Cultivate a tenth generation

Conan and Judy stood quietly in the corridor and watched the two gradually walk away, each with their own thoughts.

With the departure of the two, the oppressive feeling that enveloped the surroundings also disappeared. Conan, who thought everything was over, let out a long breath, and felt that his breathing became much smoother.

The shock he received in the past two days was worth more than the shock he received in half a year. If this goes on for two more times, it is estimated that Conan will be buried in peace.

However, would the God of Destiny really let him go so easily?

God of Destiny: Impossible, non-existent.

So, when Conan and Judy turned and opened the door and decided to go back to take care of Xiaolan, another aura completely different from Tsunaki suddenly appeared and enveloped them.The icy breath made them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, and Conan instantly stopped, not daring to move rashly.

If Conan felt majesty and oppression when he was around Tsunayoshi, then in this momentum, Conan felt that he was a savage fish, lying naked on the cutting board.

He turned his head away slowly.A man in a black windbreaker was standing at the entrance of the corridor, in front of Tsunaji and Belmode.His tall figure blocked part of the light from the hall, casting a long and vague shadow on the floor of the corridor.

"He is..." Judy's pupils trembled.

"GIN..." Conan said the name slowly, full of fear for the coming person.

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Conan thought that the gin was for them, but only Tsuna knew that the gin was for him.

No, perhaps Belmode also knew the purpose of the gin, but she stood aside with a look on her face and said nothing, and it was not easy for Gangji to ask him.

Belmode provoked Gin at the beginning because he felt that Gin was angry at the time. If Belmod hadn't told him the truth, she might have a hard time in the future.The second is that Belmode calculated the time. He thought it would take an hour to drive from the organization base to Mihua Hospital given the traffic conditions in Tokyo. At that time, she and Gangji had already finished their work and left the ward, let alone With the current situation... She didn't expect the gin to arrive so quickly.

And based on her knowledge of gin, this person will go to the hospital?Isn't the routine operation all waiting for someone at the hospital gate?Who said "I hate the smell of the hospital" with a straight face?Although she did say some trivial things in order to tease Gin... But she didn't expect to have such power?

Belmode was confused.

The tall man standing in front of Tsuna Ji and looking down at him is quite intimidating. His dark green pupils do not show the slightest emotion, and coupled with the aura he exudes intentionally or unintentionally, Tsuna feels that the man in front of him may already be angry. It exploded.

How can he live a complete life in the face of an angry tutor who is a killer?Judging from Gang Ji's years of experience with Li Baoen, he felt that there was probably no solution to this question.

"You and Belmode had a good time?" Gin said.

"We're not playing—"

"Yeah, I'm very happy." Before Gangji could finish answering, Belmode interrupted and said, "We even brought you a gift."

"..." Big sister, why are you so fat?Please shut up!Didn't you see that Gin was already going to kill someone?

Gin looked at Gang Ji with a dark face, and Gang Ji looked at Belmode with disbelief, but Belmode didn't look at anyone.The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

After a while, Qin Jiu still spoke: "Go back to the organization first."

This sentence basically saved Gang Ji's little heart, and the breath that was still hanging just now can be regarded as half of it.After all, if he was taught by Gin Jiu on the spot here.Then the mysterious image he managed to establish in front of Conan will completely collapse.

When he turned around and was about to leave, Qin Jiu seemed to feel a vision and looked into the depths of the corridor, but only saw a seven or eight-year-old child looking at him with fear on his face. Know yourself.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember it.This child is probably the family member of one of his dead souls.

Gin never remembered the faces and names of the people he had killed, and naturally he would not bother to understand the family relationships of those dead people.So he just glanced at Conan lightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

This glance, for Gin, might be forgotten in an instant and forgotten, but for Conan, it was enough for him to think about it day and night, and he couldn't have a good dream for dozens of days.

Not daring to continue confronting Gin, for fear that he would see something, Conan hurriedly pretended to be a frightened child and ran into the ward.The moment the door was closed, the corridor was completely silent.

——I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.Gang Ji smiled slightly, said "wait a moment" to Qin Jiu, then turned around and walked back to the door of Mao Lilan's ward.After squatting down, not caring that his clothes might get dirty, Tsuna reached into the trash can.

