Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Late at night, Fu Huashi was sleeping soundly in the dormitory, but he was awakened by a sudden itching.

"Hiss, why is it getting more and more itchy? What's going on?"

Fu Huashi kept scratching her arm. The wound bandaged with gauze felt like there were thousands of ants crawling on it, which was very uncomfortable.

"Hiss, don't tell me that Kiichiro Numabuchi hasn't brushed his teeth for a long time. My arm got infected with bacteria from biting it."

"It itches so much and it hurts."

When I pulled open the cuffs, I saw blood seeping out of the gauze, and the itching and pain gradually dissipated.

"Huh, it's finally quiet..." Fu Huashi looked at the alarm clock on the bedside: four o'clock in the morning.

"Go to the infirmary to change the dressing, and then go to sleep when you come back."

Come to think of it... why were Ruiboye and Pusta both able to defeat me? Although Ruiboye barely won, but... I felt like a loser, always being abused. After all, I also had the military strength of a code member.

……

"The medicine has been changed, but the wound is so red, like a rash."

Looking at the newly replaced gauze, Fu Huashi wondered, "It might be a bacterial infection. Let's see a doctor after dawn."

On the way back to the lounge, in the dark corridor, there were occasional rustling sounds of hammering.

Dongdong——Pa——Dong——

What's going on? At this time, everyone should have been asleep. (Except for that madman Hennessy who is still playing games)

No way... maybe a thief broke in... This is a winery, if it's a thief, he's pretty brave.

I went to take a look.

The sound gradually became louder. Looking for the source of the sound, there seemed to be a bright light at the end of the dim corridor, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

"Is that place... a training ground? It's so late, who is doing this?"

Inside the training ground, a man with short brown hair and sweat dripping from his body was punching several wooden sandbags in front of him.

"on!"

"Left!"

"attack!!"

The man swung his fist with all his might, and with a bang!!! His fist hit a severely damaged wooden stake, causing a horizontal crack to appear on the stake, and it broke into two pieces with two clicks.

The man let out a long sigh, leaned against the wall, and took a sip of water.

"Who... are you?" Fu Huashi walked in and saw the man and the slightly messy training room.

"Hi, Fu Huashi, why aren't you asleep yet so late?" The man raised his hand and greeted her as usual.

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ. . . . “Cointreau???”

That’s right, he is the Cointreau who always appears in the eyes of the public as a gentleman and acts calmly and calmly.

But have you ever seen Cointreau like this... Wearing a vest soaked with sweat, with a bandage on his head and bandages on his hands...

This...Cointreau's image was instantly destroyed...

"You... do you often train like this? It's four in the morning..." (=?Д?=)

Cointreau nodded, "About once every other day."

Fu Huashi was still shocked, "You are too arrogant, no, too strong, you are so strong, how can you still work hard?"

Cointreau: "Of course, after all..."

"After all, this is the simplest and most reliable way to survive in the organization." A weak and low voice sounded behind Fu Huashi.

Cointreau bowed his head slightly, "Master Hennessy."

Fu Huashi: "Master Hennessy, why are you here? You don't want to play games anymore? (whispering)"

Hennessy glanced at Fu Huashi with his heavy dark circles under his eyes and said, "Send medicine to Cointreau. He came to train before his injuries from the last fight with Pusha have healed. He really doesn't take his body seriously."

Fuhuashi’s daily complaints: Have you ever taken it seriously?

Hennessy came to Cointreau and handed the medicine over, "Don't practice, apply the medicine first."

Jundu smiled and waved his hand, "No need, I..."

"Apply medicine! Your internal injuries, fractures and burns haven't healed yet. Don't try to be brave. Do you think you are an iron man?" Hennessy said in a deep voice with anger.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Jundu smiled bitterly, nodded, and took the medicine.

Hennessy looked at the broken wooden stakes and the sandbags covered with scars, sighed and shook his head with emotions that ordinary people could not understand.

Fu Huashi looked at Hennessy, who seemed a little worried, and asked, "Lord Hennessy, you said that Jundu practiced martial arts in order to survive in the organization. What does this mean?"

Hennessy glanced at him and said, "You are still too young. That's right, you are only 20 years old."

"What do you mean?" Fu Huashi was a little confused.

Hennessy said calmly, "Let me ask you, what do you think your chances are against Rui Boye, oh no, San Martin, and Pusta? Answer from the bottom of your heart."

