Cultivate a tenth generation

Gang Ji had a very weird dream.

Because there were so many unexpected things that happened yesterday, Gang Ji kept thinking about those things in his mind before going to sleep, which caused him to not sleep well at night, and his dreams were like comic strips.

He dreamed that he was back in the Vengley headquarters in Sicily, sitting at his desk and enjoying a beautiful and quiet afternoon when the headquarters suddenly exploded.

Originally, what happened so far here is actually no different from what happened in real life. After all, it has almost become normal for Peng Lie to explode every ten days and a half months, but the subsequent developments are getting more and more weird.

At first, Takeshi Yamamoto ran up to him suddenly and told him that XANXUS and Gin were fighting.Gang Ji felt quite strange in the dream, Gin and Xanxus were clearly two people who had nothing to do with each other, why did they both suddenly appear in Pengo Lie's headquarters and then fight?

So Tsuna followed Takeshi Yamamoto to the scene of the crime, and then he was stunned.

Gin? XANXUS?This is clearly two Gundams fighting! Hey!Are you going to tell me that those two Gundams are driven by Gin and XANXUS?Those people around you, can you stop watching the fun!Try to persuade them!

Wait, shit!Why did another Lancelot break in?Hearing his voice, it was...it was Li Baoen! ?

Then the next moment, Tsuna was startled awake.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just a dream.After a while, he stroked the broken hair that stuck to his forehead because of the cold sweat, and then sat up slowly.

This dream was too weird, and he really didn't want to think about it again.Bourne, Gin, and XANXUS were driving a Gundam and frying Vongola... Tsuna felt that this scene was beyond the reach of his imagination.

He reached for the phone on the bedside and glanced at the time.

At around 05:30 in the morning, less than half an hour before the alarm clock he ordered rang, Gin Jiu did not come to ask him to go to morning exercises again today.

He couldn't fall asleep even if he was asked to sleep again, so Gang Ji simply got up and walked to the bathroom.

Parts of his pajamas were sticking to him from the thin sweat, which was not a comfortable situation at all.So after he took a hot shower happily, he began to prepare for the next thing.

He blow-dried his short brown hair, turning it from a submissive pose to its usual fried look.Then he took out a suit made by Peng Lie from the closet, and changed into the clothes quickly.

Tsuna stood in front of the mirror, expertly wearing a black tie, while thinking wildly.

Will our plan fail?Who was the mystery guest that Bourne called and told me yesterday?He said that he caught some tells of the enemy in Italy, what are those "tells"?And what Verti and Gino told me...

The more Gangji thought about it, the more confused he became, so he stopped thinking about it and took a step forward.

After the tie is completely fastened, the young man in the mirror reveals his full posture.

He still has the same slender figure and immature face as before. If there is any difference between this time and the past, it is probably that his eyes are a little deeper—he no longer has the fear of everything around him when he first came. Feeling unfamiliar and ignorant, Tsuna is more calm at this moment.

He glanced at the time again: 06:30 in the morning, time to execute their plan.

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Gin woke up early.

No, it's not so much that he woke up early, it's that he barely slept for a few hours last night.

This was probably the first time in more than ten years that he suffered from insomnia.Even when he had wiped out other people's families, or fought for hours with other mafia for territory, and his body was covered in blood, he never lost sleep over the ghosts who died at his hands. .

He has never felt guilty about killing people. In his opinion, this is just a kind of survival of the fittest. It is understandable that the weak die in a battle with the strong.

But why, after that person entered his life, did he doubt what he believed in before?

Gin sat on the sofa like a sculpture, and stayed like that until dawn.

Yesterday, he had a bit of trouble with Aonzo. When we meet again today, this man will probably not give him any good looks. Gin is quite clear about this.However, Gin is not someone who cares about how well other people like him. What he cares more about is the information that Aonzo revealed to him.

Leaving aside the speculation about Tsunaki's identity, the second thing that caught his attention was the seemingly unequal intelligence relationship between Aonzo and the organization boss.

According to what Aangzuo said, he should know the identity of Gangji, and for him, Gangji is a very important enemy. If possible, he even hopes that Gin can bring people directly to his presence.

However, as the "old acquaintance" of the BOSS, he only needs to mention this matter to the BOSS, and ask the BOSS to order Qin Jiu to take Gang Ji to participate in this mission today, and everything will be solved. No need to go out of your way to get close to Gin and try to buy him off.

There is only one reason that Qin Jiu can think of that can perfectly explain this matter, and that is: BOSS actually doesn't know Gang Ji's true identity, and Aonzo also deliberately hides it from him, so this happened yesterday things.

Gin didn't know how much of his guess was right and how much was wrong.But if things really went as he thought, then he could be sure that he had been unconsciously drawn into a huge and dangerous vortex.

After the last cigarette in his hand was burned out, Gin glanced at his watch—the time was almost up, and it was time for him to leave.

Staying on the sofa in one position for a long time is not comfortable. When Gin got up, he only felt his bones were crackling, and his muscles became a little sore.

Putting on his black windbreaker, before going out, he took a final care of his somewhat messy long hair, and Gin left the base.

