Cultivate a tenth generation

The sudden figure in black robe blocked the fatal blow for Qin Jiu, and his appearance shocked everyone present.

"Barolo!" Belmode exclaimed, "How could you..."

"I'll explain later, retreat first."

The rooftop is in danger of being attacked by snipers at any time, and it is indeed not a suitable place for conversation.A group of people hurriedly left here along the stairs, and finally split into two groups downstairs, completely blending into the night.

Chianti and Cohen left on their motorcycles, and Tsuna got back in the black jeep.

As soon as he got in the car, Belmode held down Gangji, and asked with a slightly worried expression: "Are you okay? The bullet just now—"

Gin sat silently in the passenger seat, but when Belmode spoke, he turned his head slightly and looked at Gangji.

Gang Ji's black cloak disappeared at some point. Belmode thought she would see Gang Ji covered in blood and a big hole in his chest, but to her surprise, this young man was unscathed!The sniper/gun bullet just now seemed to be eaten by him, and it didn't cause him the slightest damage.

"...Do you believe me when I say that I have a body of steel that is invulnerable like Superman?"

Belmode had an expression of "you're making fun of a fool", but since Gangji didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask the bottom line.

Gin spoke at this time.

He turned his head to look at Gang Ji, and said word by word: "Mission, have you completed it?"

Gangji showed a confident smile, and he said, "Of course."

After a while, he carefully took out something from his pocket and handed it to Gin.

It was Tumen Kanghui's military certificate as an officer of the Self-Defense Force, and it was still stained with a little blood visible to the naked eye.Gin took a few glances at this thing, then stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat.

"He will never have the chance to run for prime minister," Tsuna said.

Seemingly a little surprised that Gang Ji could actually accomplish this almost impossible task, Qin Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed out a rare compliment from his mouth: "Good job."

Of course, a blood-stained military officer certificate alone is not enough to prove anything. The impromptu drama that Gang Ji just performed is the decisive evidence, which should be enough to hide the eyes of the person who has been watching their movements in the dark.

If he guessed correctly, the person in charge of the hotel is the secret eyeliner of the organization.There was too much evidence of the organization left in that meeting place, and it is estimated that he will be responsible for dealing with the aftermath in a short time-and then report what just happened to the top of the organization in detail.

Bourbon hadn't said a word since he got in the car.When he saw the blood-stained certificate belonging to Tumen Kanghui that Gang Ji took out, the shock and doubt in his eyes almost turned into substance.

He turned his head to look at Gang Ji, opened his mouth to ask questions, but suddenly realized that Gin and Belmode were still in the car, and swallowed the words in his mouth abruptly.

Of course, Tsuna noticed Bourbon's abnormal reaction, but he was not stupid enough to ask him why, but pretended not to see it.

"By the way," Tsunaji, who hadn't seen Kiel since he came out, asked suspiciously, "Where did Kiel go?"

According to the original plan, as a public figure, it was impossible for Keir to sneak into the hotel with Gang Ji and the others, so the task Gin arranged for her was to wait outside with Chianti and the others.Chianti and Cohen had left, however, and Kiel was nowhere to be seen, which was odd.

Gin said in a somewhat displeased tone, "I was taken away by the FBI."

"FBI... how did she meet someone from the FBI?"

"Because the person who installed the bugs and transmitters is the FBI," Belmode explained on the side: "In order not to let them interfere with the mission, Gin did the opposite and used the gadgets they installed to play a game." Battering—am I right, Gin?"

"Hmph, that's right."

No wonder Gin Jiu didn't destroy the transmitter and bug in time at that time, it turned out he was just playing around with it - Gang Ji now understands Gin Jiu's good intentions.If he hadn't delayed the progress of Conan and the others, it is estimated that their early plans would not have gone so smoothly.

"Wait, so the person who just sniped you was also the FBI?" Tsuna asked, thinking of the sniper who almost killed Gin Jiu.

Perhaps because things were all settled, Belmode resumed her usual tone.She showed a playful smile, and said: "To be specific, it was an undercover agent in the organization code-named Rye, who was later discovered by the organization and fled. He had a very good relationship with Gin back then."

The relationship is very good...Why does Tsuna Yoshi always feel that there is something in Belmode's words?

"You talk too much nonsense, Belmode." Qin Jiu's cold words came from the front.

Perhaps Shuichi Akai was once a person of good strength, and his partner with Gin really complemented each other, and the success rate was always terrifyingly high when the two teamed up to go out on missions.Gin used to have a strong interest in this person, but it was only because of his natural desire to challenge the strong.

