In front of the abandoned building, in the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, Booz intended to prevent his men from killing each other, but a stray bullet broke his window glass, so Booz was silent.

    He lay down in the special carriage, scolding these stupid men in his heart, while he shivered in the carriage.

    Until at some point, the gunfire disappeared.

    After a long time, Booz tentatively looked at the dark rain outside from the broken car window.

    Ear is the sound of rain, the air is filled with a smoke, the surrounding is very quiet, quiet people feel uncomfortable.

    All dead? Or do these fools figure it out?

    A flash of doubt flashed in Booz''s eyes. He took out his walkie talkie: "Damn it, didn''t I ask you to cease fire? Tell me I''m hurt now..."

    Before Booz finished speaking, a big bloody mouth poked out of the darkness and bit on Booz''s neck.

    With a "tear" sound, Booz''s neck was torn off a piece of meat. His body lay on the window, his pupils contracted, and his hands desperately covered his bloody neck, but finally he could only watch the last glimmer of vitality pass

    Yes, everyone is dead!

    When Nagini came back again, he saw Wilson, who had been wrapped up, tidying up his guns.

    He looks as if

    Full of fighting spirit?

    Looking at the bullets with blood stains on the ground, Nagini looked strange. He asked Wilson uncertainly, "what are you doing?"

    Wilson''s face was excited. He had to say that he was a real tough guy. After all, not everyone can get bullets for himself, nor can anyone maintain vigorous energy and excitement under such circumstances:

    "Nagini, listen to me, this is an opportunity! Although I don''t know what''s going on outside, I know those guys must have suffered heavy casualties. I''ll go out to attract fire later, and you''ll find a chance to leave."

    Nagini looked more and more strange. He opened his mouth and explained, "Wilson, I think..."

    But Wilson didn''t give Nagini a chance to explain. He waved his strong arm angrily, as if he couldn''t feel the pain of tearing the wound:

    "Enough, stop talking! This is our last and best chance. If you can survive, remember to hold the best funeral for Mrs. Samantha."

    Looking at Wilson, who looked like an angry lion, Nagini sighed, "listen to me..."

    But Wilson roared again. He looked at Nagini excitedly, and his eyes were very dignified and sincere: "there''s nothing to say! Remember, we must survive!"

    With these words, Wilson moved his strong body. He was like a knight who knew he would die but still launched a fierce charge in those Epic Games.

    With the belief of death and glory, he turned his life into the last candle to illuminate Nagini''s life path. At this moment, his body and soul shouted:

    "Ah! You damn bastards, shit! Go to hell!!"

    "Dada dada!"

    The muzzle of the gun was ablaze with flames. Wilson was very fierce at this moment. He was almost as fierce as the governor carrying the fire cannon, but Nagini''s only feeling was that he wanted to laugh.

    What is this?

    Fight with the air?

    Nagini helplessly looked at the flexible fat man who shot wildly and jumped back and forth around the bunker. Finally, Nagini couldn''t bear it. He could only hit the desert eagle with empty ammunition on Wilson''s head.

    Wilson was stunned. He didn''t notice the abnormality outside, or he never thought that all the enemies would die. He only knew that the clutter outside had fought a wave. It was a good opportunity for Nagini to escape here.

    He subconsciously thought it was his powerful firepower that kept the enemy down.

    Of course, it can also be said that after all, the dead have no ability to look up.

    Looking at Nagini standing there foolishly, Wilson shouted angrily and anxiously, "what are you doing? Run, my ammunition can''t suppress them for long!"

    But Nagini had more helplessness on his face. He walked over to Wilson and looked a little strange: "Wilson, seriously, you need to go to the hospital to see your brain. I feel that the previous explosion has done great damage to your brain."

    Wilson was stunned. He was not the most intelligent type, but he was by no means a fool. He soon understood Nagini''s meaning and flashed an unbelievable surprise in his eyes: "you mean no one?"

    Nagini shrugged. "What else? What do you think I was doing just now?"

    Wilson was stunned. He stopped shooting. There was no one around. Except the sound of rain, he could only hear his breathing and heartbeat. His face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Sometimes white, sometimes red.

    Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief. The strong man who seemed to be able to tear up polar bears sat on the ruins. He looked at Nagini with his own ferocious eyes: "why didn''t you remind me just now? Did you mean it? Yes, you just want to see me make a fool of yourself!"

    Nagini touched his nose. He was stunned. Then he looked at Wilson helplessly: "you should be glad I didn''t bring a camera."

    Seriously, Nagini really had the idea of taking pictures of Wilson.

    Ten, twenty, or even thirty years later, when Wilson has become the leader of a world-class criminal group, and when the name Jinbo is mentioned in the whole new York, or even the whole world, it will make people tremble.

    Take out the embarrassing photos of Wilson at the moment. Wilson''s expression at that time must be very interesting.

    However, the smell in the air still made Nagini subconsciously ask, "Wilson, where''s your car? Don''t tell me you didn''t drive here?"

    Wilson was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes, and a look of self thought he was very smart on his face: "I rented it. It''s Ferrari. How can I be willing to drive it?"

    Yes, Wilson came by taxi.

    He thought he would die, so he put all his property in the safe, and his Ferrari would be transferred to Nagini''s name after his death.

    Seems to have lost the chance to own a Ferrari and become a millionaire?

    You know, it''s 1989!

    Ignoring Wilson, who thought he was very smart, Nagini sighed and patted each other on the shoulder.

    Six-year-old Nagini is thin and has 400 pounds of Wilson. Even if he sits on the ground, he is still a giant. The wonderful combination of the two gives people a very strange but very harmonious feeling.

    Beauty and beast?

    Green dragon and Zhengtai?

    With a helpless sigh, Nagini gave the other party a gloating expression: "tell you good news, you''re going home."

    Wilson was stunned. A flash of confusion flashed in his eyes: "why?"

    "Boom!" there was a loud explosion, and Wilson''s face became a little ugly,

    Before that, the bullet passed through the rain curtain and hit a bus outside. Nagini smelled the smell of gasoline leakage. At the same time, he had a bad hunch in his heart.

    Facts have proved that the Basilisk evolved from infancy to growth, not only enhanced its strength, but also its invisible sixth sense, so an explosion that was not very good-looking but full of impact began.

    Looking at a car that exploded into a huge fireball and Wilson with an ignorant face, Nagini patted each other on the shoulder: "now you know why?"

    "What should we do now?"

    "Go to the hospital, of course, if you don''t want to die from losing too much blood."

    "But it''s raining now, and the nearest hospital is more than ten kilometers away from here."

    "So what? It''s not the bus I detonated."

    "Nagini, where are you going?"

    "MIA is still waiting for me at home. Bye."

    "Damn it, you can''t leave me alone! Mrs. Samantha would be angry if she knew!"

    "I''m sorry, Mrs. Samantha is in heaven, and you will only go to hell, so Mrs. Samantha can''t know about it."

    "Shet! This heartless little bastard!"

    The rain in Los Angeles didn''t stop. As Nagini said, he had to go home with little Lori, so he had to say sorry to Wilson.

    But considering his physical condition?

    He should have no problem... Right?

    At the same time, under the farko cabinet, who was drinking Raffi for 59 years, he looked at his mobile phone and flashed a touch of irritability in his eyes.

    He just called Booz, but all he got was to turn it off.

    Looking at the black sky, he had a bad feeling in his heart.