marvel monster

Chapter 22 The cunning fat man

Palmdale, Vienna Hotel,

Looking through the glass at the alley not far away, where Kenny was almost beaten to death by Toledo, the strong black man turned to look at Andy, who was tasting 82-year-old Lafite.

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

The 82 Lafite is the world's top wine, but don't forget it's 1989. .1kanshu

Putting down the wine glass casually, Andy shook his head with a hint of disappointment, "Don't worry, call the police after he dies."

The strong black man on the side shook his head. He looked at his boss strangely, "I don't think that kid can beat Kenny to death. He doesn't have the courage."

Andy shrugged and glanced at the strong black man. "What does that have to do with us? I only know that when we found Kenny, he had been beaten to death."

The black man was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on his face, "I understand, I will take care of it."

Ignoring the cruel thoughts of his men, Andy shook his glass. He pondered for a moment and asked, "How's it going over there in Los Angeles?"

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

Andy shook his head, put down his wine glass, and his eyes flickered, "No, we're going back now."

The strong black man was stunned. He looked at his boss with some confusion, "Why?"

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

Andy glanced at the burly black man.

This minion is easy to use and easy to use, but unfortunately it doesn't like to use its brain.

But this is also the reason why he is willing to let the other person follow him.

He thought for a while and finally explained, "If I go back now, I will be a hero. But when Wilson dies, I will only be a hyena eating leftovers."

The strong black man scratched his head, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, and finally shook his head in distress, "Forget it, although I don't understand very well, but I will prepare the manpower."

At the same time, Wilson took Nagini through the streets of Los Angeles. Looking at the buildings passing by on the roadside and the gradually desolate land, Nagini couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Where are we going?"

Controlling the twisted reverse disk, Wilson replied without looking back.

"Shooting range."

Nagini was stunned. He had no idea why there was a shooting range in such a remote place, because this was Los Angeles in 1989. There were no less secrets here than New York later. What he was really confused about was that Wilson actually wanted to teach him how to shoot.

This made Nagini stunned.

"you sure"

Wilson glanced at Nagini. Although his expression was calm, his tone was serious.

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

Nagini thought for a while and answered uncertainly.

"use tools"

Wilson nodded, the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised slightly, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes, and then he asked

"Yes, a gun is a tool. The secret in you is also a tool. In your impression, I should be a reckless man who can only wave his fists."

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

"Isn't it fat man?"

Calling Wilson fat is a bit excessive, because he is not fat, but strong and powerful in the true sense.

Not everyone can be like him, with more than 4% muscle content in his body. You must know that Wilson's strength index in Marvel is , which is the same level as Spider-Man, who surpasses the limits of the human body and has ten times the normal strength.

You can say he is a freak, or you can say he is gifted.

The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology, but as a pure human being, it is by no means an easy thing to have the level of strength of Wilson or Kingpin.

Wilson ignored Nagini's comment that he was a fat man, or he did. He replied with a pun, "Of course not. I am proficient in 17 types of small and medium-sized firearms and artillery. Although I am not the best, I am definitely among the professional level." superior."

Nagini was stunned. He looked at Wilson in surprise, with a suspicious look on his face. "Are you sure?"

Wilson is over two meters tall. Although he has not reached his peak weight of over 450 pounds, his weight is close to 400 pounds and 360 kilograms. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a wall.

His palms were wide and the phalanges were thick and powerful, like carrots. Nagini doubted whether Wilson's fingers had the ability to pull the trigger.

Faced with Nagini's suspicion, Wilson looked very calm. Many people thought that they were reckless and not suitable for firearms. If they thought so, they would have fallen into the trap set by Wilson.

He nodded, with a rather proud smile on his lips, "Of course, I have never given up on training my body. Likewise, I can make reasonable use of any tool that helps me and bring out the best results. "

"I have to say, you are really a cunning bastard."

Nagini gradually realized that Wilson, like herself, had a disguise. But unlike his six-year-old disguise, Wilson's disguise is that of a reckless man and a strong body.

This is a very smart approach. It is difficult for anyone to see Wilson's true face, and those who see Wilson's true identity will usually die.

What's the point of just learning firearms on your own? Does a snake have hands? You can shoot with your mouth.

Nagini rolled her eyes "My time is valuable, and I'm not sure what I've learned to do with it."

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

But it was a pity that Nagini refused again. He admitted that what Wilson said made some sense. In fact, he also planned to learn shooting in the future in case of emergency, but that was in the future, not now.

"What you say 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 and said, "You will change your mind because I only asked for a week's leave for you. You should understand what I mean."

Nagini was stunned for a moment, and then glared at Wilson angrily. With his wisdom, he certainly understood what Wilson meant.

The other party helping you does not mean that the other party gives up revenge.

The reason why he helped Nagini was because he was afraid that Nagini would die. The cause of Nagini's death can only be a gang fight. But if Wilson solves the gang, who will Nagini fight with to avenge Owen and Mrs. Samantha?

This week's vacation was Wilson's time for Nagini. The subtext is that no matter what Nagini did, in a week, the person who killed Mrs. Samantha and Owen will pay the price.

Frowning, Nagini's eyes flashed with annoyance, "You want to stop me?"

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

"Squeak~~"

There was a harsh sound of brakes, and Wilson stopped in front of a remote warehouse. He turned to look at Nagini, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Choose, choose to accept my help. Or let me give it a try, before you do it." Solve all the troubles. I personally prefer you to choose the second option. Although it is 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, then he opened the car door and raised his middle finger at Wilson, "Wilson, I thought you were a fat guy, but now I find that you are a cunning fat guy."

With that said, he slammed the car door and walked towards the warehouse without looking back.

Don't ask why he went to the warehouse. Nagini's hearing was average, but his sense of smell was very keen. He could already smell the smell of gun oil and gunpowder that permeated the warehouse.

.

Tianjin https:.tetb.