The Prime Minister Agnelli's Mansion is located on the west side of the capital, adjacent to the Royal Palace Square. It is an old-fashioned residence, surrounded by three streets and has multiple imports and exits. Like other buildings around it, its walls have ripples and ripples due to long-term torture of moisture and sunlight. It was originally emerald green, but a long time ago, it appeared as dark brown wooden blinds like wilted plants opened or closed towards the streets. Anyone could throw something into it. The Prime Minister's security personnel were deeply troubled by this - but the stubborn Agnelli family had never left this place even in the most turbulent years.

At dusk, an elderly man in neat clothes came to visit Prime Minister Agnelli. He made an appointment and was surrounded by a young man.

The young man's tall figure, calm steps, slightly curly brown hair was blown by the warm evening breeze, sweeping over his broad forehead and graceful auricles. If it weren't for the sharp and gloomy blue eyes, he would have looked like a handsome man walking down from the seventeenth-century portrait. The maid who greeted the guests thought so.

Anto looked at the ancient house quietly, which was snatched from the prime minister of the old dynasty hundreds of years ago. The fashionable and magnificent decorative style at that time has begun to be dated and aging in many places today. More than one person has questioned the taste of the Agnelli family, but he can understand that this is a spoil, a spoil that symbolizes honor and pride.

The Agnelli family belonged to Western Sardinians. They had Western Sardinian stubbornness and tyranny and did not mind showing it at all.

The young man walked up the wide wooden stairs and noticed that the curly grass leaf patterns on the edge of the step board had been worn off, replaced by shiny copper nails. Its and the former were only for anti-slip, but they seemed more hard and incomparable. In contrast, the exquisite tea sets, soft seats, thick carpets in the foyer were gone, and the paintings on the walls of the corridor were gone. The soft scenery they showed could relieve people's tension well; the niche at the end of the corridor was also empty, and Anto clearly remembered that there should be a white porcelain Virgin, which was pure white and flawless, with a sad and peaceful expression. The hands that opened to both sides of the body seemed to be able to accommodate all the sins in the world - very similar to the impression that Prime Minister Agnelli left on Little Anto at that time.

He could swear that he did not intend to hurt the kind lady. His mother died, and he was only nine or ten years old at that time. The neighbors were quite polite, and they discussed to hold a simple funeral for the woman who had raised an illegitimate child, but the priest did not allow her to enter the public cemetery because her sins had not been paid and she did not confess before her death. Anto did not think too much, so he went to the man whom the mother had always admired, who was said to be omnipotent, but he only saw his wife and her daughter. The Prime Minister's wife ordered her daughter to stay at home and take Xiao Anto to her husband's mistress.

She begged for forgiveness to the priest, gave a lot of money to the neighbors, and handled the entire funeral. She wore a black veil, held Xiao Anto's hand when she was buried, and promised to take care of him - but Xiao Anto was not grateful, he wanted to see his father wholeheartedly - he had only seen, heard, and touched the father from his mother's description before. The child stubbornly believed that this person must be stronger, great, and tolerant than all fathers... The reason why he had never taken care of himself before was just because he didn't know his existence. If he knew, he would...

"Hello, Your Excellency Prime Minister."

At this moment, more than ten years seemed to be compressed. The young and adult Anto pushed open the heavy wooden door together. Agnelli sat behind the huge mahogany desk in front of the window. Because against the light, Anto's tingling eyes could see only a pitch-black human-shaped outline. The fine light surrounded the edge of the black shadow, and no light could fall on the boy and man. It seemed that this huge existence had swallowed all the happiness and warmth in Anto's life.

It is certain that Prime Minister Agnelli's perception is completely opposite to this speculation. He looked at his illegitimate son coldly, just like a pile of garbage, but it should not be made public, so the garbage that must be disposed of by himself.

Finally, he sighed a long sigh, "Close the door, sit down and look at the document." The Prime Minister added in his heart, damn it!

Anto sat down cautiously on the sofa opposite his desk. He picked up the document on the small round table next to him and started reading.

“The front...

This Act was promulgated by Her Majesty the Most Honorable Queen, and obtained the promises of bishops, nobles and ordinary members of the House of Lords, organized by the Parliament, and authorized by the above-mentioned institutions, and issued as follows: omitted:..."

This should be a document that has been passed but has not been published publicly. Anto was surprised to find that the content inside was actually related to himself.

When he was hiding from the pursuit of the Western Sardinian family in Iceland, his only subordinate, and his father's eyes and ears, and the soundtrack man told himself. About the Salieri family and Western Sardinian things, Prime Minister Agnelli was trying to solve it for him - Anto thought it was just a half-joking and half-deceptive comfort. Agnelli never wasted energy on the loser... Unexpectedly, it was. It was just a few months before he could go back to Sardinian. The Prime Minister arranged a good identity for him - the police put "nails" in the illegal organizations in Western Sardinian - Agnelli's intention was obviously more than protection. He set an identity for Anto perfection. One from Xisa

Ding. But honest, strong, and unwilling to join the criminals in a promising young man. At the request of the police, he resolutely received relevant training. Then he skillfully penetrated into the illegal organizations in Western Sardinia. He hid among the bandits for several years and lies every day. Lied every day. Lied in lies. Collected evidence of their crimes, destroyed or delayed their crimes. He ignored them and died without a place to die if exposed. At the end of the information, a judge commented... "As a witness, he left a very deep impression on people. In hidden activities, he obviously worked very effectively. Especially valuable is that he showed his frankness and sincerity and his dedication."

