Andy is a white man with long blonde hair, a tall nose bridge, a nearly perfect figure, and a pair of blue eyes as the ocean.

The blue color of his pupils is very deep, which will feel charming at first, but if you look at it for a long time, you will feel cold and ruthless.

Anyone who is familiar with Andy knows that this is a moody and indifferent guy like the sea.

Before Wilson came, Andy controlled one-fifth of the laundry detergent business in Los Angeles, which was the limit he could do. After all, in addition to the Japanese gangs, Los Angeles also has local forces in Los Angeles.

Although these guys are not involved in the laundry detergent business, the question is where do the poor women controlled by Hollywood stars and Japanese gangs come from?

At a restaurant in Los Angeles, Andy ate his favorite smoked beef, a restaurant specializing in meat food. Their smoked beef is simply a crime and is more addictive than laundry detergent.

You only need to take a bite, and the juice will instantly conquer your taste buds.

Andy likes this place, and his biggest regret is that it does not provide takeaway service, otherwise he would have eaten smoked beef for three meals a day.

He put a piece of beef flowing with juice into his mouth. Andy took a sip of red wine, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. Then he turned his head and looked at the strong black man beside him: "Bozzi, how are you in contact?"

Booth, the name of a black strong man, shook his head: "Boss Andy, the situation is a bit complicated. I contacted my former subordinates. They were willing to help, but they needed some money. The crazy Wilson is not easy to mess with. He has killed many people recently."

Andy shook his head and replied without hesitation: "This is nothing, now is not the time to save money. Tell your subordinates that as long as you kill Wilson, it will be fine. How is the contact between Cadet Falco?"

Carmine Falcone, the real ruler of the underground gangsters in Los Angeles, was the previous game between Wilson and Andy.

You may not know Your Excellency Falk in Los Angeles, but you must abide by the rules set by Your Excellency Falk.

However, according to rumors, the health of the Lord Falco is not as good as that of a person. After all, he has ruled Los Angeles for decades and is now an old man in his seventies.

I don't know what I thought of, a vicious light flashed in Andy's eyes.

As for Andy's question just now, Butz smiled on his face: "Court Lord Falco agreed to the invitation to dinner, but he will have to wait the night after tomorrow."

Butz thought Andy would be very happy, but in fact Andy frowned, and a gloom flashed in his eyes, as if the blue sea suddenly stormed, and he sneered:

"This cunning old fox told him that I would wait for him at the spago restaurant the night after tomorrow. The California food there was good. I remember that the wife of the Lord Falco was from California."

It is normal for Falcone to accept the invitation, but the abnormality is time.

Everyone knows that Wilson is crazy, and I believe that at most it will not exceed tonight, Wilson will get the news that he will return to Los Angeles. The subtext of the old fox is to tell Andy that only one of the two can be qualified to invite him to dinner.

But all this was in Andy's expectation, and if he was not sure, he would never come back.

He failed before because he underestimated Wilson. After experiencing failure, Andy would not underestimate anyone. He knew very well that Wilson without any foundation was a bug that could be pinched to death in front of him.

For example, these two temptations between Irving and Madame Samantha fully demonstrate how shallow Wilson's foundation is.

Andy didn't tell Booz that he didn't just want to kill Wilson when he came back this time, he wanted more!

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes by the strong black man Booth. He looked at Andy in a tangled manner: "Boss, it's hard for the chef of the spago restaurant to speak. It is said that the seats there have been booked until three months later."

But Andy shook his head and said calmly: "Don't worry, after Wilson's death, the chef of the spago restaurant will set a seat. Will Booth have a piece of beef? I feel that the beef of Dad Barry should be the best in the world."

Butz looked at the tender and juicy smoked beef, and he swallowed, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, I have a lot to do."

Andy ignored Booth's refusal, turned his head and looked at the restaurant owner not far away: "Seriously, Dad Barry, are you sure you won't let me take some beef? I can pay you a lot of money."

The restaurant owner, Dad Barry, is a white man in his fifties. At this moment, he is dealing with ingredients. Facing Andy's request, Dad Barry shook his head: "Andy, you know, my pastrami will only be given to my family. You can take it away, but I don't guarantee that you can also provide you with delicious beef."

Andy sighed, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he swallowed his last bite of beef with satisfaction: "That's so regretful."

Watching Andy leave, Dad Barry sighed, and then he dialed a number: "Wilson, is it you, you bad boy."

A minute ago, Wilson was having pizza with Nagini. The two had already solved seven boxes of 12-inch pizza, and five boxes were waiting for them to solve it. However, as the phone rings rang, Wilson looked at the phone number and got up to the corner.

He had a smile on his face: "Dad Barry? Why did you call me? Don't tell me that you prepared pastrami again today. I took away 20 pounds yesterday, and now I still have the pastrami in my mouth."

Dad Barry smiled and patted his round belly: "You deserve it, who asked you to take it all?"

Wilson shook his head helplessly: "I can't do anything, after all, it's Pastry of Bari, and I think God will forgive me."

Dad Barry was stunned, with a strange look: "Because God knows you are eating Dad Barry's pastrami?"

ps: binge eating, one of the seven deadly sins

Wilson nodded, his voice filled with pleasure: "Yes, that's it."

Dad Barry on the other end of the phone laughed: "You slick-mouthed bad guy, let me tell you something, Andy came to my restaurant just now."

Wilson was stunned. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his smile on his face calmed down, and his eyes flashed with murderous intention: "Thank you, Dad Barry."

Dad Barry sighed, and he said sadly: "Nothing, this is the last thing I can do for Samantha, those people deserve to die!"

The brief call ended, and the moment Wilson turned around, his expression returned to his previous calm again. Nagini swallowed pieces of pizza and looked at Wilson: "What happened?"

Wilson was silent for a moment, and he looked up at Nagini: "Nothing, Andy is coming back."

Nagini was stunned, his eyes suddenly sharpened, his gloomy look filled with an uneasy aura: "When?"

Wilson shook his head, his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "It may be tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, and it will not exceed three days at most."

Looking at Wilson, Nagini licked his lips, which made him frown: "What else?"

Under Nagini's eyes, Wilson inexplicably felt like he was being seen through.

He was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head. He took out several documents from the cabinet beside him: "No, this is the goal tonight. Andy is coming back. I must prepare it. I can't send you home tonight."

Then Wilson's eyes flashed with thoughts, and he thought for a while: "Although you can't send you home, you can get one hundred dollars from my safe. What you know about the password is Madame Samantha's birthday. Remember to only get one hundred dollars, I know how much money is inside."

As he said that, he patted Nagini on the shoulder, and his body was as strong as a wall, and then drove away in his twisted steering wheel Ferrari.

Looking at Wilson's back as he left, Nagini sighed. He threw away the pizza in his hand, grabbed the gun parts beside him with his slender fingers, and formed a desert eagle in the blink of an eye.

Wilson is good at lying. His lies have almost no flaws. Whether it is in his expression or condition, it seems to be true. Unfortunately, Wilson did not see Nagini licking his lips.

With a sense of smell open, no one in the world can lie in front of him as long as Nagini is willing.

And there is only one reason why Wilson lies to him, that is, Andy is back!

Otherwise, the other party would not have told himself the password of the safe. Obviously Wilson made a big move tonight, and this guy was not sure.

In other words, Wilson tonight was obsessed with the obsession of dying.
Chapter completed!