As for now, all he has for that person is a strong desire to kill him.

Thinking of the shot that almost killed him if Gang Ji hadn't rushed over just now, a cold light flashed quickly in Qin Jiu's eyes.

The car hurried away under the cover of darkness.

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December 12, seven o'clock in the evening.Deep in a certain forest on the outskirts of Tokyo.

The sky was completely dark, and the dense trees stretched out their bare branches, like distorted ghosts under the moonlight.The sound of the wheels of the car rolling over the dry branches that fell on the ground startled several birds that had landed on the trees.

The car drove through the winding path in the forest, and finally stopped in front of a house.

This mansion is a standard European-style building, and it looks as exquisite and gorgeous as a small old castle.A middle-aged Caucasian male who looked like a housekeeper stood at the door, watching the car stop in front of him.

He stepped forward, respectfully opened the rear door, and then said in fluent Italian: "Lord Renato, you have come a long way, thank you for your hard work."

Stepping out of the car was a thin man in a gray windbreaker.He has short dark brown curly hair, which is a little messy on the top of his head at the moment, and his chin, which has not been trimmed for a long time, is unshaven, and he looks like a down-and-out beggar.

However, the eager light in those eyes made him look like a mad scientist.

"Giovanni, take me to see Aonzo." The man took out a suitcase from the car and put it in his arms, then looked at the butler and said.

"Master is already waiting."

After speaking, he got up and walked in front of Renato, leading him to the depths of the mansion.

The house is very bright, and the oil paintings hanging in the corridor and the vase sculptures on display show the high taste of its owner.There were quite a few male and female servants walking around in the house, and when they saw someone coming, they immediately stopped in a hurry and saluted respectfully.

Finally, Giovanni stopped Renato after leading him to a place similar to a restaurant.

Renato frowned as if he had a premonition about what would happen, but he pushed open the door and walked in.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man was sitting at the innermost end of a rectangular dining table.He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his blond hair was fixed on his head meticulously, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.Sitting on his left is a handsome blond man with a tall figure and a youthful appearance.

Even though the table was full of all kinds of delicacies, the two didn't intend to use the knife. It seemed that they were waiting for Renato's arrival.

"Giordano, the person in front of you is the Mr. Renato I mentioned to you." The man sitting on the main seat smiled slightly and introduced: "Renato, this is my younger brother. Giordano."

Giordano stood up, gave Renato a friendly smile, and extended his right hand.Renato also politely returned the salute, but he was somewhat impatient looking at his expression.

"It's hard for you to travel so far, let's sit down and have a meal together."

As Aonzo said, he didn't continue to pay attention to Renato, but raised the knife and fork in his hand and began to eat like no one else.

"Aangzo, I didn't come to Japan to accompany you for dinner!"

Renato had no intention of sitting down, but slammed the suitcase in his hand on the edge of the table, and said in a harsh tone, "I'm here to complete my experiment, do you understand? Time is running out too much!"

Giordano looked up at him, then at Aonzo, and felt that it was better for him not to speak at this time.

"Of course I know," Aangzuo said indifferently, "No matter how tight the time is, there won't be time for a meal, right?"

"You bastard!" Renato rubbed his hair irritably, and said, "If it weren't for the recent tense situation in Sicily, and the research had to be completed at the last step, do you think I would be willing to come to this ghostly place?"

However, in the next second, with a sound of "Shua!", the silver table knife that was still in Aonzo's hand flew past Renato's face, and plunged straight into the wall behind.

Aonzo looked at him with a cold gleam in his eyes, and the words that Renato hadn't finished speaking suddenly froze.

"Is this how you speak to your leader, Renato?"

Renato swallowed, but still stubbornly said in a trembling voice: "Don't try to threaten me...this drug...no one can finish it except me."

"I never doubted your ability."

As Aonzo said, he put down the fork that was left in his hand, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.He stood up and patted Renato on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll take you to your laboratory."

......

Renato was thinking about Aonzo's side all the way, probably meaning that I am such a conscientious and talented scientist, you don't enshrine me in the laboratory, but you threaten me, you are not worthy of being a leader What kind of conscience will be ashamed.

Aonzo smiled, tilted his head, and um-hmm the whole time, without showing the slightest bit of impatience.

Giordano hangs behind the two of them, even he, an outsider, can't stand Renato's talk, let alone Aonzo... He really admires this man's super patience.

The three finally came to the ground.

After Aonzo swiped the card at the door, he handed the card to Renato for safekeeping, and then led into the laboratory.

