S.h.i.e.l.d. - Nick Frey, the hell kitchen controls - Kimo (Wilson Fisk), plus the absent s.h.l.d. - Daisy Johnson, and many people Nagini knows or doesn''t know.

    Mrs. Samantha''s funeral made Nagini more and more sure that the angel orphanage was the marvel version of Akam madhouse.

    But then again, Nagini really didn''t think that Nick Frey and Mrs. Samantha knew each other, and their relationship seemed to be very good.

    The reaction of Wilson and Nick Frey, who thought they had a good relationship, surprised Nagini.

    And the Falco cabinet?

    I don''t know why, when Nagini heard the name, he inexplicably thought of a real big man in DC Gotham!

    But considering that this is marvelous rather than DC, Nagini couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

    You know, when the big man ruled Gotham, the penguins were still holding umbrellas, and the Riddler was just a freak who no one cared about. The ice fire forest man (frozen man + firefly) was still a small minion worth mentioning. As for the director Gordon with a click in his heart? His stupidity and incompetence are a headache.

    As for the clown?

    He''s really just a clown in the circus. (early generation clown)

    Dinner is at spago restaurant, which has the best California restaurant in Los Angeles, standard Western-style dining table, white tablecloth, polished silver knives and forks, and exquisite sobering device.

    The decoration of the restaurant is very exquisite. Although it is full of luxury, it won''t make you feel vulgar.

    When Wilson and Nagini came, falca did not appear under the cabinet. The waiter of the restaurant warmly entertained them. The routine of pretending to force and beating faces did not appear. This high-end restaurant never judges people by appearance.

    However, falca''s cabinet did not keep them waiting. He is a person who pays great attention to the concept of time. The agreed time is three o''clock, and he will never be a minute late.

    The catering wine is Lafite of 59 years. Many people think that Lafite of 82 years is the classic, but now it is 89 years. Compared with Lafite of 59 years, Lafite of 82 years is obviously not mellow enough. Moreover, in the 20th century, both 59 and 82 of Lafite''s four major years are on the list.

    When he first met with falca''s cabinet, Nagini felt very good. The other party didn''t look like a gangster at all, but felt like an Italian aristocrat.

    Tall and burly, with white hair and a certain degree of baldness.

    I don''t know whether it''s because of his age or because he hasn''t exercised for many years. Falka''s cabinet is a little fat. He has a kind face, wearing a black windbreaker and a round hat.

    It looks like an old gentleman, giving people infinite favor.

    His aura is very strong. At the moment of his appearance, you will feel inexplicably that the old man deserves respect.

    Nagini has only seen this aura in one person, that is Mrs. Samantha!

    Except for Mrs. Samantha, whether Owen, the future Toledo, or Wilson, and Nick Frey, who had just had dinner together, they didn''t have this aura.

    Even Wilson and Nagini, who are also members of the gangster, don''t think the other party will have a similar aura in the future. This is the aura of the old generation alone, which can''t be raised by the new generation.

    He smiled, patted Wilson on the shoulder, took a candy from his pocket and handed it to Nagini.

    Nagini sniffed. He looked at Wilson in surprise.

    nervous?

    I smell tension on Wilson?

    After the meal, the imaginary tension did not appear. The falca cabinet friendly pulled Wilson to the table. He was very kind to Nagini, and even gave Nagini the dessert bacon cheese macarone.

    The reason is just that Nagini said that this dish is delicious.

    The atmosphere at the table is awesome. If you know that the two sides are not friends, Wilson is likely to die in the hands of the cabinet of the French cabinet if he is not enough to help him last night.

    But strangely, the atmosphere at the dinner table is so harmonious that people feel unreal.

    Falco put down his knife under the cabinet. The old man took a sip of red wine and tasted it carefully. He looked at Wilson kindly:

    "I haven''t been so happy for a long time. Do you know red wine? I didn''t know wine before, but later I found that wine is the same as people. The older it is, the more mellow it is."

    "And wine is like people. Opening a bottle of wine is like knowing a person. Before you wake up, you won''t understand the taste of the bottle of wine. It''s like you can''t know the essence of a person without contact."

    Wilson frowned, and the atmosphere in front of him made him very uncomfortable. He would rather fight for life and death as soon as he entered the door than eat here with the man in front of him.

    There was a strong aura on the other side. Wilson wanted to break through the suppression of this aura, but no matter what he did, he finally got despair. He took a deep breath and looked a little reluctant:

    "Under Falco''s cabinet, if you have anything to say, just say it. I don''t understand wine."