After groping for a while, he took out a pitch-black candy wrapper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Belmode didn't know what happened outside the ward at that time, she just thought that Gang Ji's behavior was very abnormal, rummaging through the trash can or something... how weird it is.But seeing that Gangji didn't seem to have the desire/desire to explain, she didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go." Gang Ji trotted back.

After leaving the inpatient area, the number of people gradually increased.Gangji followed Gin to the outside of the hospital, completely ignoring the surprised or doubtful looks from the people around him. Finally, he parted ways with Belmode in the parking lot and went to Gin’s room. Porsche.

Gin's appearance has long been completely exposed to the eyes of the enemy, so he didn't make much of a cover for public places like going in and out of the hospital.Because he believed that just a few minutes in and out of the hospital was not enough for those white people to get the news and come here.

By the time they arrived, the gin had long since disappeared.

Out of the gate of the hospital, Tsuna found that the sky outside had already dimmed, and the streets were also lit with colorful lights. At this moment, Tokyo exudes a charm that is completely different from the tension and bloodiness of Sicily—tranquility, peace and vitality.

Tsuna, who took out his cell phone to check the time, suddenly realized that his cell phone seemed to be turned off because it was out of battery.

... He seemed to suddenly know why Qin Jiu was angry. Was it because he couldn't be contacted?

So Gang Ji carefully looked at the side face of Gin sitting in the front seat, knowing that Gin would not do unnecessary things for no reason, he asked, "Gin, what are you doing in the hospital?"

"I have a mission," Gin said succinctly, "but I can't contact you."

In the next second, the originally peaceful atmosphere in the car was suddenly enveloped by a strong killing intent. Vodka was so frightened that he was driving that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.The black Porsche snaked its way across the road for a few seconds before returning to normal driving.

Burley/Ta in Gin's hand was pressing against Gangji's forehead, and said in a serious tone, "If I can't contact you next time, then there is no need for you to exist."

Even though there is still a dangerous control device on his forehead threatening his life, Tsunaki's expression is not panicked.He nodded and said, "Got it."

Gang Ji now completely understood that on the surface, Qin Jiu was in a bad mood because he couldn't contact him, but in fact he was upset because his mission was delayed by trivial matters.However, the situation should not be particularly critical. After all, Tsuna has reason to believe that if Gin's mission fails or is canceled due to his own reasons, then he will definitely pull the hand on his head without hesitation. The trigger of the gun.

"Hmph." Qin Jiu snorted coldly, and withdrew the gun in his hand.

In fact, Gangji's guess was relatively close, but part of the reason for Gin's unhappiness was because of the nonsense that Belmode told him.

Ambushed by the FBI? Barolo seriously injured?Had to find the nearest hospital?Qin Jiu said that he was skeptical of Belmode's words at the beginning, but whoever made this woman's acting skills was really good, and it would not be good for him if the BOSS caused any accident to his people, so Qin Jiu rushed over.

In the end, hehe, such a big man stood in front of him perfectly, and was seriously injured?Belmode I remember you.

Gang Ji felt the temperature in the car suddenly dropped a few degrees, and couldn't help shivering.

"Gin, what exactly is the task you mentioned?" Gang Ji tried to talk to Gin.

"White/pink."

With just two words, Gang Ji understood the importance of this task.

Unlike some European and American countries, many of these Asian countries are relatively conservative. Although Japan has relatively strict control over drugs and guns, it is legal in the Japanese underworld.Therefore, when it comes to strictness, of course the flower growers are the first to bear the brunt. The control of prohibited items in this country has reached an extremely terrifying level. national power.

"A man named Renato was entrusted by their family to bring a newly developed white/powder to the organization to make a deal. He was originally scheduled to arrive in Tokyo today, but the time was suddenly postponed and scheduled for ten days later." Qin Wine said.

Renato, Renato.Tsuna immediately recognized that it was an Italian name.

The Italians, who made great efforts to travel across the oceans to Japan, brought an organization their newly developed white/powder.Is it because Italy is such a good fertile ground for the mafia that they are not enough, or is there some other ulterior purpose?

Moreover, ten days later... Is this timing a coincidence?

Looking at the flowing street scene outside the window, Tsuna fell into deep thought.