Death Countdown: 3D

008

It was obviously a noisy airport arrival hall, but after the men in black and the banners appeared, the whole scene fell silent for a few seconds.

Even someone as good at pretending as Yushan Chaodeng couldn't help but show a moment of vulnerability. His ears under his white hair turned red and he could no longer maintain his cold expression.

I feel so helpless. Why does Tsunayoshi look so calm?

Without my knowledge, he had grown into a very scary person.

Before, he was just surrounded by a dozen people, all of whom were his colleagues who he knew by name, and Miyama Asato was already very panicked. Not to mention the surprise prepared by Hayato Gokudera, it seemed as if the whole world was looking at him, and Miyama Asato was so embarrassed that his scalp was numb.

It's true that he is going to die, but he didn't say that he wants social death!

He really wanted to escape from this planet overnight. He didn't know if technology had developed to the point where he could send his ashes into space. He didn't even want to leave his body on Earth.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the words on the banner are in Japanese, and there are probably very few people who can understand it at the Italian airport.

Although it was meaningless under the roars of two rows of big men, they read it in Japanese and translated it again in Italian. If Sawada Tsunayoshi often accidentally exposed his underwear (literally), Miyama Asato was stripped of his underwear today.

He was so confused that he didn't even realize what this familiar term "Vongola" meant.

Miyama Asato grabbed the hem of Sawada Tsunayoshi's clothes, and his fist trembled slightly: "... Let's go, can we go now?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes seemed to accidentally pass by Gin and Furuya Rei who were hiding in the crowd. When he heard his friend's question, a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Okay, let's go back."

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged by Miyama Asato and walked quickly outside. Sawada Tsunayoshi was happy to see this. He squinted his eyes and let Miyama Asato pull him away. He turned around and gestured to Gokudera Hayato to follow him.

Hayato Gokudera: Got it!

He immediately gave up on Yamamoto Takeshi, picked up the whistle and blew a command, and the family members holding the banners lined up again. The banners were not folded up, but held at their sides in a well-trained manner, and chased after the family leader and his friends.

When Yushan Chaodeng heard the orderly footsteps behind him, he didn't even dare to look back, and he quickened his pace.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Ah, it seems Hayato misunderstood what I meant... But it's not a big problem!

Normally it takes twenty minutes to get from the airport to the place where they can get on the bus, but they arrived in five minutes. Standing in front of the black Bugatti Veyron, Yu Shan Chao Deng rested his hands on his knees to calm his breathing. The people in black behind him were also sweating profusely, but they were still holding the banner professionally.

Yushan Chaodeng maintained his breathing and looked up at You Xunran.

Sawada Tsunayoshi clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed, then said to those people: "Thank you for your hard work today, you can go back now."

The men in suits bowed in unison to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and finally rolled up the banner that almost sent Miyama Asato away early, and dispersed as mysteriously as they had appeared, disappearing.

"I feel like I'm going to die." Because he was in front of his friends who knew his true identity, Miyama Chao Deng looked like he was about to cry and covered his face in pain. "What's the difference between this and running naked on the street?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi spread his hands innocently: "I think running naked on the street is okay. It won't be a big deal once you get used to it."

“……” I almost forgot that he had actually run naked before.

Before Miyama Asato wanted to complain again, Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi followed him. His face turned stern within a second, and he looked over indifferently with his golden eyes. In fact, his breathing had not yet fully recovered.

Although he skipped a grade and went to college, that was after Sawada Tsunayoshi came to school less often. Until the second year of junior high school, Miyama Asato was in the same class as his good friend.

Yamamoto Takeshi is their old classmate, and Gokudera Hayato transferred here in the second year of junior high school. These two are not particularly unfamiliar with Miyama Asato, so they also know a little bit about Miyama Asato's social phobia, so they have always been very considerate and followed behind from a distance.

Of course, it is hard to say whose evil taste those dozen people holding up the banners were.

