[Tutor] Lost

As an intelligence officer, Swamp has her own way of delivering information.

A small pigeon with a gray coat color, it is very inconspicuous in the evening when the night comes.Cooing, it landed outside the window, stared at the light shining through the room for a while, and tapped the glass rhythmically with its beak.Its hearing is very good. When someone opened the window, it flew a little farther, and it flew out of the open window when it saw familiar humans.

Every time he sees such brilliant pigeons, Arnold can't help but think about the way Swomp feeds them.

It landed on the table with a clatter, and the pigeon raised its right foot with the post box attached.

Removed the letter box from the pigeon's leg, pulled out the note inside, and Arnold fed it some peas.The workload is heavy, and it is not easy for these pigeons to endure the vertical eyes of Swomp looking at the "reserve food".

"……No result?"

Repeating this sentence, Arnold frowned.

Recently, the Intelligence Bureau has lost a lot of spies, of course not in important positions, but some hidden chess pieces that have been buried for a long time.There are no novices there, they are all trained with a lot of effort, and the "old man" with certain experience is very unlikely to miss. Even if he misses, it is impossible to lose nine players in a period of time.

Sniffing out the tricks, but not many people in the game knew about those dark moves. In order to avoid suspicion, Arnold specifically asked Swomp to investigate.As a result, there were no informers, and the people under surveillance seemed to have suddenly become enlightened, and directly ordered the elimination of dissidents around them. In addition to the people from the Intelligence Bureau, some nobles' homes also appeared to be purged.

Thinking about it, Arnold frowned even tighter.

There is a loss, but it will not hurt the muscles and bones. At most, it will keep him busy and have no time for him...

Dazed for a moment, Arnold looked at the third drawer on the lower right side of the desk, where all the letters and materials about Pengo Lie were hidden, including an unopened letter just received.

Walking quickly to the table, he opened the letter and read it ten lines at a glance. Arnold confirmed the guess in his heart.

"good very good!"

Smiling back from anger, he squeezed the letter paper tightly, his eyes were burning with anger, he calmed down after thinking of something, and whispered to himself, "Is it possible without Giotto? If this is the case, there is no need for Vongola to exist."

Joining Pengelie and becoming an outside consultant to Pengelie was simply because the belief that Pengelie adhered to was the same as his belief at that time.After the founding of Italy, Sicily no longer needed a powerful self-defense regiment. I remember that Giotto had thought about disbanding it, but he had already gone to Liangshan and had no way out.In order for Vongola to survive, Giotto had to transform Vongola into a mafia.Arnold knew that Giotto had been suffering from this, that man was such a naive guy, he identified with the leader of the self-defense regiment fighting for protection and his self-defense regiment, but not as the leader of the mafia and Vongola.

Pick up the glass cover, put a corner of the letter paper on the kerosene lamp, and let the flames devour the thin paper.

After thinking about it, Arnold destroyed the note again.

The fact that the spies arranged by the bureau were found to be strangled is not something that can be publicized. Moreover, most of the spies in the bureau are used for surveillance, which does not mean that the person under surveillance is suspected or guilty.To put it bluntly, the Intelligence Bureau is just the eyes and ears of the royal family to monitor the nobles. It is not an aboveboard existence. Even if it is true that it dies for the country, it will not be a hero.

But will Arnold be willing to suffer this dark loss?

"Ah."

The man smiled coldly, and the evening wind blew from the window behind him, blowing away the ashes of the paper.Without the protection of the glass cover, the flames struggled and swayed, and finally dimmed helplessly.

--how is this possible.

"Cuckoo."

The peas were devoured, and the pigeon tilted its head, waited for a while, and flew out of the window.

The gray wings spread out in the night, and quickly disappeared.

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Occasionally, Arnold would feel emotional, but within three months, the changes before and after Tsuna were enough to shock everyone.He carved this rough stone with his own hands, and even though it was only in its infancy, it already gave him a sense of accomplishment.From this aspect alone, perhaps he should thank that "black hand".

"chief?"

Glancing at Tsuna, Arnold asked, "Is it still not possible to enter?"

At the age of 14, both strength and endurance are in the growth stage.Without entering the peak period of strength, after teaching fighting skills, no matter what the future holds, at this time, Tsunayoshi's physical fitness has reached the peak that his age can achieve, and growth can only be obtained by actual combat.However, actual combat also takes time, and the existence of Death Qi Huoyan has become another shortcut to increase strength.

"……Feel sorry."

With a slightly helpless look on his face, Gangji explained, "In the past, when I entered the state of death energy, I needed death energy pills or death energy bombs, but now..."

"What happened last time?" Arnold interrupted, "Those things are not necessary, you can't freely enter the state of death, it's just that there is no way." He has never seen Giotto swallow a pill, let alone Whoever shoots a bullet at Giotto.

"...I don't know..." Frowning, Tsunaji murmured, "At that time, I was just confused, and then..."

Hearing that the chief was in danger, he didn't even have time to think, and rushed out as soon as his head got hot. Looking back now, Tsuna couldn't even recall the details at that time.How did he break the rope? Why didn't Abel stop him? Tsuna only knew that as soon as he came back to his senses, he was standing in front of the chief, who was still intact.

With his gaze fixed on Arnold, Tsuna slowly lowered his head.

Is it in a guarding mood? He told the chief...