This mission has been absent for a long time, and no one followed him, not even the vodka who always ran behind his ass, and the only thing beside him was the whole suitcase of US dollars that the BOSS provided him. This made Gin, who hadn't touched the steering wheel for a long time, a little more unfamiliar with the feeling of sitting in the cab of a car.

Following the address given to him by the BOSS, Gin's Porsche 356A slowly drove out of the organization's underground garage.

The trading location is not very far from the organization's base, but there is still some distance. After all, compared with the organization's base, that place is more remote and less populated.

After driving for less than an hour, Gin arrived at its destination.

This place looks familiar.

Gin didn't feel anything when he received the address from the BOSS. He didn't recognize the building until now when he arrived at the location - Twilight Villa, a manor that rose from the ground like a castle, It looked old and ominous.

He once heard the secrets about this Twilight Villa from Belmode. It is said that this manor has some unknown relationship with the BOSS. At that time, the woman investigated curiously for a long time, but until now Nothing came of it.

From this point of view, this manor is really related to the BOSS, Belmode's guess is not groundless.

After parking the car at the gate of the manor, an old man who looked like a butler who had been waiting at the gate greeted Gin.

"Mr. Gin, I've been waiting for a long time." The old man bowed politely to Gin.

Although he was puzzled as to why the place of the transaction was not in a place like an abandoned factory, but violated the rules of transactions in the other world and chose to be in the other party's lair, Gin did not ask any more questions, but was secretly vigilant in his heart, Carrying in his hand, he walked into the manor following the steps of the old man.

As you can see from the outside, the interior decoration style of the annex is quite European and elegant in ancient times. From the worn wall handrails, it can be inferred that this annex has a history of nearly a hundred years.

However, along the way, Gin saw splash-like spots that had turned dark brown in many places, and he was sure that this must be caused by blood splatter.Judging by the age of these traces, it is likely that these people died at least 30 years ago.

However, there were also fresh bloodstains, which were only visible to the naked eye and had been cleaned, but clues were inevitably left behind.

Gin pretended not to see these evil spirits, silently followed behind the old man, and walked deeper into the annex.

This is a large meeting room.

Rather than saying it is a living room, it is more like a meeting room prepared by the original owner who built this annex for large meetings.Several exquisitely carved wooden tables were placed in the room, and Aonzo was sitting on the sofa next to the largest table.

He still has the same elite demeanor, always with the same smile on his face.Even though they just met yesterday, and Gin Jiu taunted him mercilessly, he still didn't show the slightest bit of disgust or impatience towards Gin Jiu.This can only show that this man is extremely rich, and he is an old fox through and through.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Gin."

Seeing the arrival of Gin, Aonzo stood up like an old friend and went forward, and stretched out his right hand to Gin.

Qin Jiu glanced at his outstretched hand, did not move, just looked at him coldly, and said: "There is no need for false politeness, let's get straight to the point."

Aonzo seemed very sad about Gin's refusal to shake hands with him.After withdrawing his hand in boredom, he turned and walked back to the place where he was sitting just now, and then greeted Gin: "Please sit down." He pointed to the sofa opposite him and said.

After Gin Jiu sat down, the old man who had been standing beside the two walked up and poured a cup of tea for Gin Jiu and Aonzo each.For a moment, mist diffused over the teacup, carrying a unique fragrance of tea.

Seeing that Gin didn't intend to drink at all, Aonzo pretended not to know what Gin was guarding against, and picked up the fragrant tea, took a sip and said with a smile: "This is Chinese tea. , the taste is not bad, and it feels good to change the taste once in a while after drinking coffee, why don't you try it?"

What annoys Gin the most is this kind of nonsense, people who don't talk to you about business.He frowned impatiently, and his voice became deeper and deeper, and he said directly: "Let's inspect the goods."

"I'm really anxious, I want to chat with you for a while."

Aonzo sighed helplessly, put down the teacup in his hand, turned his head and said to the old man standing beside him: "Giovanni, bring the things here."

"Yes."

After Giovanni responded respectfully, he put down the teapot in his hand and turned to walk towards the door.

However, just as he was about to open the door, the slightly heavy door was suddenly pushed open.

Two people were standing at the door.The leader was a tall, blond young man with a handsome appearance, and the person standing behind him with his head bowed in a submissive posture looked like his follower, with black hair and black eyes, and a featureless face. An Asian face.

The blond young man standing at the door and Giovanni looked at each other for a while, before Giovanni realized that he saluted him calmly and said, "Master Giordano, hello."

"Hello, Giovanni," Giordano smiled at him. "I came to my brother, and I brought what he wanted."

What does the master want?When Giovanni glanced at the bag held by Giordano's entourage, he immediately understood what the "thing" he was talking about was.So he also smiled and said: "The next thing will be left to you, young master, and I will leave first."

Giordano nodded and walked into the living room, followed by his entourage.

The two passed by the old man, and when the black-haired young man passed by Giovanni, he keenly sensed an unusual aura.

——There seems to be something wrong.

But then he stared at the black-haired young man carefully for a long time, until the two of them met Aonzo, Giovanni didn't find anything wrong again, so he only thought that the feeling just now was his own nerves Allergic, turned and left the living room.

It is enough to leave the things inside to those big people. A small character like him should have left the stage long ago.