hat and a mask. He looked into the car and looked around the car with an obvious evaluation look people.

This look is like the look of a butcher weighing a lamb.

Hyuga rationally sat in a car of black forces who was very polite and would even pay at the toll booth, raised his eyes calmly, and looked at this very impolite staff.

At the moment when they looked at each other, he found that the eyes of the other party who were casually weighing and evaluating began to undergo subtle changes. In short, it was as if the eyes suddenly lit up. formalities.

At the same time, the system prompts: [The mission 'The Destiny Lamb of the Tollgate' has been detected. ]
Rational Hinata: "...?"

The staff at the official toll booth... wait, this is New York, free, beautiful and happy New York, that's okay.

(End of this chapter)