In the afternoon, from about three o''clock, the sky in Los Angeles suddenly became gloomy, and a burst of dark clouds blew from the sea, as if the dark clouds pressing on the head were depressing.

    Under falca''s cabinet, he looked at the gloomy sky outside. He took a sip of Raffi from 59. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He had a hunch that Los Angeles was not peaceful tonight.

    He doesn''t like similar things to happen. Every time it''s not peaceful, it means that his rules will be impacted, but he can''t help it. The only constant in the world is always changing.

    He has controlled the city for decades, and he knows this better than everyone.

    People are changing, rules are changing, and the only eternal thing is change.

    In the "Palace" shaped warehouse, Nagini is shooting, and one bullet hits the moving target accurately.

    Wilson came back. He took some tools with him.

    They talked for a while. Wilson was glad that Nagini didn''t find anything, but he still had a feeling in his heart. This feeling told him that Nagini had known everything.

    But anyway, Wilson must have an end with Andy tonight!

    Even if he fails, he believes that the hard hit Andy will also be killed by Nagini, which is regarded as his revenge for Mrs. Samantha.

    He knew Nagini. He knew how powerful the six-year-old child was.

    Nagini watched Wilson leave. He sighed. He was just suspicious before, but now Nagini can be sure that Wilson, a silly fat man, will take a risk tonight, because he smelled the smell of angel orphanage on Wilson.

    Seriously, Wilson''s behavior is really orphan.

    At night, the sky in Los Angeles becomes more and more gloomy. This depressed atmosphere makes everyone upset. Everyone hopes that a heavy rain will drive away the heat.

    The deep-water port in Los Angeles did not know whether it was because of the weather or because of a hunch. These workers who made a living at the wharf left early.

    Of course, not everyone left.

    There is a cement building in the deep-water port, which used to be the canteen of the deep-water port. After the war, the boss made a fortune and left the restaurant, so the cement building became an abandoned building.

    In this abandoned building, there are Andy and 20 gang members with guns introduced to him by Booz.

    This is the manpower that Booz can summon to the greatest extent with Andy''s prestige in Los Angeles. After all, not everyone is willing to fight against Wilson''s madman for money.

    According to statistics, Wilson, a madman, killed at least 30 people in just two days!

    In Los Angeles, Andy has become a name that everyone can''t avoid. No one wants to have anything to do with Andy. I wonder if the devil Wilson will find you tonight. The reason is that you know Andy.

    But these people in the abandoned building don''t care, because they are a group of crazy people who want money but don''t want life.

    There was a damp smell in the air, and everyone looked a little nervous. After all, this was a cruel Wilson. He killed more than 30 people in two days. This man was a psychopath.

    However, Andy is very calm. He knows how shallow Wilson, as an outsider, is in Los Angeles. Although many people gather around him, how many can he really trust?

    Why do gangsters talk about qualifications?

    Not because of relying on the old, but because resources and contacts need time to accumulate.

    Why should Wilson, a newcomer, fight himself?

    Although he knew that Wilson was fierce and could tear himself to pieces in a single fight, he was a man after all. There were more than 20 people here, and all of them had guns. As long as a shuttle bullet, Wilson would go to hell.

    So Andy was calm. He didn''t panic at all.

    "Click!"

    Under the weak light, there was a sound in the shadow, and then a round thing came from the dark. Everyone smelled the sound and looked at it. Then everyone''s face changed: "Damn, it''s a bomb, everybody get down!"

    "Boom!"

    A burst of fire burst into the sky, and the terrible impact was accompanied by the fire, which made everyone dizzy.

    Andy felt his forehead wet. He wiped it and his palm was red, which made him angry.

    His eyes flashed ferocious. Looking at the strong figure of the double shadow not far away, Andy subconsciously took out his pistol.

    "Bang bang!"

    The muzzle of the gun sprayed fire and the horn of the decisive battle blew towards him. In a hail of bullets, the strong black figure was beaten into a sieve. However, to Andy''s anger and uneasiness, the bullet hit not Wilson, but a sandbag disguised as Wilson.

    The splashed blood was not blood, but sand in the sandbag

    Andy''s pupil shrinks. His face is a little ugly. He quickly shouts, "Damn it, change the bullet quickly!"

    He dared to fight Wilson because he had a gun in his hand.

    He knew that without the threat of guns, Wilson could kill more than 20 of them alone.

