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"Not now."

"Really!" Sakurai Si was happy for a while, then blinked: "Is it because uncle has no money?"

With a puff, Bai Wei covered his heart and laughed dryly: "I can't say I don't have any money, I can only say that there is something wrong with the capital turnover for the time being. It's okay, it's okay. Uncle is the emperor. When I return to Europa, countless people will give me money." They are scrambling to give me money... Uncle has no other skills, but he is a little confident in eating rich women's soft rice."

Sakurai chuckled.

Maybe she didn't really come out of the grief of losing a loved one so quickly, but she just didn't want to express it, and she didn't want others to worry about it.

Bai Wei stayed with her until noon. After thinking for a long time, he still took out a document that Sakurai had prepared before his death, and signed and sealed it.

"Xiaosi..."

"Ok?"

"What do you think of the name Bai Si?" He asked seriously.

Sakurai Si was stunned for a while, then blushed quietly, holding her cheeks.

"Uncle." She said softly and shyly, "I'm only 13 years old...this is a crime."

Bai Wei: "..."

She went on to say: "When Xiao Si grows up a bit, maybe it can."

Bai Wei: "..."

……

Less than three hours after leaving the hospital, Mifune Kimura received a notification from the hospital's internal staff.

"What! Woke up? Still cured? The physical condition is quite good! Are you kidding me? I knew clearly when I went in the morning..."

Beep beep, the landline phone hung up.

The foundation secretary's face was ugly, he finally found a suitable heart, and now he actually said that the person is not dead, not only healed, but also able to run and jump?

Not only are all the hard work in the past in vain, but where can I find another suitable heart now?

A person has only one heart, and it is impossible to donate it!Prosperity and wealth also have to have a life!

The matching heart of the dying person is the best choice. I thought that if I give enough money, I will definitely win it. The SSR that is already close to being obtained can be returned.

Kimura pushed his glasses, his voice trembling: "I have to report to the president, I can't make up my mind about this matter."

He didn't know what the president's attitude would be when he heard the news, but he could imagine that it might be hysterical, or it might be the eve of the storm.

Because Mito Raiichiro is dying.

A dying person with wealth and power, for the glimmer of hope of surviving, no matter how crazy he is, he may not hesitate.

……

In the visualization scene, the two meet again, and Beichen Guidie greets them dignifiedly, but sees Liu Shengshuangyue in a daze.

"Are you thinking..." She was about to ask, but she followed the other person's line of sight and stopped immediately.

The old man who was sitting upright yesterday was gone, and there was an unnamed stele on the ground, with a knife stuck in front of the stele.

"Ah..." Beichen Guidie opened his mouth: "It's only been a day, you can't be because he slashed you yesterday..."

"How is it possible? There are still so many sword skills. If I want to kill him, I have to learn it. Who would do this kind of blind fishing?"

"Are you really going to cut it?" Beichen Guidie quietly distanced herself, this woman is too vengeful to deal with.

"It's long-winded, you." Liu Shengshuangyue was also troubled. He woke up and rushed into the game, only to find that the only shop NPC had already connected to the underworld. His mood was so complicated. Could it be that I killed the other party?

She said helplessly: "It was like this when I came in. There is no one left, just a stone tablet and a knife."

"Is that so." Beichen Guidie thought for a while, and then said with a flash of inspiration: "I probably understand."

"Huh?" Liu Shengshuangyue pricked up his ears, let's just hear what he said.

"He..." Beichen Guidie pointed to the stele and said, "He must have died of old age!"

"Then he buried himself and erected a monument before he died?" Liu Shengshuangyue felt absurd: "Who can do that?"

"Tom."

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Tuk tuk... There was a knock on the door.

Kimura Mifune waited anxiously outside the door. He had tidied his clothes many times for fear of appearing disheveled.

After a while, he heard voices coming from the room, and the door opened.

He walked into the topmost and most secret room of the building.

It's like a small museum, with pieces of exquisite artwork separated by transparent glass on the walls on both sides.

From the handicrafts of the Wan Yao Kingdom to the fairy treasures of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the imperial historical relics from the Allied Kingdoms.

Just having these collections here is infinitely satisfying.

But lying in it at this time is an old man who is very old.

Mito Raiichiro, 73 years old this year, is considered an advanced age.

But this age is not too high at all. In this world where inhumans walk everywhere, there are many old monsters who have lived to be hundreds of years old.

But his congenital condition, heart deformity, relying on the replacement of artificial heart, he has been struggling to support until today. He waited for a full 30 years for a suitable transplanted heart. The figure split in half and fell on the ground.

