[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Is it really a Pengel leader who descended from the sky?"

Hu Erdao jingled in the kitchen, talking.

Claude Simon had to worry that he was going to tear down the kitchen, got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen door.

"..."

"Boss... we can go out and eat..."

Mimic is a soldier who is good at cooking, but Claude Simon is obviously not one of them.

"I want to try it."

Hu Erdao closed the lid of the pot to let the contents simmer slowly, wiped his hands, and passed Claude Simon into the living room.

"Boys who can cook are a plus in front of girls~" Hu Erdao looked at Claude Simon who was silent and seemed to be considering his words, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you look at me like this?"

"I think, Boss, Erdao, you may not have a correct understanding of what you have made."

The Frenchman said it rather gently.

"..."

Hu Erdao was also silent, and then said rather annoyed: "That was just an accident."

"The accident of food poisoning after just one bite?" Claude Simon asked slowly, thinking about the time when the office had just opened.

Hu Erdao was expressionless.

"And, 'sincerely' pouring a spoonful of curry on top of everyone's rice?"

Claude Simon continued to make up the knife.

"To shut up."

Hu Erdao, who was exposed to the fact that he was "not good at cooking", finally had self-knowledge, and opened his mouth in a broken jar.

"As a member, don't you want to sacrifice your sense of taste for the sake of me who works so hard to keep the office open?"

"...Obviously in the original world, it is only natural to sacrifice your life for the leader, but I just want to learn how to cook!"

"Don't you all want to have my perfect dish one day?"

He spoke with a little reluctance.

No, we don't want to.

This sentence flashed subconsciously in Claude Simon's mind, and the seemingly normal, strange and powerful pouring juice flashed again.

"Boss, don't you think that your talent is not in this? It took you less than a month to master a language, and this is still the first time. After that, you can master the entire language family easily. master……"

"Does it matter?"

Hu Erdao looked at him suspiciously.

"What I learn is one thing, what I want to learn is another."

"Okay, I'm not a devil, I just want to share the dishes I cook."

Hu Erdao sat down on the sofa with a calm and calm look on his face, and looked at Claude Simon: "Let's talk about the collected news first?"

"..."

"Let's talk about what happened more than ten years ago."

Mr. Adjutant was silent for a moment, he didn't care about Hu Erdao's change of subject, he just sat down neatly and found a piece of white paper to draw a timeline.

"Before this, there was really nothing worthy of historical records in this small town, at least within the scope of my inspection."

Claude Simon drew a point.

"In the historical river I saw, about the part of this small town, I saw a small fluctuation in the current more than ten years ago—"

"Sawada Iemitsu returns to the family."

He marked it, and then wrote "Sawada Tsunayoshi was born."

In front of this dot, is a smaller dot, "Kyoya Hibari is born."

There are also two points before and after, "Sasakawa Ryohei was born." "Takeshi Yamamoto was born."

Well, is this the one who was born in Bingsheng Town—according to Japan, it should be Bingsheng Town—who will affect history in the future?

Seeing that Hu Erdao focused on the content in his pen, some helpless expression flashed in Claude Simon's eyes, and his new boss had better not think of the dishes he cooked in the kitchen.

"Then--"

Claude said, drawing a circle on the side near the end of the timeline.

"Not long ago, there was a huge change in the flow of history... as if it was undergoing some change, there was a vague tendency to split into several forks."

"...the beginning of the change," Claude Simon paused, and looked up at Hu Erdao, "The tutor Reborn is here."

"..."

Hu Erdao nodded, "Is that the news we heard?"

"That's right," Claude Simon smiled, his blue eyes pondering a little, "Alcobaleno, the son of the rainbow, the world's top killer, that Reborn."

"That's right, the one outside the window?"

"Maybe."

"...ciaos~"

Perhaps because he couldn't see the two of them continuing to discuss themselves without seeing anything, the first killer who was discovered was not embarrassed, so he opened the window of the room quite calmly, and jumped on the window sill.

The little baby in a custom-made mini black suit pulled the brim of his black top hat - a little green chameleon lay on it and said hello solemnly.

"Is it the language of Corsica?"

Hu Erdao completely ignored the arrival of the number one killer in baby form, and spoke to Claude Simon thoughtfully.

"Yes," Claude Simon glanced at the little baby by the window, "Corsica is also two provinces of France, but it is closer to Italy. Corsican and Italian have similarities. This is the Italian language. .”

Immediately afterwards, he went to the window and closed the opened window.

"Are you the newly opened firm in France?"

The No. [-] killer spoke with a baby's accent, stroking the cockroach that had just transformed from a chameleon with one hand, and said so.

He jumped on the coffee table and looked at the young Hu Erdao on the sofa.

About the same size as a stupid gang.

As he thought to himself, in reality he raised his gun sideways with his right hand and pointed it at Hu Erdao who seemed unguarded on the sofa.

Ordinary people, even the Mafia, will always feel uncomfortable and fearful when facing the gun at gunpoint, especially after knowing his identity.

But the young man in front of him not only seemed to have nothing happened, but also put away the white paper in front of him comfortably, lowered his head, folded it properly and put it aside, saying: "Yes, welcome to take care of our business, don't say anything else , On small-scale wars, we are professionals!"

——Isn’t it professional?

They were originally a group of soldiers who served on the battlefield. Even if they tried to let go of their original military status after transformation, the fact that their blood flowed in their bones was the battlefield.

Hu Erdao and his current subordinates, office employees, and former members of Mimic are well aware of this.

Hu Erdao seemed to be sure that the number one killer in front of him would not do anything to him, and he was quite confident, and he still had the leisure to advertise his obscure firm.

War... Seeing Hu Erdao say this word lightly as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word, Reborn couldn't help feeling like he was looking at other people's children.

He couldn't help but think of his little apprentice who still shivered when he met a Chihuahua until now. Even though he knew that Tsunayoshi Sawada was a good-for-nothing, he hated him a little bit.

Don't be afraid of comparing goods, just be afraid of comparing people.

Seeing that they are about the same age, they can open a gray and black office in Europe without any panic, and open up their own third place among the original European forces;

And his newly recruited apprentice, even if he piled resources in front of him, he didn't have the courage to use them.

"Your purpose."

Having made a decision in his heart to increase the difficulty of the training for his beloved little disciple, Reborn didn't intend to be procrastinating, and spoke frankly.

"Hey, you, Pengo Lie, are going too far!"

Hu Erdao raised his eyes and said in surprise, "This is not Sicily! Only Mount Fuji, no Etna!"

"And..." Hu Erdao said with a smile, meaning, "Instead of talking about the purpose, why do we know about this place?"

"Well, maybe our firm's intelligence capabilities are really too precise?"