Palm Valley, Vienna Hotel,

Looking through the glass at the alley not far away, Kenny, who was almost killed by Toledo, turned his head and looked aside at Andy, who tasted Raffi in \'82:

"Boss, Kenny is about to be killed. Do you want to call the police?"

Lafite in 82 is the world\'s top wine, but don\'t forget that it\'s 1989.

After putting down the glass, Andy shook his head slightly disappointed: "don\'t worry, call the police after he died."

The strong black man shook his head. He looked at his boss strangely: "I don\'t think that boy can kill Kenny. He doesn\'t have the courage."

Andy shrugged. He looked at the strong black man. "What does that have to do with us? I only know that Kenny had been killed alive when we found him."

The black man was stunned, and then a cruel smile appeared on his face: "understand, I will deal with it."

Ignoring his cruel thoughts, Andy shook his glass. He thought for a moment and asked, "what\'s going on in Los Angeles?"

The strong black man turned his mouth and said disapprovingly, "Wilson is crazy. He killed more than a dozen people last night. I heard that the big men in Los Angeles are very angry. We can go back to take over the business in two weeks at most."

Andy shook his head. He put down his glass and his eyes flickered: "no, we\'ll go back now."

The strong black man was stunned. He looked at his boss with some doubts: "why?"

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

Andy glanced at the strong black man.

This man is easy to use and easy to use, but unfortunately he doesn\'t like to use his head.

But that\'s why he is willing to let the other side follow him.

After thinking for a while, he finally explained, "go back now and I will be a hero. When Wilson dies, I can only be a hyena eating leftovers."

The strong black man scratched his head. A flash of thought flashed in his eyes. Finally, he shook his head in distress: "forget it, although I don\'t understand it very well, I\'ll prepare a good hand."

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

"Where are we going?"

Operating the distorted reverse disk, Wilson replied without turning his head:

"Shooting range."

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

This stunned Nagini:

"Are you sure?"

Wilson glanced at Nagini. Although he looked calm, his tone was serious:

"That\'s right. I don\'t know and don\'t want to know what secrets you hide. But I want to tell you, don\'t forget what\'s the biggest difference between people and animals."

Nagini thought for a moment and replied uncertainly:

"Use tools?"

Wilson nodded. The corners of his mouth inadvertently turned up slightly, and a flash of approval flashed in his eyes. Then he asked:

"Yes, guns are a tool. Your secret is also a tool. In your impression, I should be a reckless man who can only wave his fist?"

Shaking his head and sneering, Nagini looked strangely at the strong fat man who almost filled the Ferrari seat in front of him. He replied with the same rhetorical question:

"Isn\'t it? Fat man!"

It\'s a little too much to say Wilson is fat, because he is not fat, but really powerful and strong.

Not everyone can be like him. His muscle content exceeds 90%. You know, Wilson\'s strength index in Marvel is 4, which is the same level as Spiderman, who exceeds the limit of the human body and has ten times the normal strength.

You can say he\'s a freak or he\'s gifted.

The poor rely on variation, the rich rely on technology, but as a pure human being, it is by no means a simple thing to have the strength of Wilson, or gold.

Wilson ignored that Nagini said he was fat, or he did. He replied in a pun: "of course not. I am proficient in 17 kinds of small and medium-sized guns. Although I am not the best, I am definitely above the professional level."

Nagini was stunned. He looked at Wilson in surprise and looked skeptical: "are you sure?"

Wilson is more than two meters tall. Although he has not reached the peak value (more than 450 pounds), his weight is close to 400 pounds (360 pounds). It is not too much to say that he is a wall.

His palm was wide and his phalanx was strong, like carrots. Nagini doubted whether Wilson\'s fingers could pull the trigger.

Facing Nagini\'s doubt, Wilson looked very calm. Many people thought they were reckless and unfit for guns. If they thought so, they would just enter the trap set by Wilson.

He nodded and smiled proudly at the corners of his mouth: "of course, I have never given up the training of my body. Similarly, I can make rational use of any tool that helps me and give full play to the effect."

"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 a reckless man and a strong body.

This is a very clever approach. It is difficult for anyone to see Wilson\'s true face, and those who see Wilson\'s true details are generally dead.

What\'s the use of 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 use I\'ve learned."

Wilson shook his head. He looked at Nagini seriously. "Don\'t be so decisive. If one day your ability fails. Or you don\'t want to reveal your secret, guns will be your best choice."

But it\'s a pity that Nagini refused again. He admitted that Wilson had some truth. In fact, he also planned to learn shooting in the future in case of need, but that was later, not now:

"What you said makes sense, but I still think it\'s a waste of time."

But Wilson disagreed with Nagini\'s statement. He patted Nagini on the shoulder: "you\'ll change your mind because I only asked you for a week\'s holiday. You should understand what I mean?"

Nagini was stunned for a moment, and then glared at Wilson angrily. With his wisdom, of course, he understood Wilson\'s meaning.

If the other party helps himself, it does not mean that the other party gives up revenge.

He helped Nagini because he was afraid of Nagini\'s death. The only cause of Nagini\'s death can be the gang fight, but if Wilson solves the gang, who will Nagini fight with? Who to avenge Owen and Mrs. Samantha?

This week\'s holiday is the time Wilson gave Nagini. The subtext is that no matter what Nagini does, the people who killed Mrs. Samantha and Owen will pay a price in a week!

With a frown, Nagini flashed a touch of irritability in his eyes: "do you want to stop me?"

Wilson shook his head. "No, I just want to speed up the process. Besides, your goal is the same as mine. The difference is whether you die in your hand or me."

"Squeak ~ ~"

There was a harsh brake sound. Wilson stopped in front of a remote warehouse. He turned his head and looked at Nagini, with the corners of his mouth slightly up: "Choose, choose to accept my help. Or let me try my best to solve all the problems before you. Personally, I prefer you to choose the second one. Although it\'s a little late, I can still guarantee to send you back to school before the end of the second class in the morning."

Nagini was silent for a moment. He opened the door and raised his middle finger at Wilson. "Wilson, I thought you were a dead fat man, but now I find you are a cunning dead fat man."

With that, he slammed the door and walked to the warehouse without looking back.

Don\'t ask why he went to the warehouse. Nagini\'s hearing is very general, but his smell is very sharp. He has smelled the smell of gun oil and gunpowder around the warehouse.