Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

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

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

The temperament of the whole person changed suddenly, from the elegant and polite doctor just now to a character full of strong confidence and danger.

It was Andres who was originally in the Aztec Republic.

“************…”

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

"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 only the mysterious organization that once dominated the civil war of the Aztec Republic's warlords."

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

But what you get is just a few fragments, and there is no really important intelligence information at all.

In other words, even if it is found, it cannot be passed back to China.

This organization has the powerful military strength and cutting-edge military technology of the next era, and to make such a huge organization operate, the funds needed are undoubtedly even greater.

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

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

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

This company is a giant that has taken over the national security and defense work of 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, this matter came to an end.

"It seems that you already understand your situation." Andres raised the corner of his mouth, "Very well, this will help us communicate and understand each other."

"Whoa..."

Caldwell directly lifted the quilt, sat beside the bed, took a breath, looked at Andres, his eyes flat.

"You said it could cure my cancer?"

"How?"

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

the next day…

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

"Sir, your body needs to rest, and I don't recommend you to 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 wearing a thick black cloak, frowning and persuading.

"House."

Calderwellton, who was about to get into the car, stopped and turned to look at his butler, smiling.

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

"Just used my vacation this year."

"Help me look after my home, House."

"Don't worry, Mr. President." The housekeeper bowed respectfully to him, "After you come back, this is still your home."

"Hehe...hehe..."

Caldwell smiled reluctantly, looking so weak that the butler frowned.

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

Caldwell saw the butler's concern and comforted him in return.

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

"No, it's only six days."

"Boom."

The door was closed, and the butler watched the convoy drive all the way out of the presidential residence and disappeared from sight.

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At 11:00 noon, in a suburb hundreds of kilometers away from Coronel, there is a private sanatorium called [Boys Sanatorium].

"Chichi..."

A convoy stopped here, pushed open the car door, and a gray-haired old man stepped out of the car under the **** of many bodyguards in black suits.

"Where is this place?"

Caldwell's first sentence when he stepped out of the car door was to ask for his current location, while looking at the private health care facility in front of him that he had never heard of.

Sitting alone on the outskirts of an uninhabited wilderness, it is not normal to look at it.

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

A familiar voice sounded ahead, and Caldwell looked forward.

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

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

Caldwell looked left and right at his bodyguards and agents, who remained unresponsive, as if they were not bodyguards to keep him safe, but just walking dead.

So, under the **** of many bodyguards, Caldwell entered this abnormal nursing home.

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

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

If it weren't for the sanitation here, he would even think it was an abandoned private convalescent institution.

Finally, Caldwell was led by Andres to a laboratory-like place in the nursing home.

From here, Caldwell saw a lot of activity, but mostly burly, heavily armed soldiers who were distributed around the lab on careful patrols.

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

"Hello, Mr. President of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com." Boyce smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Caldwell, "I've been waiting for a long time."

"Sounds like you're expecting me to get sick." Caldwell also held out Dr. Boyce's hand. "Explain, how do you want to treat my cancer?"

"The word treatment is not very accurate."

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

"Precisely, it should be suppression."

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

"This one is different from what I said before I came here, isn't it still unsolvable?" Caldwell frowned, "Do I want to drag such a terminally ill body to continue to live in pain, it would be better to die ."

"No, no, you misunderstood." Boyce shook his head and said, "As the saying goes, we need to walk step by step, and we need to eat one bite at a time."

"Cure for cancer, of course, is not something that can be done overnight. It takes time."