Rome, Western Suburb Cemetery.

　　 Carlo Azelio Ciampi, wearing a black suit and black tie, solemnly holding a bouquet of white flowers, stands in front of a new grave in the cemetery.

　　 On the dark tombstone, there is a black and white photo with a name written on it.

　　 Giovanni Faconel!

　　 Looking at the familiar face on the tombstone, Qian Pi silently squatted down and placed the flowers on the altar. He opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say.

　　 Self-blame and regret passed through my heart. If he hadn't given the list of the Casio family bribes and crimes to his friends, maybe his friends would not have suffered that assassination.

　　 Why?

　　Why the mafia can be rampant to plant bombs in broad daylight? Why can criminals be so lawless? Why, those **** who hold taxpayers' hard-earned money, unscrupulously become helpers of the mafia, and in turn bully taxpayers.

　　 Rome, the holy city.

　　 But in such a sacred place, why is crime more rampant than other countries?

　　 Is there any axiom in this world?

　　 "Geova. Tell me. Are they wrong or we are wrong. Or, is this country wrong?"

　　 "......"

　　 lying in the ashes in the cemetery, it is impossible to answer Qian Pi's doubts, but looking at the familiar smiling face, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

　　 "We are right! No matter how dark the sky is, the sun will eventually break through the dark clouds and shine on the world!"

Standing up, patted the dust on his knees lightly, Qian Pi silently reciting the answer of his friend in his heart, and strode out of the cemetery. If the sun shines on this country again, no matter what the price is worth it.

　　 Seven o'clock in the evening.

　　 The night sank into the ground, and as an autumn wind swept in, it blew the curtain hanging on the door.

　　 Yulia Sidorov and Qina Karnoski walked in. The two looked at Shen Jiannan who was leaning on the TV to watch TV, and then walked over together.

　　 On the TV, a tall and burly middle-aged man is waving his fist as if he is giving a passionate speech. His yellow and white hair is particularly conspicuous in the middle of the enlarged screen.

　　 "Oh Karma. You bastards, always want to make big news, right?"

　　 "I recently had an idea to travel to space. Would you like to go with me?"

　　 "I really want to stuff you **** into the rocket and let you go to the sky for a while, so that I can be quiet."

　　 "......"

　　 Looking at Norman Lamont's narration, Qina Kanowski's face showed exaggerated astonishment.

　　 "God. Is this guy really a Minister of Finance?" New 81 Chinese Net, the fastest computer terminal: https://

　　 "I feel that he is like an idiot. He always says that he understands everything, but he doesn't seem to understand anything." Yulia Sidorov took over.

　　 At this, Shen Jiannan just smiled.

　　 "In fact, in some ways, Lamont is a qualified finance minister, at least, the most powerful finance minister in the UK in 30 years."

"Shen. Are you serious? This guy, every time I see him saying that he knows Germans best and economics best, I doubt whether he is our spy. Look, since he took office, he has taken the British It's a mess."

"In fact, Lamont cannot be blamed for this problem. He is a true British. This is at least better than many British people. Since supporting Major's entry into the European Community, Lamont has been gaining more initiative for the United Kingdom. Work hard for the right. If you have to say something, probably... he's just a little unlucky."

　　 "......"

　　 "......"

　　Looking at Shen Jiannan sitting there and pointing the country, Yulia Sidorov had a deep sense of fascination. Even his father admitted just now that in terms of wisdom, Shen is already the best in the world.

　　 took off the high heels, grabbed the red wine on the table and poured a glass, Yulia wrestled Shen Jiannan's body like she was drunk, admiringly looked at the eyes that shone with wisdom.

　　 "What about Ciampi? Why did he agree to cooperate with us."

　　 "......"

　　 The silent answer made Yulia Sidorov smile charmingly. What she likes most is Shen Jiannan's hooligan attitude, which is always shameless, which gives her a deep satisfaction.

　　 Gently sipped a sip of red wine, Yulia raised her arms around Shen Jiannan's neck, raised her white neck and put her red lips close to the big mouth. The four lips were intertwined, and as a cold liquid flowed into his throat, Shen Jiannan's throat squirmed, and the dryness caused by the words just disappeared.

"The death of Nifa Cornel has deeply angered the Italians. It is undoubtedly a good opportunity to change the status quo in Italy. However, the Catholic Democratic Party is closely related to the Mafia and has a grass-roots background like Ciampi. The guys are in the same situation, and the one in the Socialist Party is the most corrupt official."

　　 "He has no choice at all, unless, he doesn't want to change the status quo, unless he watched his friend die in vain." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

　　 "......"

　　 Promenade Concert, founded by Sir Henry Wood in 1895, its purpose is to present the most diverse music and attract more audiences with first-class music.

　　As one of the most popular classical concerts in the world, it is loved by the British. As a real British, Norman Lamont, like ordinary people, likes this concert very much.

　　 At eight o'clock in the evening, Lamont appeared on time at the concert when invited by the bbc television station.

　　 The vast auditorium was filled with audiences everywhere. With the composing of classical and passionate music, Lamont stood on the stage as a guest.

　　 A pair of curious, admired, admired eyes looked at him~lightnovelpub.net~ Cheers, greetings and air kisses made him raise his chest and wave his fist.

　　 "I love the last night out. It is a great honor to attend this concert, thank you for your support"

　　 "Mr. Lamont. I don't know what kind of song you want to sing?"

　　What song do you sing?

　　 Lamont had already thought about it.

　　 Italy, a second-tier country, has completed his mission. With the collapse of the lira, the Bundesbank has cut interest rates as he expected, and the crisis of the pound depreciation has been eliminated and it will become stronger.

　　 And all of this is because of my own wisdom, because of my knowledge of the economy and the Germans.

　　At this time, how to express your greatness without singing a passionate piece of music.

　　 Holding the microphone, Lamont shook his fist.

　　 "Oh. At this unique moment, at this exciting time, at this most glorious moment in our UK, I think there is nothing more suitable for the present atmosphere than the naval military song."

　　 "Mr. Lamont. Are you going to sing the navy song?"

"of course."

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　　Andguardianangelssangthisstrain:

　　"Thewaves:

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