Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

"I haven't introduced myself yet, Andres."

The young man introduced himself with a smile, and at the same time took off his glasses and put them in his breast pocket. He lifted up the short black hair on his forehead with his right hand, and instantly changed the hairstyle from bangs to a slicked back hairstyle, with a bunch of black hair extending from the forehead.

His whole temperament suddenly changed, from the elegant, kind and polite doctor he was just now to a person full of strong confidence and dangerous aura.

It was Andres who was originally staying in the Aztec Republic.

"..."

Caldwell barely supported his upper body, leaned back on the pillow, and stared at the dangerous man in front of him who exuded strong confidence and madness.

"I see."

"If there is any organization in the world that can treat the armed forces of a country's president as nothing, it is the mysterious organization that once dominated the civil war among the warlords of the Aztec Republic."

Caldwell naturally has a deep memory of the mysterious organization that once appeared in the Aztec Republic and dominated the war. He even later collected a large amount of information about the Foundation through domestic intelligence organizations.

But what we got were just some fragments, and there was no really important intelligence information at all.

In other words, even if it is found, it will not be spread back to the country.

This organization possesses powerful military strength and cutting-edge military technology of the next era, and to operate such a large organization, the funds required will undoubtedly be even greater.

According to the day and night investigation by many agents of the intelligence organization, three companies related to this mysterious organization were finally found.

[Umbrella Biotechnology], [Walton Industries], [Panshi International].

Each of these three companies is a giant group in their respective industries and has extremely huge influence, especially Panshi International.

This company is a giant enterprise that takes over all the security and defense work in the United States of America.

If Caldwell wants to sanction this company, there is no doubt that he will be "sanctioned" first.

Therefore, after learning about the intricate and huge forces behind this mysterious organization, the matter was dropped.

"It seems that you already understand your situation." Andres raised his lips, "Very good, this will help our communication and mutual understanding."

"Wow..."

Caldwell opened the quilt directly, sat on the edge of the bed, took a breath, and looked at Andres with a dull look.

"You said you could cure my cancer?"

"How to cure it?"

"This matter..." Andres narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously, "I still need the cooperation of you, the president."

the next day……

At seven o'clock in the morning, the President's residence.

"Sir, your body needs to rest. I don't recommend you go out at this time."

At the main entrance of the presidential residence, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo stood at the door, looking at Caldwell who was wearing a thick black cloak, frowning and persuading.

"House."

Caldwell, who was about to get into the car, paused and turned to look at his butler with a smile.

"Anyway, I need to rest. I want to go to a quiet and comfortable place."

"Just in time to use my vacation this year."

"Take care of my house for me, House."

"Don't worry, Mr. President." The butler bowed slightly to him with a respectful look, "After you come back, this will still be your home."

"Hehe...hehe..."

Caldwell smiled reluctantly, looking very weak, which made the butler frown.

"Don't worry, it's only seven days."

Caldwell saw the butler's worry and comforted him in turn.

Then he turned around, stepped into the car door, paused again while sitting in the car, and said:

"No, there are only six days left."

"Bang."

The car door closed, and the butler watched the motorcade drive out of the presidential residence and disappear from sight.

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At exactly 11:00 noon, in a suburb hundreds of kilometers away from Coronel City, there was a private nursing home called [Boies Nursing Home].

"Chichi..."

A motorcade stopped here, opened the door, and an old man with gray hair stepped out of the car, escorted by many bodyguards in black suits.

"Where is this?"

The first thing Caldwell said when he stepped out of the car door was to ask about his current location, while looking at the private nursing facility in front of him that he had never heard of.

Situated alone on the outskirts of the uninhabited wilderness, it looked abnormal.

"A private nursing home a hundred kilometers east of Coronel, Mr. President."

A familiar voice sounded in front, and Caldwell looked ahead.

Andres, dressed like a college student in casual clothes, was standing at the door, looking at him.

"Don't just stand there, come in, Mr. President."

Caldwell looked around at his bodyguards and agents. These people still showed no reaction, as if they were not bodyguards to protect him, but just zombies.

So, protected by many bodyguards, Caldwell entered this abnormal nursing home.

Go through the main entrance building, pass through the corridor, and come to the park.

The sanatorium was very deserted. Walking in the park and on the trails, you couldn't see anyone at all.

If it weren't for the good hygiene here, he might even have thought that this place was an abandoned private sanatorium.

Finally, Caldwell, led by Andres, came to a laboratory-like place in the sanatorium.

From here, Caldwell saw a lot of activity, but most of them were burly, heavily armed soldiers, who were distributed around the laboratory conducting careful patrols and inspections.

Ten minutes later, Caldwell met a biomedical doctor named Boyce in the laboratory.

"Hello, Mr. President." Boyce smiled and extended his right hand to shake Caldwell's hand. "I have been waiting for a long time."

"It sounds like you're hoping that I'll get sick." Caldwell also reached out and held Dr. Boyce's hand. "Explain, how do you want to treat my cancer?"

"Therapy is not the right word."

Dr. Boyce withdrew his right hand from shaking hands, pushed up his glasses, looked at Caldwell, and smiled mysteriously.

"To be precise, it should be suppression."

"Suppress cancer cells within a controllable range and prevent them from continuing to grow and spread."

"This is different from what I said before I came here. Isn't this still unsolvable?" Caldwell suddenly frowned, "If I have to drag such a terminally ill body and continue to live in pain, it would be better to die. ”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Boyce shook his head and said, "As the saying goes, the road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time."

"Treating cancer is certainly not something that can be accomplished overnight. It takes time."