The Seven Deadly Sins of Hunter x Hunter

Martin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He could only tap the edge of the table restlessly with his right hand, tapping his knuckles on the napkin, making a slight sound.

It was obvious that the Secret Service supervisor was very uneasy and impatient.

Caldwell glanced at his little movement, felt warm in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said:

"You will stay, Edward hopes you will stay."

"You are the next Secret Service Director."

"The next Director of the Secret Service, haha..." Martin glanced at Caldwell, shook his head and smiled: "A government without Caldwell?"

"No, let's forget it."

Caldwell and Martin looked at each other and smiled. They were ten years apart in age, a whole generation apart, but they were close friends.

"Anne is eight months pregnant, and she has been complaining recently that I don't have time to spend with her." Martin mentioned his wife, gently stirring the coffee in the cup with the spoon in his hand, "Just in time, I will resign too if you retire."

"Accompany your wife to give birth to a child. After the child is born, you can find a job as a construction engineer or open your own company. You no longer have to spend all day with an old man like you, running around."

"I can still find time to spend with my wife and children."

"Haha...hahaha..." Caldwell laughed weakly when he heard this, "It seems that you have been grudges for a long time. I should give you more leave."

"You only know now?"

Martin also laughed.

On such a sunny noon, a gray-haired old man and a middle-aged man were laughing heartily on an open-air balcony.

The surrounding guests had no reaction to the two laughing people, because they were both police officers and agents pretending to be ordinary guests.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

The laughter of the two gradually weakened, and Martin put away his smile and asked solemnly.

"Huh~" Caldwell took a deep breath, looked at Martin, smiled with relief, and said: "I have cancer, and the doctor said there is still one year left, so it's time to prepare for my own funeral."

"Does Martina know?"

Martin asked, Martina is Caldwell's daughter.

"I haven't told her yet."

Caldwell picked up the coffee and blew on it, then frowned and took a sip.

"You should tell her, she should know."

Martin also picked up the coffee and took a sip while admonishing.

"Ding Dong~!"

As he spoke, Caldwell banged the cup in his hand on the table, and the spoon clinked on the edge of the cup.

"Calder..."

When Martin put down the cup, he found that Caldwell's brows were frowning, his mouth was slightly open, and his neck was twisting from side to side, looking painful.

"Uh uh..."

Caldwell raised his head in pain and made a sound of "uh uh" in his mouth. At the same time, he raised his hands, holding his tie with one hand and untying his tie with the other, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Clang!"

The next moment, Caldwell fell directly to the ground, spilled the coffee on his suit, and dyed the pure white shirt brown.

"Mr. President!"

Martin stood up suddenly, squatted in front of Caldwell, reached out to help him pull off his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and called the doctor at the same time.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

"Bring the injection quickly!"

As Martin shouted, a group of doctors ran over with a medical kit, took out an injection and inserted it into Caldwell's neck.

As the physical discomfort disappeared, Caldwell's consciousness gradually relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

When Caldwell woke up, it was already around 18:40 in the evening.

Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in a ward. A doctor and two Secret Service agents were guarding the room. Martin was sitting on a stool next to him, his face dull.

"Mr. President, are you awake?"

A young man with short black hair and black-framed glasses stood beside Caldwell's bed, holding a medical record in his hand and looking down at him.

"Who are you?"

"I've never seen you."

“Are you on the medical team?”

Caldwell, who had just woken up, asked three questions to the young doctor in front of him.

He may not remember clearly how many doctors there are in his medical team and what they look like.

But it is absolutely impossible for someone so young to exist.

"Mr. Caldwell, we have good news and bad news here." The young doctor narrowed his narrow eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The good news is that you are not currently in anaphylactic shock."

"The bad news is, your tumor has spread to your liver and lungs."

"You only have six months."

"Not even alive until next year's election."

While the young doctor was speaking, Caldwell turned to look at Martin and found that the other man's face was dull and his pupils were dilated. If he hadn't been breathing, Caldwell would have thought he was dead.

Then he turned to look at the other two agents in the room, who were also standing in front of the window with dull expressions. They didn't even react at all when he, the president, woke up.

"Mr. Caldwell?"

"Are you listening to me?"

The young doctor put away the medical records, looked at him with a smile, and asked.

"You said anaphylactic shock?" Caldwell's attention returned to the young man. "You mean there were peanuts in that cup of coffee?"

"Alas~ It seems that you only heard the good news, not the bad news." The young doctor sighed, shook his head, and said: "The shock state just now was just an illusion, and there was nothing in that cup of coffee that could cause

You’re allergic to peanuts.”

"The most serious problem with you now is that you only have six months to live."

"I'm tired of hearing bad news, just tell me your purpose." Caldwell didn't care about his cancer and asked casually: "With such great ability, you and the organizational conspiracy behind you

The thing must be quite big.”

You must know that he is the president of a country. No matter where he goes, he is protected by hundreds of people, hundreds of agents, hundreds of police, a luxury armored fleet, a fleet of helicopters, bodyguards and dozens of snipers hidden in commanding heights everywhere.

hand.

"Well..." The young man raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "We are here to help you solve your problem."

"Solving the problem? Haha..." Caldwell smiled sarcastically and looked at the young man, "My only problem now is cancer. Can you solve it?"

"able!"

The next moment, Caldwell got a surprising answer from the young man.

"There is no benefit in lying to you." The young man looked at Caldwell's suspicious eyes and smiled: "Only the living President of the United States of America is useful."

"And you...just need our help."