    And because of the previous damn sandbag, there are not many bullets left in their guns. What if Wilson killed them at this time?

    That''s not too scary!

    According to Murphy''s law, the last thing Andy wanted to happen happened.

    In the dark, a strong figure, like a ghost, appeared in front of everyone. With a big fist and a roaring fist, he hit it hard.

    "Crack!"

    Just like smashing a watermelon, Wilson stubbornly blew a person''s head with a pair of iron fists.

    Then he rushed into the sheep like a tiger. With his strong body and terrible strength, and with his amazing brute force, he killed three or four in a moment, and seven or eight lost their combat effectiveness under Wilson''s attack.

    This was a unilateral massacre. The strong Wilson brought his strength and cruelty to the extreme. The ferocious smell of the beast, even the murderer licking blood with the edge of the knife, could not help feeling scared and sprouting a feeling of fear.

    Unfortunately, Wilson is strong, but he is a man after all.

    When the first shot was fired, Wilson''s ferocious body was shocked.

    But a moment later, he looked more and more ferocious!

    As Nagini guessed, Wilson did not intend to leave alive tonight. He had already put life and death aside. The injured Wilson, instead of retreating, became more and more fierce.

    Four seconds, maybe five seconds?

    With a ferocious look and unusually calm eyes, Wilson was calculating what he could do in the last few seconds of his life.

    The answer may be a dozen people, or they may go to hell with Andy.

    Wilson was uncertain that after the initial chaos, there was little time left for him.

    The gang led by Andy knew that although Wilson was terrible, he was still alone and would be injured and killed in the face of bullets. So they stepped back and frantically changed ammunition. This was probably the fastest change in their life. It was a race against death.

    Wilson also knew this, so even if he was injured, he still clenched his teeth and insisted.

    During this period, Wilson knocked down several people again, probably because of the injury. They were only disabled rather than dead, and the people led by Andy changed from the first 20 to less than 10 now, but it doesn''t matter.

    When Wilson saw a nigger lifting his assault rifle at himself with a ferocious look, he knew that his life was coming to an end.

    But the next moment, Wilson didn''t react.

    With the bang of a gun, half of the nigger''s head was smashed, and then his body cracked like a sculpture and turned into a pool of powder.

    Wilson was stunned. He came alone. He didn''t think there would be support, and he didn''t think he had any friends who could help him in Los Angeles.

    Andy was also stunned. He looked at the unscientific scene in front of him in amazement, and his face became extremely ugly: "Damn, Wilson has help, kill him, or we''ll all die!"

    He shouted wildly and robbed Wilson, and Wilson also wanted to understand who the man who helped him secretly when everyone was stunned. He was a slightly embarrassed donkey rolling, 400 pound fat man, who had an unusual agility. He dodged flexibly and finally hid behind a load-bearing column.

    "Pa Pa Pa!"

    A burst of gunfire, the load-bearing column was hit by bullets, splashing countless cement chips.

    The war spread again. Andy madly ordered his men to shoot. Today''s incident made Andy understand that Wilson is too terrible. He must kill this man, or he will be killed by this man one day in the future!

    Wilson tried to fight back several times, not to fight back, but mainly to provide a shooting environment for Nagini, but the opponent''s firepower was too fierce. As soon as he looked up, countless bullets would be fired at him.

    Nagini, who was hiding in the dark, also understood Wilson''s meaning. He turned into an eight meter long poisonous python with a desert eagle and a spare cartridge clip in his mouth.

    Quietly came to Andy''s rear. When he was ready to do it, Nagini stopped. He smelled a group of strangers.

    Is Andy''s reinforcements here? But these people don''t smell like Andy or Wilson.

    When Nagini looked puzzled, his face suddenly became very ugly, because he saw a missile flying straight with a flame tail.

    "Boom!" the earth seemed to tremble, Nagini''s body was blown out, and he felt his internal organs screaming.

    The dark golden snake pupil is now more ferocious and angry than usual!

    Butz, a strong black man who had just come, looked at the damaged entrance and took out his mobile phone with a comfortable face: "under the falca cabinet, the entrance has been blown up by me. The people inside are now a group of mice trapped in a cage. What should we do next?"

    After taking a sip of Raffi for 59 years, a smile finally appeared on the face of falca''s cabinet: "all solved. From today on, you will replace Wilson."

    As he said, the world needs to change.

    Why did Falcone rule Los Angeles for decades?

    Because he''s always changing!