Miyama Chaodeng noticed at a glance that the expressions of the two people were different from usual, and knew that they probably had something to talk to You Xunran alone.

"I'll go up first, I'm a little tired." Yushan Chaodeng whispered hello to his friend. The latter part of the sentence was not entirely an excuse. He really was not feeling well and his physical strength had deteriorated a lot.

"Well, okay." Sawada Tsunayoshi opened the car door for him very smoothly. Looking at the slightly curled short hair on the back of Miyama Asato's head, he guessed that it was probably because she didn't get enough rest on the plane and her hair was messy.

But they both have white hair, and it’s hard to say who looks cooler now, Kotsugen or the serious Gokudera Hayato.

Sawada Tsunayoshi touched his chin. The serious Hayato even had a fierce temperament. His hair was slightly long enough to be tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He had a lot of accessories on his body, such as rings, necklaces, earrings, etc. His private clothes taste was very good.

As for Chao Deng, probably because he has been a policeman for several years, you can tell from his standing posture that he must be from an official background. His every move is very proper and beautiful. Even when wearing casual clothes, he has the "standard style" of wearing a suit.

Although they have not lost contact, they have not seen each other in person for several years, and the childhood friendship has become more...

Before Sawada Tsunayoshi could come up with a suitable word to describe Miyama Asato, Gokudera and the others had already walked up to him.

Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi exchanged a few words not far away. Yamamoto Takeshi turned around and walked back against the crowd. Gokudera Hayato walked up to Sawada Tsunayoshi and whispered to him, "According to the news just now, Byakuran will take the flight that will arrive at three o'clock to return to Italy. That baseball idiot plans to wait until he arrives. And those two people seem to be members of that organization."

"Bai Lan ah..." Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression became a little indescribable, because he was saying this name, his voice became a little softer, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone. He got closer to Gokudera Hayato and asked, "Have they met?"

Gokudera Hayato shook his head slightly: "I'm not sure about that. Theoretically, their flights are close, so it's possible that they could meet at the airport, but we don't have all the time..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi puffed up his cheeks slightly. It was not at all inappropriate for him to do such a thing: "With my status, I wouldn't dare to do that. I'm a surveillance police or something."

"He's a public security officer, right?" Thinking of Miyama Asato's career, Gokudera Hayato felt a little puzzled. The tenth generation's good friend chose public security as his career after he became an adult... Even when he entered the police academy, it was almost the same time when the tenth generation officially inherited the Vongola.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression became very tangled. He shook his head and said to Gokudera Hayato, "Forget it. Byakuran won't do anything now, and he won't do anything to... Compared to this, the organization's people coming to Italy should be handled more carefully. Those two people seem to have come on the same flight as Chao Deng, so we have to protect him. Can I ask you, Hayato?"

"Yes, Tenth Generation!" Gokudera Hayato said immediately. He had matured a lot after ten years, but he was still the same when facing Sawada Tsunayoshi. He immediately swore, "I will make sure they never come back!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi gave a helpless smile and said, "No need for that. Anyway, I'll leave it all to you."

After Hayato Gokudera left, Sawada Tsunayoshi got in the car and sat in the driver's seat very naturally. He put his index and middle fingers together and saluted his friend: "I'll take you for a ride. The scenery in Italy is completely different from that in Japan. You must take a good look at it."

There were only two of them in the car. Miyama Asato was not at all reserved. Besides, he came here just to meet Sawada Tsunayoshi, so he would agree to whatever his friend said.

"No problem, no problem, but I'm a little flattered to have the tenth generation of Vongola drive for me." Miyama Chaodeng supported his face with one hand, looked out the window, and said in a calm tone.

Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed: "The Tenth Generation of Vongola can cut steak and roll pasta for you later and feed it to your mouth with his own hands, okay?"

Yushan turned to look at him, frowned and said, "It must be indigestion."