This kind of situation has not happened before, Tsuna thought. In the Thunder War of the Ring War, because of Rambo, he also had a similar state. The ordinary death energy bullet coupled with a determined mood, that time he entered the death energy state was more powerful than anyone else. It went well every time.What was he thinking at that time? It was "If he sees his most important partner get hurt, no matter how many times he-"

"...I can't die with peace..."

"What?" Arnold didn't hear Tsuna's whisper, and Arnold glanced at him, "Have you thought of a way?"

"Huh? No."

After recovering, Gangji smiled, "At that time, I just didn't want the chief to get hurt, so the way to enter the flame of death is the same, I think, to protect the chief." The guardian's mood is the same, so he must have put the chief Treat them as important partners, no, family members.

"Protection? You've always been so brash lately, Tsuna."

Feeling the anger coming from Arnold, Tsuna was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously took two steps back, recalling what he just said, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.The chief hates being treated as a weak person the most. His words seem to have stepped on the bottom line of the chief, but God knows what he just said is sincere!

"I'm serious, Chief!"

In order to escape the sad end, Gangji tried to make a last effort, he poked his neck and said loudly, "I never feel that the chief is weak, but wanting to protect the chief's mood has nothing to do with whether the chief is strong or not!!" With As the pale-haired man approached, Tsuna became flustered, and suddenly recalled the pain of being smashed by handcuffs, and said incoherently, "I, I, I want to be the chief's family..." So can you stop domestic violence casually! QAQ

...Hey, why use "domestic violence"?

After a pause, Gang Ji put aside this question, the most important thing now is not to be beaten by the chief!

There were not many people staying at the intelligence agency overnight, and there were not many people in the training ground in the morning, but since Arnold trained Gang Ji here, the training ground has become one of the most frequent places for intelligence agents to pass by.

Sensing sights from all directions, Arnold twitched the corners of his mouth in his heart.

What's the matter with this? It sounds like a confession.

"First chief, don't be angry ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--" Gang Ji closed his eyes and threw himself forward, howling recklessly, "I, I, I, I was wrong No way, but I really really like the chief, and I want to protect the chief! I'll think about it in the future, can't I just stop talking about it——"

Discussions came from not far away.

"Wow, what a passionate confession."

"I support Hosea. The little one is so pitiful. The chief will promise him what to do. I think Hosea is pretty good."

"What, what, isn't it a mutual love? I remember that Hosea is the chief's default wife. Um, could it be that... the chief is Mensao? Otherwise, they will come to your door, why don't you agree?"

"Hey, this guess is scary, isn't it!"

"That's right! The guy who doesn't know how to play hard to get is just staying there! How could the chief lord..."

The twittering and chattering sounds reached his ears, and Arnold wondered why the male intelligence agents were noisier than five thousand ducks. Why did one or two of them have nothing to do and use their brains? He had already said that he was not interested in children!

Sighing, he grabbed Gang Ji by the collar with one hand and dragged Gang Ji away.

In short, don't let people see jokes!

"Chairman, are you really angry?" However, the other protagonist who was surrounded by the crowd didn't understand people's faces at all, and didn't dare to struggle after being pulled by the collar, so he turned his head desperately and asked, "Are you really angry?"

Arnold just walked forward without even looking at him.

"...I'm really angry..." Hanging his head, Gang Ji said pitifully, "Then hit me up, I won't hide anymore."

How pitiful and pitiful that voice was, how wronged and wronged it was, but Arnold didn't appreciate it at all.Standing still, his cold eyes swept over the group of onlookers not far away, until they all retracted their heads to look at the sky, Arnold looked back, "Who did you learn from?"

"what?"

Pursing his lips, Arnold changed his way of asking, "Besides me, who have you seen the most recently?"

"Swamp."

Tilting his head, Gangji asked back, "What's the matter, chief?" He didn't go to see that person on purpose, but he didn't know why he would always meet him when he was on a mission, and occasionally he would meet Meile by the way.

"...stay away from them in the future."

Finally, he understood where Gang Ji’s messy way of speaking came from, and Arnold felt displeased. It was not for this purpose that he asked Gang Ji to meet Swamp. Also included in the blacklist! Wretched rabbits are no good, and guys who confess to people everywhere are even more bad!

"Ugh?"

"have opinions?"

"No!!" After a pause, Gangji instinctively grasped a certain point, "...but, I really want to protect the chief."

Glancing once again at the reverting onlookers not far away, Arnold said lightly, "Listen, Tsuna, I don't need your protection." Looking back, he saw the stubborn and puzzled expression on the young man's face, and he laughed in his heart, but his face was Faintly, "Because, I am very strong."

"..."

Even so, looking at the back of the light-haired young man going away, Gang Ji lowered his head, even so, he still wanted to protect the chief.

In his eyes, the warm light of the fire flickered away.

The author has something to say: 27 Nai's male god road is still long, so I'm a godfather~ [Waving a handkerchief]

It’s so complicated to receive Ah Jiu’s hand grenade. The first, second, third, fourth, and fifth long comments are all contributed by you. The first hand grenade is no contest:-D [Holding Heart]

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This chapter was written last night, and it was already very late after coding, but jj couldn’t post it even after smoking to death [I’m going to work hard until it’s almost twelve o’clock while my stomach hurts] QAQ

Already ready to be locked in a small black room_(:з」∠)_