Chapter 19 Hiss

Los Angeles, in the hot summer wind, Angel Orphanage.

The six-year-old Naginitang was pounding his fingers on the table wildly. His expression was anxious and his eyebrows were irritable. He had already arrived at the Angel Orphanage half an hour ago and was about to suck the last trace of patience in his heart.

According to normal circumstances, the guy named Hant who Wilson contacted him should have contacted him for a long time, but the phone call that had not sounded for a long time made Nagini's mood heavier and worried.

The afternoon sun shone on Nagini's body, and his tender face changed a little.

He tried to call Wilson several times, but he was eventually restrained.

When I called before, I learned from Wilson that the other party was heading to the airport to pick the plane. The estimated time was that if everything went well, Mrs. Samantha should be at the operating table now, and Wilson should be as anxious as she did.

You can't be too far-fetched. Nagini is already satisfied if Wilson can help him. He doesn't want to bother Wilson at this time.

"Dingling!"

The phone rang, and almost the same time the phone rang, Nagini answered the phone: "Hey, is it Hant? How about Irving? Is he suspended?"

A series of problems were spit out of the mouth like a machine gun.

But for a moment, a familiar voice came: "Nagini, I'm Wilson."

Nagini was stunned, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Wilson, how is Madame Samantha? Was the operation going well? When the matter here is resolved, I will go see Madame Samantha and tell her not to worry."

But what made his heart sank was that Wilson, opposite the phone, did not continue to speak, but was silent for a long time.

This changed Nagini's face, and a bad idea couldn't help but emerge in his heart. A dry smile appeared on his face: "Wilson, don't make trouble, tell me, what you are going to say next is not bad news."

On the other end of the phone, Wilson held the steering wheel tightly, and the terrible force twisted the steering wheel. He bit his lower lip, almost biting his lips:

"Sorry, Irving died on the last lap track, and Hant didn't have time to stop him. A guy named Kenny rushed out of the inside on the last corner and he hit Irving's bumper."

Nagini was silent. When he knew that Irving was in the professional modification car competition, he had a bad premonition. This is the case with the Murphy effect. The more he didn't want it to happen, the more likely it would happen.

As he thought, Destiny, Bichi never gave up targeting him. This time, Bichi succeeded. He took away his close relatives from him, and this result made him so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Nagini closed his eyes, he remained silent for a long time, forcing himself to prevent his emotions from getting out of control: "I will deal with this matter, where is Madame Samantha? Tell me she is fine, haven't you hired the best doctor? She must be cured, right?"

Irving's death was extremely deadly to Naginetta.

The blow had already left his heart unable to bear it, and he was desperate to hope that Wilson would bring good news to his about to break his heart.

But what made Nagini extremely desperate was that Wilson was silent for a long time: "She died, the doctor did not come. He died in an explosion, when I left."

"Clang!"

The phone slipped from his hand, and Nagini stood there blankly like a clay sculpture. The bright sunlight shone on him, and Nagini couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Madame Samantha died and Irving was also dead. A strange feeling gradually broke out from the broken heart, as if the world was no longer attached to it, and even felt that it was good to destroy the world. It was actually good to take everyone to die together.

"Click!"

The door was opened, and Wilson, who was as strong as a wall, appeared in front of the Angel Orphanage at some point. He was tied with a bandage on his body, and his expression was not as energetic as a few days ago. At this moment, he was filled with the smell of decadence. He stood there like a useless fat old dog.

Looking at Nagini standing in front of the phone, standing there like a statue.

For some reason, he felt that there was a very terrifying smell on Nagini at this moment.

Unlike one's own blackness and evil, it is pure destruction and destruction.

If it were before, Wilson would have said something, but now he looked at Nagini and was silent for a long time, with a lot of words choking in his throat, and finally there was only a pale apology: "Nagini, I'm sorry."

