Let the whole universe drop SAN together

The 'friends' Adams spoke of weren't big names.

As most people know, the Rossetti family is a new aristocrat who started his career by war. They are noble enough compared with the powerless civilian class, but they don’t get much attention in their own circle. The type that is less than the top and more than the bottom, so those "friends" who come to associate with them in their names seem more like subordinates attached to themselves in Adams's eyes.

The person he saw right now was a mid-to-high-level executive of the Federal Intelligence Agency. He was in the same position as himself among the rich and powerful.

"No problem, you can trust me!" Facing Adams' request, the lady in charge assured him by patting her pectoralis major, "I can solve this kind of trivial matter for you right away!"

"Okay, then check it now." Adams said perfunctorily, "I will treat you to dinner after the results are available."

The pupils of the supervisor, who longed for a promotion and a salary increase but were short of a relationship, trembled with excitement: "I'm coming!"

She opened the computer in front of her on the spot to connect to the federal internal database, and quickly investigated the name 'Ulyses Warren'.

"Let me see what I can find... Ah! There it is! If that's Mr. Warren you're looking for, well, he looks really young."

The lady in charge, who was over half a century old, touched her face, feeling a little suspicious.

"It's not important." Adams said perfunctorily, "Isn't it important to have a pretty face? In my opinion, you are a person who relies on talent to make a living... what else?"

"Educational records and criminal records." The supervisor said, "He graduated from Capital Medical University and stayed on as a teacher after graduating with a doctorate—but he was fired after only two years because of reports from students and feedback from colleagues."

Adams immediately asked: "Because of what?"

"Is this important?" The supervisor glanced back at Adams' cold face, laughed aloud, and immediately went back to search, "I can only see a vague generalization here, which is said to be a mental problem."

"And after that?"

"Judging from the flow of relief funds, he may have been a homeless man for a while. After that, Mr. Warren was invited by his friends to go to the Capital Zoo to become a sewer cleaner, but he was killed by the Zerg about five years ago. The terrorist attack that spread to him led to the hospital, and the job never fell on him after that."

Rao is the lady in charge who thinks she is hard-hearted and selfish. At this moment, she can't help but sigh in the depths of her heart, "It's bad luck". What's the matter with an insignificant little man?"

"Don't explore things that have nothing to do with you," Adams said mercilessly, "and you haven't finished."

The supervisor turned his back to him and rolled his eyes, and continued to slide down: "...Uh, there's nothing behind, sir."

"what?"

"As you can see," said the supervisor innocently, "there are only so many records on file."

"It's impossible!" Adams frowned and denied, "Haven't you read the latest newspaper? Ulysses Warren is my son's colleague. He works in a clinic in the Colliro district of the capital. What do you think?" Is that something the bum in the file can do?"

"But..." The supervisor was also a little dumbfounded, "I really only found so much."

A possibility suddenly appeared in her mind, "Maybe it's because—" the woman said hesitantly, "The rest of the content is too confidential, and I don't have the right to know it yet."

As soon as the words came out, even she herself found it so unbelievable that it was funny.

What does such an Alpha man deserve to raise the level of secrecy?

Adams twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously not believing this explanation either.The man thanked her with a smile on his face, turned and left without hesitation.

"Alas." The supervisor felt that he had once again passed away a rare promotion opportunity, and couldn't help feeling frustrated and annoyed.

She repeatedly refreshed the page about 'Ulyses Warren', trying to read something else between the lines.

This in the end is why?

**

"So he's really an ordinary hourly worker?" Lyle looked at his father suspiciously, "Then how did he pass the examination at the clinic?"

"Sorry dear, this question is bothering me now." Adams sat in his study and stroked the mustache on his chin. "I think your previous guess may be reasonable. His current identity may not be obtained through legal means." acquired."

Lyle's eyes lit up: "You think so too!"

"Yes." Adams shrugged. "Otherwise, I really can't figure out how a person at the bottom of society escaped the attention of the intelligence agency and climbed to the middle class in just five years. And as you said, he has a car They have a house and use firearms that have nothing to do with their profession. As far as I know, the monthly tickets of many gun clubs are not cheap for ordinary people."

"Then are we going to report him?" Lyle asked excitedly, "or use his secret to blackmail him for benefits?"

"This..." Adams was rarely able to make up his mind. If his youngest son hadn't mentioned this person suddenly, he wouldn't have known him at all. "In short, I'll shut up those nonsense newspapers first. You can't get in touch with criminals no matter what. As for how to use this matter, don't act rashly, let me ask other people's opinions first."

**

When a Rossetti decides to put on a humble face, it means that the person with whom he communicates is unusual.

That evening, Adams attended a dinner hosted by the Griffin family.

