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"Alex, what are you doing?" Prati was stunned when he pushed the door open and saw Alex with blood on his hands.

Grandpa fell on the cold operating table, was disembowelled by Alex, and even his limbs were cut to pieces by the scalpel. The scene was extremely bloody!

Alexis, who was covered in blood, turned around, giggled at Prati and said, "Brother, grandpa lived so long, I just want to study the reason for his longevity. Anyway, he is so old, sooner or later Will die. If my research is successful, I can bring him back to life using only his brain."

"Alex!" Prati rushed forward angrily and grabbed Alex by the neck, "I'll kill you!"

Alex was not afraid at all, with a mocking look on her face: "Brother, since you don't like me, why did you pick me up back then?"

"Why?" Prati's eyes were blurred, and he "saw" the situation when he saw Alex for the first time again.

Alex was only five years old at the time, sitting alone in the snow, shaking all over.

Prati passed by there, looking at a little girl with the same silver hair as her own, she immediately felt a sense of closeness: "Your hair is so beautiful, we should be a family, right? Can you be my sister?"

"Well, hello, brother." Alex shouted tremblingly.

Prati was very happy, and took Alex's hand: "Come on, come home with me, there is something delicious!"

A line of small footprints was clearly printed on the snow, extending forward...

"I said, you are my sister, why can't you understand?" Prati's eyes were red, and she unconsciously relaxed holding Alex's hand.

Alex sneered and said, "I don't care, my brother is mine anyway, and will always be mine, and no one is allowed to take it away! I know that you are so scared and angry because you like me too, don't you?"

"No—" Prati slapped Alex on the chest, and Alex's body flew out like a kite with a broken string...

After the grave was dug, Prati put Alex's coffin into the grave with his own hands, buried it with soil, and erected a tombstone: "Alex & Pudo, AD 1942-1962"... …

A wave slapped over, and Prati, who was standing by the sea, was interrupted from his thoughts and returned to reality from his memories.

I have converted to God these years, sincerely repented, and always feel that God has forgiven me.

But when he faced Alex again, he still couldn't kill him.

I can't wash away my sins!

"Dad." Miria called softly, looking at her father's lonely figure, with the sea breeze blowing her father's silver hair, she felt inexplicably sad.

Prati turned around and smiled at her children: "You have found this place, thank you for your hard work."

Miria's eyes were a little sour, and she wanted to shed tears: "It's not hard... Dad, let's go home."

"Go back, if one day I don't contact you, then I'm dead." Prati said slowly.

"Dad, why?" Arecio was startled and asked casually.

Prati glanced at Arecio and said calmly: "No reason, I found the murderer who killed your mother and brother, and I am going to seek revenge on her."

Arecio knew that he had a younger brother, who died inexplicably with his mother back then, and had never been able to find the murderer. Unexpectedly, his father found the murderer!

"Father, who is the enemy, tell us, let's avenge our mother and brother together!" Thinking of his gentle mother and lovely brother, Alessio's heart began to burn with the flame of hatred.

"Forget it. Arecio, from now on you are the only godfather of our Italian Dark Hand."

Prati shook her head, "Remember, if I don't come back, you must take good care of your sister for me. At that time, she will be your only relative. I just didn't take good care of my sister..."

After all, Prati turned around and left quickly.

"Father!" Miria and Arecio shouted loudly at the same time, but Prati's figure had already disappeared into the vast night by the sea...

The next day, Fang Qin went to the airport to bid farewell to the people who were leaving, and then swaggered back to Aislin's house, then swaggered and sat on the sofa in the lobby, slowly enjoying the tea he made.

Foreigners such as Viri and Alex have started to drink tea, and Fang Qin also feels that he needs to be "arty", otherwise he is a Chinese who doesn't know how to make tea, and maybe the birthplace of tea art will become the Bangzi Kingdom of Korea .

"Come, have a cup of tea." Fang Qin handed a cup of tea to Cromwell who had been following him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Cromwell was very angry, but the army turned him into a soldier who couldn't express his anger and anger: "I don't work hard, and I don't need tea."

"Don't drink it." Fang Qin finished his cup, then poured Cromwell's cup into his teacup, "Don't waste it."

Cromwell suppressed his anger and asked, "Mr. Fang, when will we start to arrest Alex?"

Fang Qin was taken aback, and then said loudly: "What? Haven't you started to act yet? Didn't I ask you to do those things last night?"

Cromwell almost didn't vomit blood: "I have ordered these things, and my subordinates are doing them. Shouldn't we also do something?"

"Scared me." Fang Qin said with a snort, "Since all your subordinates have been sent out to work, we don't have to do anything, just drink tea."

Seeing Fang Qin leisurely holding the teapot and pouring tea into the teacup again, Cromwell couldn't help it anymore: "Mr. Fang, I think you are wasting your time."

Fang Qinbai gave Cromwell a look: "Waste time? Well, tell me, what should we do now besides waiting for news?"

"This..." Asked by Fang Qin, Cromwell really had nothing to say.

He just thought that the agents of MI[-] and his own soldiers were busy outside, and Fang Qin was so leisurely, doing nothing, he was very upset.

If you really want to ask him what to do, he doesn't know what else to do besides waiting for news.

"Since there is no news, what can we do now?" Fang Qin said angrily, "Do you have to be as tired as a cow with no results, so you can feel better?"

"Uh..." Cromwell really thought so, even if Fang Qin did something casually, he wouldn't be so blocked in his heart.

Seeing that Cromwell was speechless, Fang Qin patted him on the shoulder, pushed him onto the sofa and sat down: "Okay, you can't just do things with a rush. It's time to rest It's time to rest, so that you have enough energy to cope with work..."

Before Fang Qin finished speaking, Cromwell's cell phone rang immediately.

Fang Qin laughed and said, "Let me tell you, even if we want to be free, we can't be free!"