[comprehensive] in the name of the father

"By the way, you haven't answered my question yet." Reborn pressed on, the matter of Xanxus did please him just now, but this is not a topic that can be fooled around, so he asked again.

"Seen out?" Timoteo sighed, "Forget it, let's put it this way, maybe I won't live for a few years."

"What are you talking about!" Reborn slapped the table and stood up. Although his appearance was a bit funny, his aura was astonishing.

"Don't be so angry," Timoteo reassured.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What about Shamar? Hurry up and find him. Your body is the most important problem. I'll let them die for the rest." Reborn said angrily.

"That's not the case." Timoteo said with a sigh. "Actually, let's put it this way, the Vongola ring cannot be taken off at will."

"It's not like taking it off from your body in the general sense, but once you cancel the connection between the Dakong Ring and yourself, the lifespan of the contractor will start counting down." Timoteo looked calm, "Yadao, my aunt It was like this back then, after taking off the ring, it passed away about 12 years, the first generation was the one who lived the longest among us after taking off the ring, but it didn't exceed 20 years."

Timoteo shook his head as he spoke, "Since what happened eight years ago, I have realized that I am old, old enough, old enough that people can no longer have more for me looking forward to it."

"Don't say that." Reborn wanted to refute him.

"That's why I entrusted you to be his tutor after A Gang was more sensible, in order to better inherit the Vongola family." Timoteo shook his head, "That ring is not just a member of the family. Between, the proof of the bond is also the proof of the generations of the family, and the more important existence."

"More important?" Reborn frowned.

"Yes, it's more important." Timoteo nodded, pointing to the pacifier that Reborn has been hanging on his chest for a long time, "I can't say the specific content, after all, it was when I officially got the ring After admitting it, listen to what they said in the first generation."

"Listen to what they said in the first generation? Wait, what is the first generation?" Reborn had an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Inside the ring, the souls of the Vongola bosses of the past are preserved." Timoteo said with a smile.

"This..." Reborn couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

"The ring is related to many things. After A Gang is officially recognized by the ring, he may know more." Timoteo didn't intend to continue this topic, and Reborn knew it very well. Some topics are just so troublesome that they cannot be stated clearly.

"Look, I'm already so old, after taking away the ring, I may not be able to live for a few more years." Timoteo sighed, showing the fatigue of an old man, "So it's inevitable, I became more indulgent towards Xanxus, and had higher expectations of Gang."

"Forget it, I'm going back." Reborn didn't want to listen to what he had to say, and jumped off the table, "All of you bastards are like this, it's a shame that none of you can live long!"

"Haha." Timoteo was not angry either. He knew that part of the other party's anger was directed at him, and a part of the branch was directed at Yadaime back then. But he is much younger, knowing that he will die but still thinks that changing to a new BOSS will be more conducive to the development of the family, so he resolutely does such a thing.

"Indeed, Vongola's bosses are a group of very self-willed guys." Timoteo reached out and stroked the bangs on his forehead, revealing his dark eyes and too young face, "It's really hard for you guys. That's it, Mister Reborn."

He said, and casually fell back on the bed, "Xiao Gangji, come here quickly, I still want to get out early."

As he said, he reached out and turned on the TV. The latest international news was displayed on the TV screen, "Recently, the identity of Deep Throat in the Watergate incident in the United States was exposed..."

"Wow, this kind of scandal..." Timoteo couldn't help covering his face with his hand, "Can't there be other desires in the human brain besides sexual desire?"

He said, paralyzed on the bed and did not move.

Washington DC, USA, J. Edgar Hoover Building, Will handed over his last few documents, got a word of blessing from the person who received him, and walked out of the building.

At the entrance of the building, a black car had its windows pulled down. A young man with black hair poked his head out of the car. When he saw him coming out, he opened the car door and let him sit in. "Is it done?"

"Yeah, it's completely settled now." Will nodded after handing over all the documents from the FBI, and was relieved.

Timoteo beside him smiled and stepped on the accelerator, "OK, I made an appointment for a Michelin, let's try it together."

"Okay." Will's net worth is very meager. Apart from an old house and a car, he doesn't have any savings, and he's not interested in making money. Anyway, his man will support him.

The car quickly drove to the restaurant Timoteo reserved, but when they got out of the car, there were no longer two men, but a young man and a sexy woman with a voluptuous figure.

