Outside, maybe it\'s because the snowstorm is more violent in the evening.

The howling cold wind and snow flakes the size of goose feather are like white demons raging throughout Los Angeles!

Nagini\'s face changed, and a terrible light flickered in his eyes!

Toledo did not notice the change in Nagini\'s eyes, but Brian. As a former FBI, he was vaguely aware of what was in the box. He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth.

But Nagini looked at him with a sharp look, and Brian turned pale for a moment!

He felt stiff, his heart stopped suddenly, and the terrible pressure pressed on him like a mountain, making him unable to breathe.

He had never felt the smell of death so strongly. It was as if the God of death inserted a sickle into his mouth. With a gentle stroke, he could cut off half of his head along his chin.

The man was so terrible that Brian thought he knew Nagini enough, but this casual glance?

Let Brian fall into the ice!

When Brian was about to be paralyzed on the ground, Nagini restrained the ferocity in her eyes.

He got up from the sofa and covered MIA with a blanket in her slightly dissatisfied look.

The upper body is red fruit, and the lower body is a simple cartoon pajamas. Casually, from the armrest of the single sofa, he picked up a coat and put it on his strong body:

"It\'s a little cold at home. I won\'t come back tonight. By the way, Toledo, my car is broken. Can the pickup at home still drive?"

Toledo didn\'t realize what had happened. After all, he was different from Brian who had received professional training, so at the moment he said casually, "if you can drive, it\'s a little dirty. The car key is in the garage. Why don\'t you drive my car?"

But Nagini shook his head. "No, that\'s what Owen left you. Today it\'s snowy and slippery, and you\'re going to scratch. You\'re going to be wordy for three or four days."

Toledo was stunned, smiled and scolded with him, and punched nangini who came to him:

"Fuck off, what about the box?"

As soon as Nagini grabbed the box, he looked at the snowstorm outside the door. Because of the angle, no one found that Nagini\'s indifference was worse than the foreign snowstorm:

"No, I\'ll put the air conditioner in the box in the warehouse first and let someone take some tomorrow."

Half an hour later, in a long abandoned warehouse not far from the deep-water port of Los Angeles, an orange pickup truck with a wooden box in the back bucket was forced to stop at the door surrounded by a snowstorm.

He is 1.82 meters tall, with a pair of cotton slippers under his feet, fragmentary medium long and short hair, a robot cat printed on the upper body and SpongeBob pajamas on the lower body. What do you think? Nagini is out of an orange pickup truck at the moment.

After a gust of wind, snowflakes fell on Nagini\'s hard chest like marble. A pair of iron arms carried the wooden box on their shoulders. Nagini skillfully turned out a key from the mail box next to the warehouse.

A two-story warehouse with dust on the ground.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time, but the facilities here are very good. Even if you clean it a little after ten years, it will be no less than those good warehouses outside.

After all, this was Wilson\'s safe house.

Carrying the box to the second floor, Nagini pulled out a stool and took out a box of cigarettes and a small bag of expired washing powder from somewhere.

There was a flame on his fingertips, and Nagini lit himself a cigarette.

When a cigarette was smoked to one-third, two blue and blue smogs were emitted from the nostrils. Next to it was a bag of torn washing powder. The wooden box was opened, and a strong and disgusting blood and cruelty came to the face.

Inside lay a man whom Nagini knew. His name was Edgar.

The limbs were cut off, and the section of the wound was covered with glue. Under Edgar, there was a baffle in the wooden box, which contained twelve small boxes with fingers, toes, palms, soles of feet, arms and legs.

In the upper part, Edgar was chopped into a stick, leaving only his trunk and head, as well as his thighs and arms.

His mouth was locked by a long plug, his eyes and eyelids were cut off, and his two bloody and empty eyes looked at Nagini,

Although I don\'t know what Edgar has experienced before, even a cold-blooded bastard like Nagini can\'t help frowning at the moment.

