Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

The negotiation lasted for a long time, from 10:00 am to 12:00 noon, and there was no result.

Taking advantage of the lunch hour, delegations from various countries held remote meetings with their domestic government cabinets to discuss the matter.

Illumi stayed in the room configured for him at the V5 headquarters to rest, waiting for the afternoon negotiations to come.

In the room, Yilu Mi closed his eyes and meditated. He was not worried that the V5 organization would reject his proposal.

Because in this week's time, he has made a complete grasp.

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At this time, the capital of the United States of America, the city of Aral.

Twenty-one cabinet members, including business millionaires, professional politicians, and retired soldiers, gathered in the cabinet meeting room of the President's residence. They are about to start the exploration of unknown seas and establishments proposed by Ilumi in the V5 emergency meeting this morning. Semi-official and semi-civilian organization.

"This kind of thing cannot be allowed!"

"A mysterious civil organization that popped up suddenly, and also knows about the Dark Continent. Obviously, it is supported by political parties in other countries."

"But they intend to share the entire information."

"Information sharing is not resource sharing!"

"Even if we want to agree, we must strive for the best interests for us. Unconditional resource sharing is an essential condition!"

In the conference room, the president has not yet arrived, but twenty-one cabinet members have already started discussions on the content of the emergency meeting.

"Da da da…"

In the corridor of the presidential residence, an old man with gray hair in a decent suit was escorted by four Secret Service agents to the outside of the cabinet meeting room.

"Good noon, Mr. President."

A white-haired man also dressed in a decent suit stood outside the door. He was the vice president who had been waiting for a long time.

"Is the cabinet all ready?"

Caldwell came to the Vice President and asked.

"Yes, Mr. President." The vice president nodded slightly and replied, "All twenty-one cabinet members are here, and we have been discussing for ten minutes."

"Let's go in."

Caldwell ordered that a Secret Service agent grabbed the doorknob, twisted it lightly, and pushed in.

"click~"

There was a slight "click" from the door, and the two agents entered first, followed by Caldwell and the Vice President.

"Wow!"

The cabinet meeting room, which was as noisy as a farmers market, was instantly quiet, and all eyes were focused on Calderwell at the door.

"Everyone, have you eaten lunch yet?"

"I had a good meal."

Caldwell entered the door, greeted the cabinet members with a smile, walked halfway around the long oval table to the main seat and sat down, while the vice president took the opportunity to sit on the left seat of the long table.

"It looks like Mr. President is in a good mood today."

A cabinet member looked at Caldwell's happy face raised at the corners of his mouth, feeling that the president was much younger when he was happy.

"A little thing happened, and I'm in a good mood these days."

Caldwell seemed really happy, not even speaking as heavy as usual, as if there was a sense of relief.

"Then, everyone..."

After greeting, Caldwell put away his smile, clasped his hands and fingers together on the table in front of his chest, and looked at the twenty-one cabinet members present with solemn eyes.

"Any objections to the Uncharted Sea and Dark Continent development plan proposed by the XXX Foundation this morning."

The meeting officially started, and the atmosphere in the general official residence gradually became serious. The cabinet members expressed their views to the president one by one in order.

There are those who agree, there are those who oppose, and there are those who disagree or disagree.

But no matter what the point of view is, it is inseparable from the issue of resource and benefit distribution.

There is only one person with views that differ from the rest of the cabinet.

"Mr. President, according to the statistics of the special risk management agency of the V5 organization, every time human beings set foot on the Dark Continent, human beings will surely usher in an unknown terrorist revenge."

"This kind of retaliation may even threaten the entire human world."

"For the sake of humanity and the country, I recommend rejecting the proposal of the **** foundation organization and completely controlling this radical organization."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with white bangs, named Serwell, who was a popular candidate for the leadership of the Conservative Party, a veritable conservative.

"You Conservatives are always like this, what for mankind and for the country, in the end you are afraid of revolution and innovation."

"You are afraid of the new era!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately refuted him.

"Do you call this kind of adventure that binds the entire human world together revolution and innovation?"

"It would be a disaster for mankind to agree to let such a civil organization open up unknown seas for the so-called new era!"

"Humph! The old era should be the blood for pouring the soil of the new era. Sacrifice usually accompanies progress!"

Seville fought back without showing weakness, but the radicals were not to be outdone. Although they are both members of the cabinet, there are also parties in the cabinet, so naturally there is no unified opinion.

"A new era...?"

Caldwell sat in the first place, and the debate between the two factions rang in his ears like a bee "buzz".

In a trance, Caldwell took out a box of unmarked glass medicine bottles. The medicine bottle was very small and filled with a box of pure white capsule pills.

Caldwell's mind drifted with the pills in the glass bottle to a special meeting a week earlier.

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September 25, 1990, 12:10 pm.

It was lunchtime, and Caldwell had finished his morning's work, dining with his personal bodyguard and Secret Service director at a restaurant on the eastern outskirts of Yarra.

The two sat on the open-air balcony outside the restaurant, enjoying the sun and cool breeze.

"Sir, your chicory coffee."

A blond waiter smiled, bent down and placed two cups of coffee in front of them, turned and left.

"Chicory flavored coffee?" Secret Service Director Martin took the coffee and smelled it, frowned, and looked at Calderwell. com asked: "When did you change your taste?"

"Hehe..." Caldwell's spoon was stirred repeatedly in the cup, and he chuckled, "Suddenly want to taste something different, can't you?"

"You're the president, whatever you want."

Martin shrugged and said nothing, then took the coffee and tasted it, frowning, obviously not to his taste.

"Martin."

Suddenly, Caldwell called out his name, and Martin put down his glass and turned to look at his president.

"Martin, I don't plan to participate in next year's election."

A statement from Caldwell that surprised Martin.

"Why?" Martin asked incredulously: "If there is no accident, your re-election is doomed, why suddenly..."

"I only have one year."

Caldwell said a word again, which surprised him.