[JOJO] They all say that there is no such disease as juvenile dementia!

In about a week or so, Risut had fully grasped Foss' territory, and the efficiency of the assassination team was very fast, because the principle we followed was that no one would be left alive if he did not compromise within three days.

And we are not bosses with no conscience like BOSS, Risut has given other people very generous conditions.And those who wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the assassination team were all "fired" by Proxiet on the grounds that they were too old to continue working.Meloni would take care of the traces left behind.

This kind of gangster is undoubtedly the one I am most familiar with. The Gambino family has always been like this.

Now that everything is on the right track, my plan is about to be implemented. I asked my father to investigate the matter of doubles. After cooperating with the SPW consortium, they concluded that Japan is the most active place for double messengers.

"So why should I pretend to be a high school student? My dear dad?", I popped this sentence through my teeth.

Dad's joyful voice came from the phone: "I discussed it with Proxiet and the others, and they also think that you should act low-key. It's better to pretend to be a weak transfer student than a gangster from heaven."

"Proshute...they??"

"Ah... the signal here is not good! Hang up first, I'll take care of the matter for you, remember to report in a few days!" Dad hung up the phone in a hurry.

It's you...Proxiet, and "they"...It must be the other members, I'm so mad!I'm going to shave all of you bald! ! !

Jiaqiu sat on the sofa proudly and said, "Do you also want to experience high school life? We approved this proposal unanimously!"

Forget about the others, Risut, you vote too? ?

Risut felt my resentful eyes, and he coughed: "Be low-key and easy to move."

"You'd better dye your blond hair too...or it will look suspicious." Hormaggio put his arms around my shoulders with a cheerful tone.

"Reject.", blonde hair is my favorite, and I can't dye it anyway!

Meloni gestured with scissors: "Cut it shorter, it's too conspicuous when it reaches the waist."

I almost rolled on the ground, but Proxieter closed his eyes and said, "For your own good, otherwise it would be too conspicuous for you to go like this."

Except for Proxiet and Risut, everyone else's face is full of gloating, okay!

In order to appease my emotions, Prosciut decided to take me to visit Mount Vesuvius, after all, I have never traveled seriously in Italy.

Mount Vesuvius does not have any beautiful scenery, the road is full of gravel, rubbing my leather shoes.Few people came here, and the place close to the crater was covered with fog, and it was impossible to see anything clearly, only Proxiet, who was close at hand, was particularly clear.

His hair was already wet by the mist, and a few bangs were scattered around his face, fluttering with the wind... holding hands and walking up step by step, we were stuck in the mist, and every breath was filled with water vapor, as if there was no one there. Different world.

Proxiet stopped and wrapped me in his arms. I leaned against the railing of the crater, and my nostrils were filled with water vapor mixed with Proxiet's perfume.

We looked at each other, just looking at each other, as if we could express all our emotions.He bent down and kissed me on the cheek and said, "This is me..."

He regarded me as an equal, I hooked my neck and touched the tip of his nose and said, "It's me too."

We hug, just hug, you can feel each other's heartbeat, each other's blood flow is jubilant.

Understanding is a terrible word for me, whether it is knowing the other person or being understood.To know means to be seen badly, to be torn from the disguise, to have all the loss in front of you... But I am known by Prosciutto, just as I know him too.

He will be my companion throughout life so that I know I have something other than purpose.

"I'll be back soon."

Proxiet smiled smugly: "I've already bought a plane ticket to take you there."

"???"

How about sending your kids to school?

On the way back, I discussed Japanese culture with Proxieter. I have lived in Europe for a long time, and Proxieter has never been out of Italy except for missions.

"I heard that if the Japanese show respect, they have to kneel down?"

I glanced at Proxiet and said: "How is it possible, it must be a misunderstanding...Every country will be misunderstood by people from other countries."

"Ah... that should be about the same as Italy, right? Anyway, didn't you also go to high school?" Proxiet threw the cigarette out of the window.

I think back to my high school in Mexico... that high school was located behind the black market, where many children of gangsters were studying, and the teachers had backgrounds, so the learning atmosphere was good.

"Well! Don't worry, I will still go to high school."

Proxieter drove the car to the port and said that my dad had sent something.After I got the box that is taller than a person, I deeply felt the goodness of Hormagio, if only he was there... Although I don't think I want that ability...

Because the box is too big, we can only disassemble the contents and put it in the car.There are dozens of school uniforms... I don't care about it, just let me pretend I don't know, how long ago you guys have been plotting against me.

There are so many guns under the school uniform, there is even a domestic bazooka!How did you send it here! □□Ah! □□! !What are you doing with so many bullets!

Prosciut picked up the gun and tried loading it smoothly, saying, "Not bad, they are all good things."

I opened the barrel of the gun and found that there was no gun residue, and it seemed to be new.My dad...does he think I'm going to Japanese high school to fight with people?

It may be because Proxiet and I were too arrogant to load and unload guns and ammunition in public, which attracted the second place on the list of "people I don't want to see" - Mista.

He's still wearing that silly hat, with the cock plugged in, and the cropped sweater...is he cold or hot?

"Yo! Lixi! I don't think you've been doing anything lately? Are you dating someone here?" He should be concerned about my recent situation in good faith, but with his smile, it seems a bit embarrassing.

I held Mista's hand and said with a smile, "Mista, we haven't seen each other for 44 days, are you okay?",

I raised my watch and continued: "Yeah, it's exactly 4 o'clock, do you want to go to table 4 with me to eat 4 cakes?"

Mista, don't get up again!

Mista left unsteadily, his doubts drifting in the wind: "Are you... the God of Death?"

This is revenge, Mista, I hope we will never see each other again.

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