He twisted his neck stiffly, and the sun shone through Nagini's forehead. Half dark and half bright. The strange tone made Nagini's body more weird and distorted at this moment.

He was silent for a moment, and a expression was barely squeezed out of his face, making a hoarse voice from his throat that was not as good as that of a human being: "It shouldn't be an accident? Mrs. Samantha and Irving both died today, which is a coincidence."

Nagini hopes Wilson can give the answer he wishes to hear.

Because this will push everything to the damn Bichi of Destiny, not him and their stupidity.

Although this idea is selfish, Nagini really feels that his heart can't bear it because it's so painful.

But Wilson opened his mouth, he was silent for a long time, he didn't want to tell Nagini the facts, the other party's condition made him very uneasy, Wilson was afraid that Nagini would do impulsive things. But looking at the bright eyes that used to be dim at this moment, he finally sighed:

"I have no evidence, but I'm 90% sure it's not an accident. Nagini, I'm sorry."

Nagini smiled. His face was pale and weak, and he raised his tender arms with a hint of pain. Nagini pointed to the outer door with a smirk: "Get out."

It sounded calmly, but it seemed to drain Nagini's whole body.

Wilson pursed his lips, and he looked at Nagini's face, his eyes flashed with guilt and worry: "I'm right outside the door, if you need anything, you can call..."

Before he finished speaking, Naginina's young body let out a hysterical roar, and he shouted wildly:

"Get out! I'll let you get out!"

Sharp and even harsh sounds, with madness and pleading

The pupils contracted, and the black pupils turned into dark golden cold light at this moment, and the whites of the eyes were filled with blood, like blood-colored snakes wrapped around their eyes.

A twisted and weird emotion was conveyed on his tender face. At this moment, Nagini was filled with an unsettling aura. His trembling body seemed to be squirming under his skin, as if something was about to break out of the ground in the next second!

Wilson took a step back and felt a dangerous, fatal threat in Nagini.

And he was extremely sure that this threat was not emitted by the other party unconsciously, but that Nagini really wanted to kill him, and the other party had the ability to kill him, but the other party did not take action.

The trembling body was not activate the disturbing power in the body, but was suppressing this power, preventing emotions from getting out of control and killing itself.

Wilson retreated and he closed the door.

And the moment he closed the door, Nagini released himself, and he let out an unprecedented hissing, with sadness, anger, and unsuppressed sadness.

The animals around seemed to sense something.

Mouses escaped from the dark sewer crazily, and the beautiful North American cardinals flapped their wings desperately, while cats and dogs let out restless cry.

In the sun, a pure black snake raised its neck and made an extremely shrill voice.

He wanted to cry very much, but the snake had no tear glands, so even if he was sad, he could not shed a single tear.

Wilson sat at the door, feeling the creepy breath and hissing behind him, and lit a cigarette silently.

As time passed by minute by minute, the sky gradually darkened, and the unsettling aura gradually subsided in the Angel Orphanage.

After a long time, the silent Nagini walked out and looked at the strong man at the door: "I want to go back, don't tell Mia about this. If possible, let Toledo come back later."

Wilson stood up, with a little more blood on his bandage. The previous explosion injured Wilson and should have been treated in full, but he briefly bandaged and came back.

He looked at Nagini, with guilt flashing in his eyes: "Nagini, I'm really sorry."

Nagini shook his head, he raised his head, his tender face with indifference: "Call me Nagini Tang, we are not familiar with it."

Wilson smiled bitterly, he understood what Nagini meant, he messed up this matter:

"Well, Nagini Tang, what are you going to do? Don't be impulsive, they are all executioners who kill without blinking. Can you leave it to me to solve it? I promise to give you a satisfactory answer."

Nagini stopped, and there was a faint dark golden color on his pupils: "Wilson, I made a mistake, I will not make a second mistake."

Was Wilson screwed up?

No! Nagini knew very well that if he killed that man that day, nothing would have happened.
Chapter completed!