Big Monster

Chapter 7 Wilson Fisk

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Samantha, who was a little drowsy, was awakened by the knock.

A look of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she came to her senses after a while, she said wait, and was about to get up to open the door, but at the moment Mrs. Samantha was about to get up, Naginitang saved Samantha Mrs. Sha's arm, he shook his head, with determination on his immature face: "No!"

Mrs. Samantha was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't think much, but touched Naginitang's head: "Honey, I just went to open the door."

A flash of hesitation flashed in Naginitang's eyes, he thought for a while: "I don't care, you have to take me anyway."

Mrs. Samantha is a very important person in his life. Since he can remember, Mrs. Samantha has always been his relative.

The man outside the door is very dangerous, he can't let Mrs. Samantha go to meet the other party alone, if the other party is a thug, if the other party poses a threat to Mrs. Samantha's life?

Naginitang let Mrs. Samantha hold his little hand, his eyes flashed with a cold light almost like a poisonous snake, and at the same time, his poisonous glands began to secrete deadly venom.

He promised that if the other party really had any bad thoughts, even at the risk of exposure, he would make the other party pay the price.

"crunch~~"

The door opened, and there stood a man who looked like a wall outside the door. Judging from his face, the man was not very old, but his figure was unusually burly, giving the impression of a sumo wrestler, but The difference is that sumo wrestlers are full of fat, but this man is full of muscles.

A look of doubt flashed in Mrs. Samantha's eyes. She looked at the man who was as tall as a wall in front of her: "Who are you?"

With a shy smile on the man's face, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Mrs. Samantha, it's me, Wilson Fisk. You forgot, the one you used to serve me in a big bowl boy?"

Mrs. Samantha looked a little dazed, she seemed to be remembering something, but after a while, a bright smile appeared on her face: "I remember, you are Wilson, yes, you are Wilson, come in quickly, I didn't expect you to be so big now, but you are still as strong as when you were a child. I remember Marlene and Bill took you away, how are they now?"

Wilson's face darkened instantly. He shook his head and said indifferently, "Mrs. Samantha, they are dead. They died in a car accident."

With a dazed look, Mrs. Samantha patted Wilson's burly shoulder and comforted her:

"Sorry kid, I didn't know what happened. If you don't mind, I still have half a bottle of cheap red wine here. By the way, this is Naginitang, he is your younger brother."

Wilson was taken aback for a moment, he looked down at Naginitang, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Brother?"

Mrs. Samantha ignored the strange look in Wilson's eyes, and she enthusiastically led Wilson in.

A monotonous, but very cozy cottage.

Mrs. Samantha poured Wilson a glass of cheap red wine, she stroked Naginitang's smooth hair, and a look of pride flashed in her eyes:

"That's right, in the fifth year after you left, I met Nagini who was still a baby. He is as smart and sensible as you, but unfortunately he is not as strong as you. I baked cookies this afternoon, but I just don't know if it will fit your appetite."

Fifth year away?Little baby Nagini?He is as smart as you?

This man, who was stronger than the brown bear before hibernation, had a very happy smile on his face at the moment, and he couldn't help boasting: "Don't worry, Mrs. Samantha, your biscuits will always be my favorite food. "

"You still speak the same way as before."

Mrs. Samantha smiled, and she lowered her head and patted the back of Naginitang's hand: "Son, don't be afraid, Wilson just looks stronger, but he is a good boy."

With that said, Mrs. Samantha handed over a plate of small biscuits, in addition to that cheap red wine:

"Do you want to watch TV? I remember that you didn't have a TV at that time, and you were arguing to go to other people's houses to watch TV every day. It made me go to the neighbor's house to find you every day."

Wilson froze for a moment. This burly man had a blush on his face at the moment, and he couldn't help shouting angrily: "Mrs. Samantha, don't say any more, I feel so ashamed."

Mrs. Samantha laughed, with a bit of pride on her face: "That's fine, I won't talk about it. It's so late, do you want to stay here tonight?"

She is very happy today. She has opened the Angel Orphanage for decades, and there are many people who come to see her, but Wilson and Nagini Tang are definitely among the children she raised over the years, which left a deep memory on her. several of them.

The arrival of Naginitang every Friday night gave Mrs. Samantha the motivation to live.

The appearance of Wilson is the best gift at the end of her life.

She was so happy tonight.

Facing Mrs. Samantha's invitation, Wilson's eyes flashed with hesitation: "Can you?"

Samantha didn't know what Wilson was thinking, but she knew one thing: "Of course, this is your home! But you have to make your own bed. There is a canopy bed upstairs, and you can put it together yourself."

After a few sentences of conversation, the atmosphere in the Angel Orphanage became warm and harmonious again.

The only thing that made Mrs. Samantha feel a little dissatisfied was that Naginitang was too shy today.

Wilson didn't care about this, he knew how much a deterrent his physique was to normal children.

As for Nagini Tang?

He feels very uncomfortable now, and the breath emanating from Wilson's body makes his hair stand on end.

This stemmed from the Basilisk's keen intuition. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Wilson's body. This feeling was like a tiger standing beside a little lamb.

Although the tiger was not interested in the little lamb, the aura exuded by the tiger made the little lamb feel uneasy.

Nagini was very puzzled. Wilson was obviously not an ordinary person. If he gave himself some time to grow up, he would not be afraid of Wilson, but now he is just a young snake.

Although I haven't tried it, Naginitang has a strong feeling that even if he injects all the venom into the opponent's body, the opponent will not die. His venom is fine against ordinary people, but against the monster in front of him, it is difficult to deal with it at an early age. I am still too weak.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, there is no conflict of interest between the two parties.

Otherwise, facing a monster of this level, I really don't know what to do.

Late at night, around nine o'clock, seeing Naginitang drowsy, Wilson patted Mrs. Samantha on the shoulder, with a look of seriousness in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, there is something I want to talk to Tell me."

Mrs. Samantha woke up from a half-consciousness, she looked at Wilson in a little confusion: "Tell me, child, what is it, as long as I can do it."

She was very sleepy, a 75-year-old lady, staying up late watching TV is not a good habit, and she drank a large glass of red wine before.

Staring at Mrs. Samantha in front of him, Wilson's eyes flashed with thoughts.

He remembered that it was more than ten years ago. Although Mrs. Samantha had gray hair, she was beautiful, kind, and exuded the grace of a lady.

After more than ten years, Mrs. Samantha no longer has black hair, and there are a lot of contours on her face, and her body is no longer healthy.

He knows why, aging is part of the reason, but there are more important issues, and this time he came to Los Angeles to solve this problem:

"Mrs. Samantha, when my parents left, they left me a considerable inheritance. The main reason I came this time was to hear that you were ill."

Mrs. Samantha was taken aback for a moment, then she frowned, and a serious look flashed in her eyes:

"I'm not sick."

Wilson shook his head, and he persuaded: "Mrs. Samantha, I know a very good doctor, he said he can treat it. Don't worry about the money, I will take care of it."

A stern look flashed in Mrs. Samantha's eyes. She turned her head to look at the big man in front of her who could fit two or three of herself in, and shouted seriously: "Wilson, let me repeat, I'm not sick! I'm fine!! "