The woman was wearing a light black dress. The dress was even considered very conservative, but when she wore it, it gave people an unusual sense of excess. Go up and want to do something to her.

"Come to eat?" Will looked at the woman beside him strangely.

"Come to eat, I saw that many of the people who come to this restaurant are couples, since we are too, let's come." Timoteo said it as a matter of course, "So I specially changed into a female form, how about it, That's great."

"Okay..." Will glanced at the man who wanted to strike up a conversation with Timoteo, and the man immediately stopped his original thoughts, turned around and walked away.

Timoteo pulled him into the restaurant with a smile, ignoring the amazed or greedy eyes of the people around him, and sat down with a calm expression. After finishing the meal quickly, he smiled and asked Will, "By the way, Did you see anything interesting when you went back?"

Will drooped a pair of dead fish eyes, "What interesting things can the FBI have?"

He paused, then said, "Oh yes, I saw Chris."

"Chris?" Timoteo asked a little strangely.

"Chris Wynyard." Will yawned, "That little girl who gave up being a good actor and insisted on engaging in a dark organization."

"Her, her winery is also very strange." Timoteo whispered with him in a language absolutely incomprehensible to humans, "Could it be that Ao Guanhai caused their situation? Is it right? In order to extend the manuscript fee for someone?"

"What you said is cross-dimensional." Will twitched the corner of his mouth, "And, Ao Guanhai would not do such a thing..."

Seeing the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Timoteo immediately asked speculatively, "Did you do it?"

"No, it's just a situation where someone's will was disturbed." Will shook his head resolutely, he wouldn't blame people for this kind of blame, and the king of blame is enough to have Ao Guanhai, "Do you want me to fix it?"

"Forget it. Anyway, if it's the disturbance of personal will, it's only the people in the winery and those in Japan who have this kind of situation." Timoteo waved his hand indifferently, with a smile on his face With a pleasant smile, "Anyway, it is a very interesting experience to watch them perform a lot of times."

"As you like." Will saw the appetizers served, and decisively chose to eat without talking.

After lunch, the two went back to Will's house. Will's family lived in a remote urban area, and the law and order here was a bit chaotic. After all, it was not a wealthy area, and the police naturally didn't care about it when taxes were not high. strict.When Timoteo drove back, he opened the front window, so when they stopped the car, several burly men had already surrounded him.

"Miss, let's go have a good time together?" The big black man smiled cheaply.

Timoteo showed a canine-toothed smile, "Okay."

She said and got out of the car.

Will stared at the few of them walking around her into the side alley, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and within 30 seconds, Timoteo came out of the alley over there again. There was no one in the alley, and there was no sound at all, "Sure enough, it's better to eat like this."

"By the way, come with me to Japan tomorrow." Timoteo said, taking out a piece of paper from her cleavage, and when she took out the paper, her breasts that seemed to be pumped instantly It deflated, and quickly returned to a male posture, "I saw something very interesting."

"What is this?" When he was with Timoteo, if it wasn't Timoteo's request, Will would seldom look at anything. For an existence like him, as long as he wants to know, he can know everything. , This feeling often makes people feel very boring.

"Among the people I swallowed just now, one is an informant from the CIA. He was going to Japan to deliver clues in two days." Timoteo smiled and drove the car into the garage, "I don't think so Coincidence? Just as you saw Chris in the FBI, I met the CIA's informant about Chris and the others."

"Oh, to put it bluntly, don't you just want to go to Japan to watch the excitement of the winery?" Will said boredly, "You don't care about that kid in your family?"

"No, it's not Japan." Timoteo said with a smile, "It's Italy."

"Italy?" Will was a little surprised, "Isn't that your base camp?"

"Yes." Timoteo spread out the paper for him to read, "It's very strange, it's actually to investigate Verdi."

"Verdi, a black technology expert in Europe?" Even if Will didn't use any clairvoyance-like skills, he knew the identity of Verdi, one of the three black science experts in Europe.

"Yeah, combined with the information Sebastian showed me earlier, I'm starting to be interested in their wonderful scientists." The paper at Timoteo's fingertips seemed to be held by an invisible animal. The mouth swallowed it, and disappeared.

The author has something to say: It was a little short just now, but it was almost 12 o'clock, so I had to put it up first, sorry.