Burn out half of the smoke and throw it away.

Nagini carefully cut the metal chain at the edge of the plug with her fingernails, and felt someone touch it, Edgar\'s body began to struggle.

Yes, he\'s not dead yet!

He took off Edgar\'s mouth plug and Nagini patted the other party on the shoulder. He looked a little complicated, but he didn\'t stop his movements.

The finger sticking to the washing powder was placed under the tip of his nose: "suck it, it\'s more comfortable."

Edgar, who has become a human stick, can\'t see anything at the moment, but listen to the familiar voice?

He endured the pain of his body and mind and asked, "Nagini?"

Looking at each other\'s empty, bloody eyes, Nagini seemed to want to say something, but finally he was silent: "it\'s me, Edgar, I\'m sorry."

But the next moment, Edgar, who had lost his limbs, eyes and serious blood loss, did not know where to squeeze out a force.

He opened his mouth, looked ferocious, and tried his best to bite Nagini\'s fingers!

Bang bang!

The tooth broke and blood flowed from the mouth.

Nagini was silent. He took back his fingers and flashed a serious look in his eyes: "I\'m really sorry. I didn\'t expect this to happen. If you need me to do anything, I\'ll help you."

Edgar ignored what Nagini said. He struggled. His bloody empty eyes, bloody mouth and red white broken teeth made him look ferocious and terrible, and a little sad and ridiculous.

Now he was like a maggot, twisting his body on the ground: "I\'ll kill you, Nagini, I\'ll kill you!"

Nagini was silent. He squatted down slowly and put his palm on Edgar\'s back neck:

"Later, I will destroy your cervical nerve and make you faint and die. I promise there will be no pain. I\'m sorry about you..."

"Click!"

Edgar, who was struggling just now, stopped struggling in an instant.

The bloody empty eyes looked at the dark roof. I didn\'t know whether it was blood or tears, flowing out of Edgar\'s eyes, and there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

Edgar is dead. He can\'t live tonight without Nagini.

Even if Nagini found the best doctor, even if Edgar survived, he couldn\'t survive.

Nagini remembered Edgar mentioning that he had a six-year-old daughter.

But just now he didn\'t mention his daughter. Under Edgar\'s body, the boxes containing organs were placed with the soles of the old man\'s feet, the women\'s fingers and the child\'s leg bones.

Who do these organs belong to?

Nagini can\'t guess. Staring at the snowstorm outside the window, Nagini\'s face becomes a little ugly

Los Angeles, the manor of Falcone family, beside the warm fireplace, under the old Falco cabinet, sipped the freshly brewed coffee, and then looked down at the Los Angeles Times.

It\'s snowing outside, but the huge manor doesn\'t make people feel cold at all. Just don\'t know why, Falco\'s cabinet always feels absent-minded, as if something will happen tonight.

Looking at the daughter in a black dress not far away and preparing to attend the party, Falco\'s cabinet frowned slightly and thought flashed in her eyes: "Sophia, haven\'t you done anything lately?"

Her bright eyes flashed a faint panic at this moment, but a moment later, Sophia shook her head: "father, I won\'t forget your warning!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Putting down his newspaper, Falco\'s cabinet coughed. He clenched his fist and looked a little painful.

Sofia hurried to one side, but Falco\'s cabinet waved: "I\'m fine. Don\'t you have to go to the reception? Don\'t worry, I can stand this old bone."

Sophia\'s eyes flashed a struggle. She seemed to want to say something, but a knock on the door interrupted her thinking.

The old housekeeper dunby resigned due to physical reasons. The new housekeeper is the nephew of the old dunby. Although his name is also dunby, Sophia doesn\'t like the dull black very much.

Hearing the knock on the door, Falco\'s cabinet patted Sofia\'s hand: "go, it should be the person who picked you up."

Sophia nodded. She was dressed in a black dress and walked towards the door. It was only the moment she opened the door

"Hello, express!"