Kimura stared at his toes, not daring to look directly at the old man standing in a high position in Yingzhou.

"It seems that you are not here to report the good news." Mito's voice was tired and old.

"I'm very sorry, Mito-sama." Cold sweat dripped from Kimura's forehead: "Except for a little accident, originally, we were close to succeeding. But, but... that girl, she miraculously recovered..."

"A miracle?" Mito Raiichiro raised his eyes: "But what I heard is that she won't survive tonight."

"That's right, but after the man arrived, it didn't take long before she got better."

"man?"

"That's right... it's Sakurai Si's current guardian in name. He got the signed document of the girl's father from somewhere, and he almost defaulted to being the guardian. We investigated his identity and found that he was only from the Ming Dynasty. He had a simple network of connections. A younger sister who is studying at Far Eastern University, his younger sister is underage, so he acts as a temporary guardian..." Kimura eloquently reported the results of the investigation in the newspaper.

"So?" Mito asked in a low voice: "Or what does the heart I want have anything to do with it!"

"This, this..." Kimura Mifune hesitated and couldn't answer. Under the tremendous pressure, he knelt down on the ground, with his forehead on the ground: "Please give me some more time, I will definitely find a way."

"go out……"

"grown ups……"

"go out!"

Kimura was driven out of the house, the door was closed, and he looked devastated.

In the closed collection room, Mito Raiichiro held his heart and coughed weakly. He asked, "How long can I last?"

A figure came out from behind the artwork cabinet: "Three days..."

Mito put the ventilator on his face and took a deep breath: "You go..."

"With extracorporeal circulation, I can survive 24 hours."

"Before that, you go and get the heart. Remember, there must be no damage."

……

That night……

A group of people sneaked into the general hospital quietly.

This group of people is fully armed and professional. It is completely different from the bastards in Jidao. They are unified and orderly, and they carry a lot of modern weapons on their bodies.

Not only do they wear sharpened tactical knives, but they are also equipped with live ammunition.

The dress looks no different from that of terrorists, they all wear masks that cover their faces.

They were not many in number, but they had a clear division of labor. The hospital was quite quiet late at night. They quickly sneaked into and suppressed the duty room from bottom to top.

The security guard on duty was drinking goji berry water with a thermos cup and listening to Dahe TV series, when he was robbed suddenly, he didn’t react to anything, the gun was on his head, and he was hit in the back of the head with a hard object in a direct French military salute. After getting through, the poor clothes were stripped off, and people were stuffed into boxes.

After the security department was completely suppressed, all information was quickly blocked.

Yingzhou Hospital, which has not yet fully modernized, does not have sufficiently advanced security measures and one-button alarm triggers.

After all, this is an era when even mobile phones are still regarded as... However, this group of people is well-equipped enough to successfully attack the US military base at night.

Although the development of electronic equipment is rapid, there is not much difference in the firepower of individual combat in just a few decades.

On the way, the brave doctors and nurses on duty thought about resisting and sounding the alarm, but even a few cock crows did not arouse the desire of this group of people to run into the drug ring.

But when the swarthy muzzles were aimed at them, their courage immediately changed into another tougher attitude.

"I tied myself up, you are busy, you are busy..."

Some even slammed their heads against the wall forcefully, knocking themselves out.

The visitor obviously did not intend to kill people, and it took less than a quarter of an hour from entering to controlling the internal situation of the hospital.

It is indeed well-trained, and it is difficult for ordinary mercenaries to reach this level, and there are only first-class international mercenary groups.

"The suppression is complete."

"The only thing left is to capture the target."

The militants spoke in low tones, using few words and more gestures.

Some people feel really relaxed and tell a joke.

"Try to finish as soon as possible, and then evacuate, and now I can catch up with BBQ when I go back."

Immediately, someone responded and whistled.

The two militants came to the door of the ward on the fifth floor and quietly opened the door, which was not locked. The room was also dark, with only a few soft instruments emitting light.

A dark-skinned militant walked in first, but after just two steps, he stopped immediately. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his right hand to warn his companions not to come in, and raised his gun at the same time.

Because someone is sitting there.

The moonlight shines on the room through the window, and the young man's back is facing the moonlight, which is like a full moon.

He was sitting on the chair, and he had been closing his eyes to rest his mind before, and he only looked at the hospital bed when he raised his eyes, as if he didn't notice the intruder.Or rather, notice it, but don't really care.