    Falcone looked at Wilson with a smile on his face, but the atmosphere of the restaurant became dignified. He put down his glass and pointed to Wilson with a smile: "interrupting other people''s conversation is a very impolite behavior, but I like your directness."

    A pair of narrowed eyes looked at Wilson, the kind-hearted old man. His eyes twinkled with thinking. Finally, he sighed: "leave Los Angeles and never come back. I can act as if nothing had happened."

    Wilson was stunned. His face was a little ugly: "isn''t it fair? I beat down the business in Los Angeles."

    But Falco shook his head under the cabinet, and a touch of seriousness flashed in his eyes:

    "I let you win the business in Los Angeles. I know what you''re thinking. I respect Samantha very much. She is one of the few people I dare not touch in my life, because she will make me ashamed. I''m very sad about Samantha''s death."

    "But you can''t blame me for this. Everything you bear now is because of yourself. I gave you a chance, but you didn''t seize it. Her death is because of your greed and arrogance!"

    Wilson''s face was a little ugly. He looked at Falco''s cabinet: "what about Booz?"

    Falco shook his head under the cabinet. He looked at Wilson seriously: "that''s why I''m willing to let you leave instead of killing you."

    With these words, Falco''s cabinet turned to look at Nagini. He had deep eyes and a kind smile on his face:

    "By the way, and you, Nagini don, a magical kid."

    Wilson was stunned, and his face suddenly changed: "under Falco''s cabinet, what do you mean?"

    He suddenly felt that it was a mistake to bring Nagini here tonight. It was terrible under Falco''s cabinet. He was more terrible than rumored!

    Facing the nervous Wilson, Falco shook his head under the cabinet, with a mocking smile on his face:

    "Take it easy. I know how cruel this child is. Although I can''t live for a few years, I don''t want to die now. Owen has a son named Dominic Toledo. I heard that he was jailed for murder not long ago."

    Wilson looked at Nagini, and now Nagini''s six-year-old face had faded. He didn''t want to, but the other party mentioned Toledo. The other party was one of his few families. He looked up at Falcone with a cold look like a poisonous snake: "what do you want to do?"

    Nagini''s eyes were very cold, which made Falco''s cabinet frown. His face didn''t change much, but his face was more dignified:

    "Your eyes are very dangerous. I''ve seen a lot of people, but such dangerous eyes are the first time I''ve seen them. If I say Andy wants to replace me and I have to fight Andy for self-protection, Samantha and Owen have nothing to do with me. Even if I know in advance, I''ll send someone to protect them. Do you believe it?"

    Nagini licked his lower lip. He was silent for a long time. The indifference in his eyes gradually disappeared and replaced by the childishness of a six-year-old: "I believe."

    At the moment when Nagini believed, the dignified face of Falco''s cabinet slowly dispersed. He breathed a sigh of relief and drank the red wine in the glass. Then he got up and pushed a box of biscuits to Nagini from the waiter:

    "Wilson, I have a friend in New York. Andy''s business has been handled, so you can rest assured to go back."

    "As for Nagini? This is the finger biscuit I prepared for you. Although I know it can''t compare with Samantha''s craft, I hope you like it."

    "Finally, I''m sorry. I know it''s impolite to leave now, but I want to talk to Samantha and say sorry to her."

    Then he got up and took the black round brimmed top hat from the waiter. Like an old gentleman, he left gracefully. Wilson looked at the figure of Falco''s cabinet leaving, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes:

    "What should I do?"

    Nagini took a biscuit out of the box and threw it into her mouth: "what do you want me to say? Spago''s biscuits are very good?"

    Wilson rolled his eyes. He said with some irritability, "you know what I mean."

    But Nagini shook his head and sighed, "you''re right. Falcone is a pretty terrible guy!"

    Wilson''s eyes flashed a doubt: "what do you mean?"

    Nagini shook his head. He didn''t explain, "Wilson, leave sometime."

    Falcone didn''t lie. Nick Frey was full of lies in front of Nagini. He didn''t believe that his tongue would fail here.

    So it wasn''t Falcone who eventually led to the deaths of Mrs. Samantha and Owen.

    There are many killers, Andy, Wilson, and even himself.

    I don''t want to admit it, but this is the truth.

    There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn''t know why. He felt that the biscuit was a little bitter.