Penguin Style Cub Breeding Diary

So how did things get to this point?

The captain of the Varian elite assassination force, Spelby Skuvalo, sat on the warm sofa, thinking about this question solemnly.

He closed his eyes, and his thoughts went back to the time when Varian was sneaking around the cabin in the woods that was about to open.

Everyone in Varian sang and marched forward, singing Katyusha, oh no, sneaking in the forest in a low-key manner.

However, they were ambushed by crows.

"voi——! Why are these guys ambushing here?" Scuvaro grabbed the guide's collar and figured out the whole story almost at the moment of being attacked, "You guy, maybe they bought you too People?!"

The guide tremblingly defended, but his wandering eyes couldn't hide his guilt.

Scovalo threw him away and handed him over to his subordinates, and clicked his tongue recalling the map.

"I can't help it, all of you! Gather into formation B and get rid of this group of scum within 10 minutes!" He swung his long sword and took the lead, swiftly breaking into the enemy group with a cold weapon.

Without any surprise, Varian's elite changed their formation, took out their weapons, and started shooting in coordination with the action of the combat captain.

Some of the members merged into the darkness like shadows, and sneaked into the enemy's rear after a few minutes. Some of them sent back the enemy's information, and the other skillfully started hunting.

Although it was an unexpected ambush, the consultants outside the door really gave a lot, so the army sent by Varian is the elite of the elite.

Not to mention this small scene where hundreds of people surrounded dozens of them, even if the other party doubled, it would not be a problem for them.

If it weren't for the new combat captain with a slightly older personality (?), this group of elites might still be able to pull out a radio and start massacring with fashionable pop music.

Cough cough, the words are a bit far away, in short, Varian quickly solved the ambush from the crow.

Skuvalo returned to the army refreshed, and the guide, who was tortured by the interrogation experts and became delirious, hesitantly revealed the mastermind behind the scenes.

——Although the crows sent him to be Varian's wrong guide, in fact he was sent by the rat of the house of death, and sent wrong information to the crows, inducing the crows to direct the main force to Varian.

After thinking about it, I was unhappy, Varian had never suffered such grievances, so Scuvaro waved his hand, and a group of people came to the rat's lair in a mighty manner.

But why did things become like this?

Skuvalo thought painfully, even when Sword Emperor Dur rejected his challenge, he never experienced such pain. Now when he looked up and saw the kid named Tsunayoshi Sawada opposite him, his head seemed to have countless Tsunayoshi Sawada ached like he was dancing.

But now, there are more difficult things waiting for him.

"Fyodor... Dostoevsky, right?" He tried to recall the name of the kid opposite.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky." Dos said calmly holding the coffee.

Gang Ji, who was so frightened by the gift just now, was sitting next to him, holding a cup of cub-special hot chocolate in his hand, and secretly glanced at this self-proclaimed shark from time to time with his big eyes open. My lord.

Why do parents name their children squalo?

It’s weird.

Probably because staying next to his trustworthy elder brother made him relax a lot, or maybe it was because in the memory of a child who was comparable to a goldfish, not only was he not afraid of Skuvalo who made him cry, but he also worked hard. thought about such a question.

——I didn’t realize that my name was also tuna at all.

Scovalo has always hated dealing with guys with twists and turns in his stomach, and there are very few such talents in Varianli, at most one Otabio1.

But that guy actually had to develop in this direction because he established the position of Xanxus' left and right hand since he was a child. He is the only one among the Varians who insist that killing everyone who is visible is equal to assassination Mind is in charge.

But if he is to say that he is Varian's military adviser, he is somewhat unqualified-in this rescue operation, he didn't even count the existence of the dead house rats, let alone the bastards they were looking for had been secretly found by the rats. Smuggling out of things.

Scovalo was thinking in his mind, but he himself was sitting on the sofa in a bold posture, with his arms spread out naturally.

"Since it's an intelligence organization, you should know why we're here, right?" He pointed to the kid who was drinking chocolate and had a bit of a head, "Where did you find this kid?"

Tsuna looked blankly at the man pointing at him.

The other party was using a language he had never heard before. It was a bit like the English spoken by the kindergarten teacher in class, but it didn't seem to be completely. It was probably a child with a strange accent that the teacher had said.

But the other party was clearly an older child, yet he still hadn't corrected his accent.In this way, brother Fei Jia can still understand what he is saying... Brother Fei Jia is really amazing!

——Tangji, who was so sleepy and delirious, was still Fei Jia's brainless blowing machine, thought so, inadvertently met Ivan who was standing in the distance and stared at this side, and suddenly gritted his teeth.

Zizz, zip...

[It's started, the daily battle of poisonous people. 】

【Zai Zai is obviously always slow in a daze, but he becomes active when he meets Ivan. 】

[Probably also a way of getting along 2333 I was like this with my brother when I was young. 】

What, what!Ivan is a big idiot!It's the villain who robbed Fei Jiage!It's not my brother!

[Can anyone understand what Tuosi is saying?This is not English, is it? 】

[Tosi?If you love him, please tell him his full name, the new silver fur can say half of it! 】

[I will answer this question!It's Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky! 】

[Italian, most of these people have tattoos on their hands, probably Italian specialties? 】

[Specialties... pizza? 】

[Speaking of Italy, of course it is mafia!Suddenly excited! 】

What is Mafia?Is it as delicious as 【Pizza】?

[Huh, does mafia really exist?I always thought it was something like urban ghost talk? 】

[It seemed to be quite popular in the past, I don’t know why I can’t seem to hear their rumors now... Don’t talk about this, if it’s really mafia, wouldn’t it be very dangerous? 】

[So does anyone know what they're talking about? 】

[I'm a little worried that I'm going to sell the cub in a pocket (no), that silver fur doesn't look like a good person. 】

Yiyiyi?Brother Fei Jia won't sell Gang Ji!

The boy angrily wrote down a grudge in his little notebook.He snorted in his heart, and kept an eye on the screen in order to prevent these villains from secretly saying bad things about him, while pricking up his ears to try to catch words like selling Gangji.

Although, although brother Fei Jia will definitely not sell Gangji, but Gangji is a very cute child, it would be bad if the silver-haired villain brother came to snatch Gangji away!

He stared at Skuvalo with big round eyes like a vigilant rabbit, just waiting for the other party to bite (bu) violently if he made any rash moves.

Just when Gang Ji was vigilant, a noble and golden barrage floated among the strange words of cute cubs and mothers.

……

[Administrator 0000 starts live translation. 】

Huh?

Tsuna looked over, and there was a blue line at the bottom of the barrage screen, and white Japanese scrolled in it, which was the translation of the two people who were talking, only the last sentence was seen.

[Skuvalo: In that case, I will take this child away. 】

[Dostoevsky: Good. 】

Take away = sell.

Tsuna Yoshi is really, really going to be sold...

Brother Fei Jia just said yesterday that Gang Ji is the best-behaved kid in the world, the cutest kid, why is he going to sell Gang Ji today?

Is it because Tsunaki is so cute? o口o

Tsuna widened his eyes in disbelief, and in disbelief, it seemed as if he heard a crunch, and an orange-red flame lit up from his forehead.

Gogol, who was humming and serving small cakes, came in from outside the door. The cub who had just been sobbing and didn't let go of Jindoudou couldn't help it anymore, bit its lower lip and cried out with a wow.

"Hmm, what's the matter?" Gogol, who was holding a small cake and biting a fork, was hugged by the rushing little rabbit and raised his hands.

"I didn't steal it!"

"Guoguo, Guoguoli, Gangji, Gangji are going to be sold...Wow quq!!"