After a pause, they both laughed at the same time.

"For so many years, you refused to tell me anything and even recommended me to take the police exam?" Yushan Chaodeng said.

"I am supporting you. Asako looks very handsome in his uniform." Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a smile.

Even if he couldn't quite remember what Vongola was, a quick search online would give him the answer. Vongola, Italian for "clams," was really a seafood company.

As for Sawada Tsunayoshi's concealment of his identity, if he put himself in his shoes, he would do the same. It's not like Tsunayoshi hadn't told him about it when he was in junior high school, and it's not like he hadn't heard of keywords like mafia, but he didn't care.

Who would hire a junior high school student as the leader of a mafia? This isn't a hot-blooded youth comic!

Later, they were all preparing to enter the workplace, and probably because he planned to take the police exam, his friend hid it again. If he knew what Tsunayoshi was doing at that time, he would definitely change his career.

For example, he could take the judicial examination, become a lawyer or prosecutor, and if something unfortunate happened to him, he could still use some procedural means...

But now, they have all grown a lot compared to before, and writing "Vongola" on the banner at the airport just now was probably a gesture from their friends.

etc!

"So you prepared that banner?" Miyama Chaodeng widened his eyes and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with accusations, "You are going to lose me!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a few seconds and didn't respond to his words at all. He said seriously: "I know a dessert shop that tastes very good. It happens to be open 24 hours a day. Do you want to go together? You like sweets, right? And the coffee in that shop is also very delicious. American coffee is nothing compared to Italian coffee."

"American coffee tastes like pot washing water everywhere." Yu Shan complained to Deng. Although he had to have at least two cups a day for work, it was still unpalatable. "Wait, don't change the subject. I feel like I've never been so embarrassed in my life..."

Before he finished speaking, the events of the past few days flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Miyama Chaodeng was silent for a few seconds, then changed his words accurately: "I haven't been so embarrassed since the last time I met Mr. Fūya."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression did not change, and he said in a calm tone: "You two have a pretty good relationship."

Yushan Chaodeng did not refute as fiercely as he did in the past when he called. Sometimes, after drinking a little, he would say something like 'Don't bully the young and poor'. But today he was a little different from usual, and his tone was deep.

"Mr. Fūya is a very nice person and he takes good care of me."

Since he started working, although Furuya Rei was very strict with him, he was also very responsible for any mistakes he made when he was a rookie, taught him many things, and gave him private tutoring in fighting and shooting.

Miyama Chaodeng felt that he could complete the task so smoothly, thanks to Furuya Rei. If he had just joined the company directly like most people, he would have taken a lot of detours.

He understands the truth, but it still hurts when he is scolded.

"I was the one who was upset. I brought my emotions into work and said such harsh words to him."

Since the night he announced his resignation, Miyama Chaodeng had met with Furuya Rei several times in private, and the content of his conversation was not polite. He actually regretted it a little. He didn't have much time left. If he died in the future, Furuya Rei would definitely know it. In his memory, the last words he said to him were "I don't need you anymore". It was too much.

Miyama Chaodeng put his arm on the car window and put his face close to it. His tone became muffled: "Even if we had a good relationship before...? But now he must really hate me."

…

Realizing that someone was following them, Furuya Rei finally separated from Gin. If it were any other time, it wouldn't matter, but this time, Furuya Rei had some personal matters to deal with.

Rei Furuya was alone in the hotel, talking on the phone with someone.

On the armrest of the sofa behind him, there was a white shirt stained with blood. It had become dark due to the passage of time.

"No insurance? I see. If there is any other situation, email me."

Fūya Ling hung up the phone, turned around and sat on the sofa. There was an opened bottle of red wine on the table, but it was almost untouched. He always used the organization's funds to enjoy himself.

Fūya Rei crossed his fingers, placed them lightly on his knees, tapped them lightly with his two index fingers, and finally sighed.

"Does he hate me that much?"