This is a laboratory specially built in advance for Renato's arrival. Not only are all the scientific research equipment readily available, but there are also no less than ten scientific research personnel specially recruited by Aonzo to help Renato stand in the room. The personnel seem to be Japanese in appearance.

"Tell me, where is your research going?" Aonzo found a chair and sat down, looking at Renato with shining eyes and asked.

Renato walked to the vacant table and placed the box in his hand on the platform, and said: "The effect of the drug is a bit strong, and the specific dosage for the human body has not yet been clarified—as stated in the report, I need to carry out human experiments."

"I've already prepared for this."

Just as Renato was about to say something, he was interrupted by Aonzo: "However, before that, I want to confirm whether your medicine is effective or not."

"I told you not to question my abilities!"

Although Renato had a sullen expression and a fierce tone, he obediently took out the things in the suitcase under the threat of Aonzo's eyes.

It was five small white powdery items in transparent test tubes, and he picked up one of the tubes with his thumb and forefinger pinching the two ends.The white powder still has some light pink under the light, which looks extraordinarily beautiful.

Aonzo looked at the white powdery object with fascination, and his eyes gradually revealed a bewildered look.After a while, he waved to the people standing beside him. Those people understood what their leader meant, and two of them turned their heads and left the laboratory.

Less than a minute later, a young man who was in a coma was dragged over by the two.

"Please feel free." Aonzo made an inviting gesture to Renato.

Renato immediately understood what Aonzo meant, but he didn't act immediately, but frowned in disapproval, and said, "I said that this medicine is quite effective, and if you don't control it well, it may kill you." , you should wait for me to do a good calculation before—”

"This is the leader's order." Aonzo interrupted him.

Knowing that Aonzo has made up his mind to verify the effect of this medicine, although he does not agree with what he did, Renato, as a subordinate, naturally cannot disobey his orders.

He took some physiological saline and poured it into the beaker, and took as little white powder as possible to make a mixed solution, and finally took half a needle of the liquid and walked towards the unconscious man.

"Such a small amount of medicine?" Aonzo questioned.

Renato didn't pay attention to Aonzo's question, he just walked up to the man with the needle and motioned for the two people to wake him up.

Watching the man gradually wake up from the coma, watching his expression change from confusion to panic, and then to anger, as if he was about to jump up and grab his throat in the next second, Renato quickly took advantage of that When the two were still able to suppress the man, they pushed all the liquid in the needle into his vein.

At first the man didn't respond.Seeing that the enemies in front of him were far away from him, he thought that the opportunity had come, so he quickly activated the flames to break out of the encirclement.

However, to his surprise, the originally handy flame could not be used no matter what at this moment, as if the life energy in the body was stopped by something.What followed was an unbearable tingling and exhaustion all over his body. This sudden and intense pain made him unable to even get up, and could only collapse on the ground and scream.

The man curled up and lay on his side on the ground, the severe pain almost made him lose his mind, and the corners of his mouth began to salivate uncontrollably.

Aonzo looked at the scene in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was still muttering: "Not bad, not bad."

"Not bad ghost!"

Unexpectedly, Renato suddenly violently pushed Aonzo away, ignored everyone's tugging and walked quickly to the side of the man who was lying on the ground at the moment, who was still twitching faintly after making no big movements, and put another in his hand Fluid from a needle was pushed into his vein.

However, the liquid seemed useless to the man, and after trembling for a while, he was completely silent.

This is a semi-finished antidote that he developed on the spur of the moment. I thought that even if the effect was not ideal, it would not be useless. I didn't expect...

Renato's fingertips trembled, and the syringe in his hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it stably.He said to himself, "It's still too much... still... someone died..."

In stark contrast to Renato's depression, Aonzo seemed to be in a good mood and walked to Renato's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said in his ear: "You are doing very well. , Renato."

Renato, however, remained silent.

He didn't care about his loss of soul, Aonzo walked up to Giordano who had been standing quietly beside them, and saw that he was also in a daze, and the excitement that was still overflowing in his heart just now was instantly overwhelmed. Their disappointed reaction was watered down.

He slapped Giordano's face lightly and lightly, bringing him back to his senses.

"What? I've been undercover in Venglerie for a long time, so I can't remember what my name is? Alberto?" His tone was full of sarcasm.

After Giordano was slapped awake, he quickly lowered his head to the man in front of him, repeating in a low voice: "Don't dare...don't dare."

He is a coward, without any great power, and he dares not do anything out of line.

It's just that if he doesn't do some things, someone will always do them.