As far as he knew, the business of the Griffin family had been sluggish in recent years. Even though they were low-key and honest enough, it still seemed as if an invisible hand was hanging over the Federation, choking their lives to death bit by bit.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As a behemoth that has been brilliant in the past few centuries, Adams Rossetti never dared to underestimate the other party, so after receiving the invitation letter, he immediately responded respectfully and solemnly. Actually came to the dinner party scene.

But to his surprise, there were actually only a few people in the banquet that he imagined, and a few big figures he was slightly familiar with but couldn't remember where he had seen them were sitting in the seats near the main seat. Griffin, who was supposed to preside over the meeting, is currently sitting in the second-in-command position... Adams carefully glanced at the man sitting in the main seat, and dug out the identity of the other party from the depths of his memory: Longman Griffin!

Thinking of the recent rumors that the other party's application for medical parole was approved, Adams shivered, looked away from Langman's long hair with a few strands of silver, and bowed to the master while thinking about the purpose of this invitation.

They had a long and boring but necessary greeting process at the edge of the long table. During the period, the former Griffin Patriarch on the main seat was surprisingly friendly. Even though Adams still couldn't figure out the purpose of the other party, he still gradually relaxed during the plain conversation. After coming down, he took a sip from the steaming teacup in front of him.

The next second, he heard Longman Griffin ask in a soft and gentle voice: "I heard that your youngest son... is called Lyle Rossetti, right? He seems to have had some adventures recently."?

Adams coughed uncontrollably and almost choked. If it wasn't for Langman being an Omega, he would have thought that the other party had some intentions beyond friendship towards his youngest son who was also an Omega...

"What did you say?"

Langman didn't answer directly: "Even though he came from a good background, he didn't give up on self-improvement. Even if he worked overtime until midnight, he could persevere. Mr. Lyle is a serious and responsible doctor, and you are equally good at teaching."

Suddenly being praised to the sky, Adams was both happy and terrified: "You are overrated."

His own family knew about his family affairs, and his youngest son was almost spoiled by him and his wife. Now there is an intern job because Grandpa Lyle refused to let go.responsibly handle?nonexistent.

Langman coughed lightly. He did not seem to be in good health. It seemed that the rough life of the past few years had brought indelible pain to this elderly man, but the smile on his face was very Friendly: "So, Mr. Lyle and Mr. Knight who protected him from the bandits are indeed a couple?"

Adams didn't notice the other's probing eyes.He froze for a moment, recalling the tragic experience of the unlucky man named 'Ulyses Warren' he had just seen in the morning, his youngest son's accusation against his incomprehensible and ungentlemanlike colleague, and the information in the database. The accusations made by those people about Yuri’s mental state and his weird behavior more than ten years ago—of course, more importantly, this person is likely to be related to a group of armed and dangerous elements who endanger the security of the capital!

Patriarch Rossetti shuddered, and resolutely denied: "Of course not!"

Longman unobtrusively exchanged glances with the other guests around him.

Adams said angrily: "I'm telling the absolute truth! I don't know where this despicable and shameless tramp stole the honor that didn't belong to him. Not only did he not repent for his past crimes, but he also tried to get involved in my innocent and poor family. Lyle!"

An old man sitting on the long table suddenly coughed uncomfortably.

Langman looked at Adams with a smile: "Oh? That's right."

"Absolutely! I can't find out the origin of this guy at all. He seems to have jumped out of a crack in the rock. He used a decent job to cover up his ugly past. Maybe the criminal gang he met that day was still attracted by him. They came here! Either they are enemies, or they plan to cooperate with others to do some illegal activities!"

The old man's buttocks twisted and twisted on the stool, almost unable to sit still, and he kept winking at Longman Griffin.

Langman put down the knife and fork slowly, and made the final confirmation: "So your son has nothing to do with Mr. Warren, and you still have serious malice and prejudice against him, don't you?"

"...What?" Adams was completely stunned, and almost raised his hand to pick out his ear, "Didn't you understand what I mean? That's a thug, or a fugitive. I suggest that you start with the arrests in the past few years. Order to check..."

His words were interrupted by Langman.

The former Patriarch of Griffin said to his partner as if no one was watching: "I said that the adult is also surrounded by a group of autistic patients. It is absolutely impossible for this kind of third-rate novel to suddenly appear with a useless idiot. The plot of the eldest and young master's falling in love."

His partner, Bishop Gilbert, shook his gray beard: "It seems that I was thinking too much, so what are you going to do now?"

Of course, it is to kill potential enemies for his followers, and then take the corpse to claim credit.

In any case, whether the Griffin family can make a comeback or not depends on whether these trivial things can impress the other party.

Thinking of this, the former owner of Griffin smiled sweeter.