[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

In the end, the fighters still came, but the command room has returned to calm.

"You thought we had enemies when you called us here."

Alice Hepbaki, the captain of the [-]th troop of the White Curse of African descent, known as the "Demon Flower", crossed her chest and said unhappily.

"Yeah, I'm all set."

The vice-captain of the Eighth Army who also belongs to the White Curse, a boy named "magister doll", Jinja Brad, floated in the air, and said with a smile, he had a pair of eyes that looked worse than Hu Erdao at first glance. He looks like a well-behaved boy, with short curly orange-yellow hair and star patterns in his pupils.

"It's okay, please go for a while."

Irie Masaichi was forced to clean up the mess for his boss, a certain boss who changed his mind and finally let it go, he was a little annoyed and forced to speak calmly.

"...What does it matter? The captain is the highest person in charge! I believe everyone can understand the gathering of fighters on a whim."

!!!

A voice came from the corner, but the people who came in didn't notice it immediately.

"If eyes can kill, I should be completely cold, right?"

Seeing Captain Irijiang's aggrieved expression being beaten up by him, Hu Erdao joked with the system.

In the corner is a boy in a white magic high-necked uniform and white leather boots, sitting lazily in a corner of the podium, and a half-length short-haired boy standing on the command chair, isn't it Hu Erdao?

Hu Erdao, who subconsciously concealed his aura, did not have the slightest awareness that he was still the group of people who came to the command room to be captured by the combatants half a minute ago, and used words to tease Irie Jiang Masaichi on the central command platform.

Irijiang Zhengyi, anyone in the command room who had just watched Hu Erdao laughing and negotiating with the leader Bai Lan, was now afraid of him, and had a [-]% feeling of shock and fear for him from the bottom of his heart.

Irie Masaichi even had a vague premonition that the boy in front of him would replace Bai Lan as the source of his more frequent stomach pains, and his complexion became even more gloomy.

Now he didn't want to pay attention to Hu Erdao's disrespect to his superiors and even tried to slander his behavior intentions. When he heard this, he pretended he didn't hear it, and just showed a slightly tired smile to the fighters who had just entered the door.

"It's alright, let's go back."

He... has a stomachache, and now he just wants to be quiet.

"So, what's the matter?" Jinjia Brad muttered wonderingly, and flew to Hu Erdao from the air, "Hey, Erdao, do you know what's going on? You should have arrived much earlier than us, right? "

what's up?

Does it count to capture the traitor Hu Erdao?

Hu Erdao's happy mood could even be revealed from the corner of his eyes, and even seeing this magician doll who likes to ask him to find out the truth was inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

"I know, but—"

Hu Erdao walked briskly, "Master Bai Lan just contacted me and explained something."

The deputy captain of the Eighth Army looked at Hu Erdao suspiciously. The young man in front of him always regarded himself as a small pawn, and he had no intention or motivation to take the initiative to serve Boss Master Bai Lan. Some things are happy like this.

"Hee hee, tell me." Pulling Hu Erdao's sleeve, the magister puppet was full of curiosity, taking full advantage of the puppet's youthful appearance, "I really want to know what happened."

"You asked me about the attributes of the ring and the ability of the ring box."

Hu Erdao was not disturbed by him, pulled back his sleeves indifferently, and continued to walk forward.

Although the puppet has the appearance, the one who is really called the magister doll is not a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. As early as many years ago, someone saw this appearance of the magister doll at the scene of the genocide of many families. .

Who knows if the so-called Jinja Brad is his real name?After all, this is just a puppet controlled by the police.

Magister dolls, only dolls appear on the stage.

"It's so naive, so naive."

Seeing that Hu Erdao was unmoved, the magister puppet flew into the air again holding his broom, the black cloak, the wide-brimmed pointed hat and the silver chain on the hat swayed with his movements.

"Do you think I have no other way?" The boy put his arms around the broom, with pentagrams and stars floating in his eyes, and smiled maliciously, "I was watching the surveillance before!"

"Oh."

Want to cheat him?

Hu Erdao, who had just achieved a major achievement in his life, didn't even intend to make some facial expressions to pretend that he had a reaction, so he replied indifferently.

Just kidding, if you really saw everything, then the attitude of the magister puppet should be the same as the people in the command room just now, no matter how bad it is, it is also the person in charge of Irie, right?

After cheating on Bailan Jesso, he was refreshed, and Hu Erdao didn't bother to care about it.

The weather is really nice today.

He is such a good man.

Brandon Jesso is such a liar.

I examine myself three times a day, and summarize today.

……

Compared with Hu Erdao's high spirits, it was not so easy for Peng Gelie.

Not only Mirufiore's men are looking for them, but in the base, the training of several Vongola leader guardians and members who came from the world 10 years ago is also in full swing.

After all, he is still a teenager in junior high school. Facing the adult and older mafia, even though his own ability and potential are extremely high, his chances of winning are not great.

But in the face of vicious and vicious enemies who pursued to the end, even if they had a slight chance of winning, they had to fight to the death.

...to go back.To survive.

Of course, the former No. [-] mafia, the huge Vengley, cannot survive with only a few members from the Japanese base.

Sicily, Italy.

Varian troops.

A group of people who had just escaped from the interception of the No.11 troops of Mirufiore in Europe and successfully sneaked back to the Sicilian headquarters are resting in the forest.

"Hey, frog, didn't you say that someone is coming to pick us up? People? Princes don't want to live in the forest."

The blond young man with thick bangs completely covering the upper half of his face squatted on a tree branch, casually threw a throwing knife into the head of a blue-haired boy wearing a huge frog hood not far away, piercing the hood straight through .

"I don't know, and I don't know where the contact person is."

The blue-haired young man said calmly, with an expressionless face, as if he was not the one who was stabbed by his colleagues.

"Shut up—you two! Are you talking so loudly to let people know we're back!"

The silver-haired man standing under the tree raised his head furiously, and shouted to the two people on the tree.

"Captain Mingming, you should be the loudest..."

The teenage boy's expression remained unchanged, and he complained steadily.

At the same time, there was an irritable low voice of a young man, who seemed very dissatisfied with his sleep being disturbed.

"Shut up, scum—"

Before he opened his eyes, he drew his gun and fired a few shots at the sound source with a cold face without looking at it.

Fortunately, the gun had been silenced long before departure, and the sound of the gun was completely submerged in the wind and grass of the forest.

"Hell, Boss, are you going to kill us now?"

The silver-haired man dodged the bullet and shouted angrily in a low voice.

"Oh, is the Boss sleeping? Captain, don't bother the Boss."

Lusilia, who has yin and yang hair and green highlights, leaned against the tree with her fingers up and said, playing with her own dyed nails happily.

"Don't worry, Boss, no one will disturb your sleep again!"

The burly, darker-skinned man said hastily, as if he was doing everything for the Boss.

"Tsk..." The man sitting under the tree finally lost his patience. He opened his glazed red eyes, and a strong evil spirit leaked out through his lean body. "Wait another 40 minutes, and we will leave."

Varian's Boss - Xanxus.

This is the elite, independent assassination unit affiliated to Pengele:

Varian [Varia].