Big Monster

To put it bluntly, he is a rookie just like Nagini, and he is even worse than Nagini. After all, he does not have his deceptive appearance, nor does he have the ability to track smell. Although in terms of strength, The eight-meter-long Nagini may not be as powerful as Wilson, but he has a deadly venom that Wilson doesn't!

Wilson froze for a moment, he didn't expect Nagini to respond like this, which made him have to explain: "I'm not as bad as you think, and my intelligence network is not bad, the 12 people you killed last night I know all about it."

Nagini pouted, and retorted disdainfully: "Sorry, just interrupt, it's fifteen people."

Wilson was taken aback, then shook his head indifferently: "Is there a difference?"

Perhaps for the police, this number is very important.

But for the likes of Nagini and Wilson?

Whether it is 12 or 15, there is actually no difference, especially in the case where Nagini has tacitly accepted his help, the number is completely meaningless.

Nagini also understood Wilson's meaning. He froze for a moment, then nodded: "It seems that there is no difference?"

A smile appeared on Wilson's face. He patted Nagini on the shoulder and pointed to the black Ferrari beside him: "Let's go, I asked you for a week's vacation."

Chapter 22 The Cunning Fatty

Palmdale, Hotel Vienna,

Looking through the glass at the alley not far away, Kenny was about to be beaten to death by Toledo. The strong black man turned his head to look at Andy who was sipping 82 Lafite:

"Boss, Kenny is about to be beaten to death, do you want to call the police?"

The 82-year-old Lafite is the world's top wine, but don't forget that it is 1989.

Putting down the wine glass casually, Andy shook his head in disappointment: "Don't worry, call the police after he dies."

The black burly man at the side shook his head, he looked at his boss strangely: "I don't think that kid will kill Kenny, he doesn't have the guts."

Andy shrugged, and he glanced at the strong black man: "What does that have to do with us? I only know that when we found Kenny, he was already beaten to death."

The black man was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on his face: "Understood, I will take care of it."

Ignoring the cruel thoughts of his subordinates, Andy shook his wine glass. He pondered for a moment and asked, "How is it going in Los Angeles?"

The black burly man curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "Wilson is crazy. He killed more than a dozen people last night. I heard that the big shots in Los Angeles are very angry. We can go back and take over the business in a maximum of two weeks."

Andy shook his head, he put down his wine glass, his eyes flickered: "No, we'll go back now."

The strong black man was stunned, and he looked at his boss with some doubts: "Why?"

Wilson is at his craziest right now.No one wants to face this crazy beast. He doesn't understand why his boss wants to hit the gun at this time?

Andy glanced at the big black man.

This subordinate is easy to use and easy to use, but unfortunately he doesn't like to use his brain.

But this is also the reason why he is willing to let the other party follow him.

He thought for a while, and finally explained: "Go back now, I will be a hero. And when Wilson is dead, I can only be a hyena eating leftovers."

The black burly man scratched his head, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, and finally shook his head in distress: "Forget it, although I don't understand it very well, but I will prepare my hands."

At the same time, Wilson led Nagini through the streets and alleys of Los Angeles. Looking at the buildings passing by the road and the gradually desolate land, Nagini asked in doubt:

"Where are we going?"

Manipulating the twisted reverse disk, Wilson replied without looking back:

"Shooting range."

Nagini was taken aback. He didn't think why there was a shooting range in such a remote place, because this was Los Angeles in 1989, and there were no less secrets here than in New York later. What he really wondered was that Wilson wanted to teach himself how to shoot?

This made Nagini stunned:

"you sure?"

Wilson glanced at Nagini, although his expression was calm, but his tone was very serious:

"That's right. I don't know, and I don't want to know what secrets are hidden in you. But I want to tell you, don't forget the biggest difference between humans and animals."

Nagini thought for a while, and replied uncertainly:

"use tools?"

Wilson nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly inadvertently, and a flash of approval flashed in his eyes, and then he asked back:

"That's right, guns are a tool. The secret in you is also a tool. In your impression, I should be a reckless man who can only shake his fist?"

Shaking his head and sneering, Nagini looked strangely at the strong fat man who almost filled the Ferrari seat, and he replied with the same rhetorical question:

"Isn't it? Fatty!"

It is a bit too much to say that Wilson is fat, because he is not fat, but strong and powerful in the true sense.

Not everyone can be like him, with a muscle content of more than 90.00%. You must know that Wilson's strength index in Marvel is 4, which is at the same level as Spiderman, who surpasses the limit of the human body and has ten times the normal strength.

You could call him a freak, or you could call him a genius.

The poor rely on mutations, and the rich rely on technology, but as a pure human being, it is by no means a simple matter to have the strength of Wilson, or Jin Bin.

Wilson ignored Nagini's claim that he was fat, or he ignored it, and he replied with a pun: "Of course not, I am proficient in 17 kinds of small and medium-sized firearms and artillery. Although it is not the best, it is definitely at a professional level. above."

Nagini was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Wilson in surprise, with suspicion on his face: "Are you sure?"

Wilson is more than two meters tall. Although he has not reached his peak value (more than 450 pounds), his weight is close to 400 pounds (360 pounds). It is no exaggeration to say that he is a wall.

His palms were broad, and his finger bones were thick and powerful, like carrots. Nagini doubted whether Wilson's fingers had the ability to pull the trigger.

Facing Nagini's suspicion, Wilson looked calm. Many people thought they were reckless and unfit for firearms, and if they thought so, they would have fallen into the trap set by Wilson.

He nodded, with a rather smug smile on his lips: "Of course, I have never given up on training my body. Similarly, I can use any tool that helps me reasonably and bring out the effects .”

"I have to say, you are really a cunning bastard."

Nagini gradually realized that Wilson, like himself, had a disguise.But unlike his six-year-old disguise, Wilson's disguise is brash and burly.

This is a very clever approach. It is very difficult for anyone to see the real face of Wilson, and those who see the real details of Wilson are generally dead.

What's the use of just learning firearms by yourself?Do snakes have hands?Shoot yourself with your mouth?

Nagini rolled his eyes: "My time is precious, and I'm not sure what I've learned to do with it."

Wilson shook his head, and he looked at Nagini seriously: "Don't be so decisive, if one day your abilities fail. Or if you don't want to reveal your secrets, guns will be your best choice."

But it was a pity that Nagini refused again. He admitted that what Wilson said was reasonable. In fact, he also planned to learn how to shoot in the future in case of emergency, but that was in the future, not now: