Cultivate a tenth generation

On the night of December 12th, Mihua Hotel.

"My bodyguards have already left, so just speak up if you have anything to say."

Tumen Kanghui said to Gangji with a solemn expression.

After Tumen Kanghui's bodyguards all left, the rest of the people present were only the two policemen and Conan who were left by Tsunayoshi's name.The purpose of keeping the policeman was to tell Tumen Kanghui that he had no intention of taking his life, while leaving Conan was to plan ahead for his future actions.

Gang Ji didn't say a word, just threw something in his hand to Tumen Kanghui across the air.

The two policemen originally thought it was some kind of lethal weapon, and became extremely nervous for a moment, but they relaxed again after seeing Tumen Kanghui catching the thing steadily and unharmed.

"I don't have time to explain it to you in detail, you can see for yourself." Gang Ji said.

Tumen Kanghui then looked down at the thing that Gangji had thrown over to him just now, and the two policemen, a man and a woman, and Conan also moved over, looking at it curiously.

Among the four people, only Tumen Kanghui showed an extremely shocked expression the moment he saw that thing, and the remaining three people looked at each other because they didn't know.

"This... this is... you, no, you—"

With an expression of disbelief, he raised his head and looked at Gangji.However, when he came into contact with Gang Ji's serious and somewhat impatient expression, he shut up in time.He almost forgot that time was running out.

So he turned to the police without hesitation and said, "This man can be trusted!"

"Huh? But—"

"No but!" Tumen Kanghui's expression was unprecedentedly serious: "No matter what this person does, don't worry about it, and don't ask, understand? This is an order!"

Although the two policemen didn't know the reason for Tumen Kanghui's words, their identities at the moment required them to obey the commander's orders.So they said in unison: "Yes!"

Conan watched the interaction between the three, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense.

Isn't it just a ring?Why did Tumen Kanghui have such a big reaction, why did he make a 180-degree turn towards that person in an instant?Could it be that there is some secret hidden in this ring?Maybe it's still a secret related to that person's true identity.

However, at this moment, a "bang!" shot suddenly exploded in the empty hall!

The gun in Gang Ji's hand was still emitting wisps of white smoke. Where he cast his indifferent eyes was the falling figure of Tumen Kang Hui whose head had been pierced by bullets.A few drops of blood gushing out from the center of his head splashed on the face of the policewoman closest to him, and her originally calm face gradually became distorted.

"You bastard--!"

She gritted her teeth and said every word, her eyes seemed to want to cut Gangji into pieces.The other policeman and Conan also looked like they didn't expect things to develop in this direction at all, their eyes widened in horror, and they could hardly speak.

Before the two police officers took out the guns in their arms, there were two more "bang!"

"Officer Sato! Officer Takagi!"

Conan yelled.He quickly ran to the side of the fallen two, his fingers were still trembling and stretched out for their pulse, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him at this moment.

The pulsating neck told Conan that they were indeed dead.How can I die?How could those two policemen die so suddenly and easily?Moreover, the one who killed them was actually the person he tried to trust.

The next moment, a cold and hard metal object was on top of Conan's head.

He only heard the person behind him say coldly: "Goodbye." The world in his eyes dimmed instantly.

It turns out that this is what the world in front of him looked like before he died——

Conan slowly fell to the ground. The last thing he saw was a golden orange flame that suddenly ignited, and an ice wall standing upright in the raging fire like an iron wall.

It's really strange, how can there be an ice wall in this place?

Before he could finish thinking, everything was completely plunged into darkness.

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"So that's it, so this is the truth of Tumen Kanghui's fake death?"

Bourbon fell into deep thought after listening to Tsunaki's narration.Although he knew for a long time that Tumen Kang Hui had faked his death, he still couldn't figure out what method Gang Ji used to do it. Now after listening to Gang Ji's narration, he has a lot of clarity—— Ghost!

What kind of fire, what kind of ice wall, what kind of mysterious bullet shot through the head and still alive, his worldview is crumbling step by step!I beg you to be merciful and be kind to my three views!

"I have a question," Bourbon said after sorting out his thoughts, "I'm still curious, what exactly is the bullet you mentioned that can bring people back to life?"

"This is it," said Gang Ji, and took out a gun from his pocket. After quickly unloading the clip, he took out one of the bullets, and explained: "This is a special bullet made by Pengele, called Death air bomb, after being hit, people will enter a state of suspended animation for a short period of time."

"Brief...and after that?" Bourbon asked.

Before Gangji could answer, Conan slapped Bourbon on the shoulder, hesitantly said: "This question...just skip it."

He absolutely didn't want to think about what happened in the ice wall after Gangji left them and disappeared.The picture is so beautiful, so beautiful that when he thinks of that picture now, he feels a burning pain in his eyes.

"Okay, then I'll skip this question." Seeing Conan's expression that he couldn't bear to look back, Boben gave up asking, and said instead: "You just said Vongola—why did Vengola's death bomb, You will?"

The topic finally came to this.Tsuna always felt that since he sneaked out of the organization with gin, he had no resistance to revealing his identity.Rather, he has been explaining his identity over and over again without hesitation to those who had tried their best to conceal his identity.

Hmm... In fact, when seeing their shocked expressions, Tsuna was actually a little bit refreshed, maybe it was because of a sudden bad taste.

"Because I am King Vongola X."

