Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

"this……"

The officials were dumbfounded, but their eyes were vaguely focused on Caldwell.

They won't do things like taking the blame.

But throwing blame is their specialty, and, according to the system of the United States of Eddie, the best player who takes the blame has always been the president.

The term of the president is four years. Once the four years are up, the president will step down and the next president will take office. This matter has nothing to do with them.

Let the next president, or the next president, have a headache for those bad and bad things.

"Hmph..." Caldwell snorted coldly in his heart, these guys who follow the wind.

"If you want us to withdraw our troops, show our sincerity." Caldwell said in a deep voice, "Let your leaders come and talk to me. Also, let go of my Minister of Defense!"

"Ahhh...!!"

As soon as the voice fell, Palmer's screams sounded again on the other side of the phone.

Caldwell looked even more gloomy, but he managed to calm himself down.

"Is this how your organization negotiates? It's so despicable."

"Despicable?" On the other side of the phone, the Albert team member who was stepping on Palmer raised his chin and tilted his head again, as if hearing some joke.

"Hum hum……"

The Albert player chuckled and slowly raised his right leg, hanging over Palmer's head.

Palmer felt that the feet on his head were no longer there, but there was still an inexplicable danger standing above his head, so he struggled to turn his head to look at the top of his head.

I saw that the Albert player's feet were not completely lifted, but were still hanging 30 centimeters above his head.

Palmer looked up at the other party, looking at the red eyes on the other party's helmet. Although he couldn't see what kind of face was inside, he could feel a killing intent from those eyes.

Suddenly, the foot hanging above his head moved, and the steel sole that hit him harder than his head suddenly stepped down.

"no, do not want……"

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise on the ground, and Palmer's head was split open like a watermelon, and red and white things shot out, covering the already bloody ground.

"Palmer..."

In the Oval Office, Caldwell looked gloomy.

All the senior government officials were also silent. They all heard the screams and begging for mercy, and the sound like a balloon exploding.

"Mr. President, you seem to have made a mistake..." The deep and thick voice of the former Albert team member sounded on the phone, "We... don't need hostages."

Caldwell did not speak, he was still in a mixture of shock, anger and fear.

The Minister of Defense, a senior official of a country, died so simply.

Although not dying in front of them, it doesn't make any difference.

The other party is so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid of angering them, one of the five strongest countries in the world?

"Ouch~vomit~!"

Looking at this tragic and disgusting scene,

A female technician vomited on the spot, knelt on the ground and vomited continuously.

"One month, try to be before all your soldiers are wiped out."

After the voice fell, a "beep" busy tone sounded on the phone, and the call was disconnected.

"Snapped!"

In the presidential office, Caldwell pressed the microphone heavily on the landline, his expression gloomy, and he didn't know what to think.

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"The task is completed, you can leave."

The two Albert team members looked at each other and nodded, then turned to look at the remaining people in the bunker, holding the dense blade in their hands, and walked towards them slowly.

"no, do not want……"

"Ah~!"

There was a burst of swords and blood, and there was no survivor in the bunker.

"Where's the Quick Reaction Team?"

"There are still five minutes to arrive at Makusennomiya."

After killing all the survivors in the bunker, the two asked casually, and when they learned that the quick reaction force would arrive in five minutes, they put away the secret blade and walked out of the bunker in a leisurely manner.

"A large number of policemen gathered outside Makusen no Palace, ignore them and go directly to the roof."

When the two re-entered the elevator passage, the voices of other team members rang in their ears, and a virtual screen popped up at the same time, which was the agents and policemen who gathered in the passage and prepared to equip them to come down from the elevator passage.

"Activate booster."

"The booster is ready."

The two stood at the bottom of the elevator passage, their legs bent slightly, and there was a loud "boom" on the spot, and their bodies flew towards the top of the elevator passage. At the same time, the booster on their back was turned on, accelerating their ascent.

"Huh? What's the sound?"

The previous agent who had tried to stop the two Alberts was standing in the doorway of the damaged elevator when he heard a strange sound, like a jet plane.

Frowning, he grabbed both sides of the door, poked his head out and looked towards the bottom of the extremely dark passage.

"Boom! Boom!"

But the moment he looked down, two phantoms flashed in front of him, like two fighter jets flying at high speed, and the shock waves generated directly lifted him several meters away.

"Boom~!!"

The next moment, there was a loud noise from the top of the elevator passage, and a little light fell down.

Someone stuck his head tremblingly and looked towards the top of the elevator passage, only to see that there seemed to be two more holes in the top of the elevator passage.

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Location: Qingping City, Island Country.

Time: March 10, 1989, at 12:20 noon.

"Well, the war in the Aztec Republic is finally over."

In an open-air cafe, a burly man in a white one-inch shirt sat on a chair, and a cup of steaming coffee was placed on the table in front of him.

Short hair with a white shawl, black sunglasses without frames, a stack of newspapers in his left hand, and a super big chimney in his right hand.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he takes a puff from time to time, and then spits it out, enjoying it with a smile on his face.

"Don't smoke in public, especially in such casual places."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

The white-haired man looked up, and saw a young man walking towards him, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite him.

The man was dressed in an expensive suit, with bangs parted in threes and sevens. He lowered his glasses while sitting down, giving off a poetic and bookish aura.

"Ah, sorry sorry."

"It happened by accident."

After being told by Nobu, Mo Laowu took down the cigarette, bent down and pestered the cigarette on the ground, and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"Sir, your coffee."

The waiter stopped in front of Nobu, took the coffee out of the plate, put it in front of him, bowed slightly, turned and left.

"War is not what we care about." Nobu picked up the coffee in front of him, blew out a breath, and the aroma of the coffee was tangy, "Tell me, let me travel all the way to this small place..."

"What's the trouble?"

"Hey..." Mo Laowu grinned, put the newspaper on the table with his left hand, took out a file bag from his pocket with his right hand, patted it on the table, pushed it lightly, and the file bag slid in front of Nobu.

"Look at this, you will be interested."

Nobu took a sip of his coffee, looked down, and saw that there were two most eye-catching typewriters on it.

confidential!

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