"Ah, why do you ask? As for San Martin, they won by a narrow margin last time. If they fight again, it might be less than 30%. As for Pusta, they didn't hand it over directly, but judging from the fight between Jundu and the others, it should be about the same."

"Ah, I feel like a loser when I talk about it. I feel like I can't beat anyone..."

Hennessy raised the corners of his mouth and laughed deeply, "Have you ever considered who they are? They are elite agents from foreign government agencies! It's normal that you can't beat them."

"what?"

Hennessy: "Then let me ask you, how do you think of your fighting skills? When did you start practicing?"

Fu Huashi thought for a moment and said, "As for fighting, I am at least at the level of a code name member. I have been practicing since I was about 10 years old."

According to the original owner's memory, Natsume Hoshi seemed to have indeed begun to accept his parents' hellish training since he was 10 years old. No matter how the young Natsume Hoshi begged or resisted, he could not disobey his parents' arrangement which was almost forcing him to grow up too fast.

Hennessy smiled slightly and snorted, "Not bad indeed, your parents are quite smart."

"Master Hennessy, you haven't answered my question yet."

Hennessy: "Let me ask you, do you think you can beat Pushta?"

Fu Huashi thought for a moment and said, "I may not be able to defeat this..."

"Do you know how old Cointreau is this year? Cointreau is 29 years old this year! He has trained at least 9 years longer than you. He can fight Pusha on equal terms. It's normal that you can't beat him!"

! ! ? Σ(?д?；)What?

"Fu Huashi, you have to understand that this world still follows the principle of hard work brings rewards. There is no achievement or ability that is not obtained through hard work!"

“The reason why Cointreau can compete with Pustar is that it has spent at least nine years more than you in persistence and sweat.”

"There's no need to be discouraged or say those discouraging words, because this is the truth about the organization and even the world!"

Cointreau, who was wiping sweat and changing the dressing, listened to Hennessy's words, feeling awkward and listening quietly, because...

Hennessy is telling the truth.

Fu Huashi seemed to understand something. Hennessy looked at him and said again.

"Do you know why the organization advocates learning martial arts, fighting, and even learning to dodge bullets?"

Fu Huashi narrowed her eyes and asked, "In order to... survive?"

Hennessy nodded, "Yes, the existence of the organization is to be hostile to the world. All of us in the organization are facing the elites carefully trained by various countries. Their mission is to destroy us!"

"Do you know how old San Martin is this year? According to the organization's investigation, he is 33 years old this year! He is a senior agent of the FBI, and is an elite of the FBI like Akai Shuichi. The reason you were able to defeat him before was purely because he underestimated you and was too careless!"

"This..." Fu Huashi lowered his head, as if he understood something.

"You are 20 years old and you have such strength. You should be proud of it. But you have to understand that as a member of the organization, our enemies have always been the elites of those government agencies. If we face them, we will be in danger of losing our lives at any time."

"The Jundu Club is training here to make itself stronger, surpass those elites, and keep itself alive! This is the truth of being a code member, and it is also our truth!"

"This..." Fu Huashi lowered his head. He understood that at the age of 20, he was indeed too young. He had too little experience and had not grown enough.

He only came into contact with the organization's external struggles twice, and these two times directly showed the world the cruelty of the organization.

What we are facing are the elites that almost all countries have tried their best to cultivate, and everything has just begun.

The 20-year-old him competing against San Martin and Pusta, who were at least 10 years older than him, was like an 8-year-old kid competing in mathematics with an 18-year-old youth.

This is a gap in accumulation, a gap in time.

Hennessy smiled slightly at Fu Huashi's enlightenment. This kid still has some wisdom.

"So you understand, in order to survive, we must work hard, surpass them, and defeat them!"

Fu Huashi looked determined and said, "Yes."

At this time, Jun Du, who was ignored on the side, rushed to say: "Fu Huashi, you know, in fact, in the comprehensive group, except for Yeger, everyone else's martial arts are very good, not inferior to yours, so... hehehe~"

"So..." Hennessy suddenly grabbed Fu Huashi's arm and smiled strangely, "Come with us to fight internally! Otherwise, you will be left behind~"

"Hey, don't, don't pull me, I'll walk! And I haven't gotten enough sleep yet!!"

Bang-bang-pop-"Ouch!"