After Tsunaji finished speaking, there was silence around him.Gin, who had known Tsunaji's identity for a long time, naturally didn't respond, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he was quite amused to see Bourbon showing such an expression.

"What did you say?"

Bourbon blinked.

"I am, Vongola, the tenth." Gang Ji repeated.

After being stunned for more than ten seconds, Bourbon suddenly lowered his head and escaped from his pocket to get out of the phone, and quickly began to press the keyboard on the screen.Seeing this, Gangji quickly stopped him, and snatched the phone from his hand.

"What are you doing?" Gang Ji asked, pinching the phone.

Bourbon glanced at Gangji, then at the phone, pursed his lips after a while, and said, "Sorry, professional habits."

Bourbon, who almost thought he was still an undercover agent in the organization, looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already turned upside down.

Boss, there's nothing new about the group you sent me undercover except that I just hooked a big fish.What?How old do you ask me?Have you read Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou"?It's about the same size as that so-and-so kun.

Compared to Bourbon's shock, Conan, who had never heard of Vongola, looked extraordinarily stupid at the moment.He looked at Tsunaki and then at Bourbon, feeling that the IQ he was so proud of was really useless at the moment.

However, he could hear the hidden meaning in these words.Conan cautiously glanced at the silver-haired man who had been sitting there without saying a word, and his vigilance towards him also dissipated, and turned into doubt.

Although I don't know what caused Pengo Lie to make Bourbon react so violently, but I can be sure that it must be Gang Ji's true identity.And he was able to say it without any scruples in front of Qin Jiu, and Qin Jiu didn't respond at all, so maybe it shows that Qin Jiu is not an enemy at this moment, on the contrary... Maybe he will be a companion.

Half a minute later, after Bourbon accepted this fact, he sorted out his mood, and turned back to his usual calm look, but the look in Tsunaki's eyes was somewhat strange.

"So, what's your purpose in bringing us here so late and telling me so many things?" he asked.

"As I said before, I'm here to seek cooperation from you."

"I'm just an ordinary member of the organization, and this brat is just a primary school student. For a person of your level, what reason do you have to come to us for cooperation?"

Even at this time, Bourbon, a vigilant and rigorous man, was still testing Tsunayoshi.He wanted to know how far Gang Ji knew the two of them, which was a very important thing.

Tsunayoshi naturally knew what Bourbon meant. He smiled and said, "Don't be so modest, Mr. Furutani Rei, an undercover agent of the Japanese police?" Then he turned to Conan and said, "There is also a famous high school Detective, Kudo Shinichi."

The expressions of the two changed at the same time.Conan immediately looked at Gin, but found that Gin didn't seem to respond to the name that appeared in Tsunaji's mouth, and suddenly the heart that was hanging in his throat went back a little.

After pondering for a while with no expression on his face, Bourbon cast his sharp eyes on Tsunaki, and said, "So, as a mafia, what kind of cooperation do you want to seek with the Japanese police?"

Bourbon had obviously guessed Tsunaki's real purpose and thoughts, and he hit the point in one sentence.

"Provide you with business."

"Business?" Bourbon raised his eyebrows.

Tsuna leaned forward slightly, and said slowly: "I now have accurate information about a large-scale mafia activity that is about to take place in Tokyo. I wonder if your police are interested in this?"

Bourbon narrowed his eyes: "It's not our task to confront the mafia head-on."

"Of course you won't be sent to die," Gang Ji said. "At that time, there will naturally be people on the front line. Your task is to deal with the aftermath and bring those people to where they should go."

"How? Not bad."

"Sounds good, but I can't decide these, I need to ask my superiors."

Tsuna returned Bourbon's mobile phone to him, and made a gesture of asking for permission.

At this moment, Conan who was on the side said, "What about me? You came here specifically to find me, so you didn't want me to watch you."

"I heard that when you were Kudo Shinichi, you cooperated with the Metropolitan Police Department many times, and you have a very close relationship with them."

Conan pushed his glasses and looked at Tsunayoshi with serious eyes: "So what?"

"I need you to pass on what I just said to Bourbon to the top of the Metropolitan Police Department, and try to convince them."

"Why should I do things for you?"

"You can knock down almost most of the mafia entrenched in Tokyo in one go. Will you, a big detective who has always been jealous, let this golden opportunity go for nothing?"

Indeed, after Conan understood what Tsunaji meant, he was already a little bit moved. Moreover, eradicating the black organization has always been his long-cherished wish. If he can take this opportunity to accomplish this goal, it will undoubtedly be a blessing for him good thing.He has no reason to refuse.

"Okay," Conan said, "I'll try, but I can't guarantee success."

Gangji nodded.

After a while, he seemed to think of something again, and he said to the two people who were on the phone separately: "By the way, I visited Mr. Tumen Kanghui a few days ago, and he said that he would also use the strength of the Self-Defense Forces to help me— —After all, this is also an excellent opportunity for him to 'resurrect'."

Just imagine, a prime minister candidate who died to protect the people in the eyes of the public, suddenly appeared again a few days later, not only resurrected intact, but also hit the swarming black and evil forces in Japan, realizing his previous promise.Such an excellent opportunity to improve his prestige, coupled with the fact that Gang Ji had saved his life, how could he refuse.

The two nodded, expressing their understanding.

The hour hand of the clock slowly moved to the "five" position in the dark night.The morning of January [-]st is coming soon.