Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

Martin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, only his right hand tapped the edge of the table restlessly, and his knuckles tapped on the napkin, making a small sound.

It can be seen that the Secret Service director is very restless and impatient.

Caldwell glanced at his small movements, his heart warmed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, saying:

"You will stay, Edward wants you to stay."

"You're the next Secret Service chief."

"The next Secret Service Director, hehe..." Martin glanced at Caldwell, shook his head and smiled: "There's no government in Caldwell?"

"No, it's fine."

Caldwell and Martin looked at each other and smiled. They were ten years apart in age, an entire generation apart, but they were best friends.

"Annie is eight months pregnant, and I've been complaining recently that I don't have time to spend with her." Martin mentioned his wife, stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon, "Just in time, if you retire, I'll resign together."

"I accompany my wife to give birth to a child. After the child is born, I can find a job as a construction engineer or open my own company. I no longer have to stay with you, an old man, all day long, running around."

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

"Haha...hahaha..." Caldwell heard the words, and suddenly laughed weakly, "It seems that you have been holding grudges for a long time, and I should give you more vacation."

"You only know now?"

Martin laughed too.

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

The surrounding guests did not respond to the laughing two, as they were both police officers and agents disguised as regular guests.

"Seriously, what happened to you?"

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

"Phew~" 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 funeral."

"Does Martina know?"

Martin asked that Martina was Caldwell's daughter.

"I haven't told her yet."

Caldwell took the coffee and blew, then frowned and took a sip.

"You should tell her, she should know."

Martin also took a sip of coffee and persuaded at the same time.

"Ding dong~!"

As he spoke, Caldwell thumped the glass in his hand on the table, and the spoon tinkled on the edge of the glass.

"Calder..."

When Martin put down the cup, he found Caldwell frowning, mouth slightly open, and twisting his neck from side to side, looking in pain.

"Uh uh..."

Caldwell raised his head in pain and made a "uh uh" sound in his mouth. At the same time, he raised his hands, pulling the tie with one hand and unbuttoning the tie with the other, looking like he couldn't breathe.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Caldwell fell directly to the ground, knocked over the suit with coffee, and dyed the pure white shirt brown.

"Mr President!"

Martin stood up abruptly, crouched in front of Caldwell, reached out to help him remove his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and called the doctor.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

"Hurry up and get the injection!"

Amid Martin's cries, a group of doctors ran up with a medical kit, took an injection from it and inserted it into Caldwell's neck.

As the physical discomfort disappeared, Caldwell 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 with a doctor and two Secret Service agents guarding the room, and Martin sat on a stool beside him, his face stunned.

"Mr. President, are you awake?"

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

"Who are you?"

"I never saw you."

"Are you on the medical team?"

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

How many doctors were on his medical team, and what those doctors looked like, he may not remember well.

But at such a young age, it is absolutely impossible.

"Mr. Calderwell, we have good news and bad news here." The young doctor's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled: "The good news is that you are not currently in anaphylactic shock."

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

"You only have six months."

"Not even living next year's election."

While the young doctor was speaking, Caldwell turned his head to look at Martin, and found that the face was dull, his pupils dilated, and 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 also stood in front of the window with a dull expression, and he didn't even respond when the president woke up.

"Mr Calderwell?"

"Are you listening to me?"

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

"You mean anaphylactic shock?" Caldwell turned his attention back to the young man. "You mean there were peanuts in that cup of coffee?"

"Hey~ it seems that you only heard good news, not bad news." The young doctor sighed, shook his head, and said, "The state of shock just now was just an illusion, and there was nothing in that cup of coffee that would cause You're allergic to peanuts."

"The biggest problem with you right now is that you only have six months to live."

"I'm tired of hearing bad news~www.NovelMTL.com~ Just tell me your purpose." Caldwell didn't care about his cancer, and asked casually: "With such great ability, you It must have something to do with the organization behind you."

You must know that he is the president of a country. No matter where he goes, there are hundreds of people to protect him, hundreds of agents, hundreds of police officers, a luxury armored convoy, a helicopter team, 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."

"Solve the problem? Hehe..." Caldwell smiled sarcastically and looked at the young man, "My only problem now is cancer, can you solve it?"

"can!"

The next moment, Caldwell got an astonishing answer from the young man.

"It's no good to lie to you." The young man looked at Caldwell's suspicious eyes and smiled: "Only a living President of the United States of America is useful."

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