This guy is indeed doing a good job. Even the Prime Minister's attack on Western Sardinia has become a joke. The most important opponent, Sallyery, also got a chance to breathe or even fight back because of the sudden appearance of the crown prince. The information he possesses can still allow a police academy student to climb to the sheriff's position in a respectful gaze with great admiration. But he doesn't know that too much money will crush people to death?

When Anto saw this information, he almost laughed. The information was almost completely real. In addition to the name, Anto was replaced by Anto. There were also key parts such as age, school, and address. After all, the difference between the two was a bit too much - the poor man replaced by Anto - all the names of people engaged in this dangerous job were fake during training, the background situation was also virtual, and closed management was implemented. The only guarantee is a certificate from the direct boss, a certificate from his own lawyer or family... So there is no need to worry at all. Anto can guarantee that Agnelli can make all those who should shut up, those who should be blind, and those who should be damned... Of course, they cannot live.

This was really sad. Anto silently stroked the golden ring on his little finger. The two snakes were entangled with each other and were as close as one.

"Bang!"

The sudden lights shocked the young man. He even instinctively put his hand into the pocket on the inner side of the coat. Fortunately, before pulling out the gun, he found that it was just that his father turned on the desk lamp on the desk. The soft orange light projected to the edge of the sofa, dispelling the darkness that had arrived unconsciously. Anto looked at Agnelli, who had already buried himself in the pile of documents, and started to study the information in his hand again.

Apart from those high-sounding reasons and official articles, hypocritical loyalty or flattery, the content of this information is very simple. Sardinian's military will soon work with the police to allow recommended police to enter the military academy or directly join the army - of course, the latter needs to pass the test, and the police also assured these soldiers that they will guarantee the possibility of returning to the police station to work after retirement in the future. The military said that if a soldier serves in the army for twenty years, he will be able to enjoy the treatment of retirement. These are arranged according to his personal life plan. I hope that more citizens can be encouraged to serve in the army and become a member of the army.

Finally, it is also guaranteed that the police who make the choice to join the army can get a considerable bonus.

Anto raised his hand and covered his mouth to avoid any strange expressions. This surprised him! He knew what his father was thinking about - he needed Anto to advance step by step until the police chief or prosecutor general, and then ran for the city councilman and mayor as an open and non-partisan, and finally became a representative of the Democratic Party - that is, the party controlled by Agnelli, and officially entered the Sardinian politics... But Anto refused, and he was ready to become a Marine.

Of course he knew that it would be impossible without Agnelli's help - sometimes Anto would laugh at his rebellious period too late - but he knew very well that he might be able to kill a baby or an unarmed old man, but he might spit out his stomach if he wanted him to do what politicians did.

Anton would rather die on the battlefield.

Surprisingly, Agnelli not only did not get furious about his stupidity and paranoidness, but also made this bill for him almost tailored. Even if he did not find a suitable development opportunity in the army, he could return to the police station to revive his momentum - but it was a price. Anto knew that in order to make himself return to Sardinia safely, Agnelli made many concessions to Her Majesty the Queen, so that Her Majesty would agree to appease the Salieri family, and then the Salieri family would suppress the bastards of Western Sardinia - although he could not step into Western Sardinia, as long as he thought about the family's attitude towards the traitors, he could roughly infer how much the Salieri family had paid - but he could not estimate how much loss Agnelli had suffered.

Now, this bill is added... to establish a better partnership between the military and the police? It may sound beautiful, but even an idiot can know that no bill will be an orthodox product born of law and morality. Its birth is usually accompanied by compromise, transaction, trap and even murder - as long as you read newspapers and TV news frequently, you can see its dirty details at a glance.

Anto was deeply puzzled by it.

"If you finish reading it, you can go out and leave the information. Recommendations and necessary things will be prepared for you. I hope you don't let my hope down this time. Don't forget to close the door."

Agnelli said without raising his head.

Anto put down the paper in his hand, stood up and walked to the door. Before closing the door, he looked at Agnelli, who had fluffy white hair, seemed to be focused on the document.

"...Thank you..." He said hurriedly: "...Dad..."

The last syllable was completely jammed by the closed door.

"You're welcome."

Agnelli replied expressionlessly, his pen suddenly had a bad water. He looked at its golden nib with his dark blue eyes, and carefully touched it with his ring finger... and then pressed it on the table with a more cautious attitude. After thinking for a while, he began to gradually increase the pressure. The thin nib of iridium alloy made a tragic squeak on the fine and elastic table, and then completely cracked from the middle crack, and the pen tongue piled with impurities was uglyly exposed outside. It now truly turned into a useless waste.

The Prime Minister pulled up his pen and left a small depression on the table. He didn't care and walked straight to the window. The light cast by the street lights in the shape of a horse lantern was dim and blurry. He needed to squint his eyes to see his illegitimate son walking side by side with the incompetent subordinate on the other side of the street. The two looked a bit similar from their backs.

"The luckiest thing about you is to have me, my father." Agnelli whispered: "And my greatest misfortune is to have a son like you."
Chapter completed!