Chapter 31 No. 42-7

Maybe it was God losing his temper, maybe it was because the city of Los Angeles was in need of cleaning, and it had rained all night and there was still no sign of stopping.

Wilson did not die. He was tenacious like Xiaoqiang, but the gunshot wound and severe blood loss still caused Wilson to catch a severe cold. But Wilson was a tough guy, and even if he couldn't get a high fever, he still left the hospital.

The reason is very simple. Today is the third day of Madame Samantha's death. According to customs, today is the day when she was buried.

The gloomy sky and the atmosphere in the church was extremely depressing.

There was drizzling rain outside, and many people came to the church. The pastor read the eulogy of Madame Samantha. He repeatedly mentioned that this was a respected old woman, and he even choked up several times.

But in the end, everyone had to admit the fact that Madame Samantha died.

Her body was buried in the Los Angeles cemetery, and Wilson gave the gravekeeper a lot of money, hoping that he could help Madame Samantha regularly clean up the weeds and give a bouquet of flowers.

The gravekeeper agreed, and in fact, even if Wilson did nothing, the gravekeeper would do the same, because his adopted son was once a member of the Angel Orphanage.

Nagini looked around and wanted to find Daisy's figure, but apparently Daisy's adoptive parents didn't want their children to be exposed to something heavy as death so early.

Nagini understood that he didn't let Mia come after all.

Wilson was tied with a bandage, which made him look like a big white bear, with a bit cute in his face, but the big white bear looked sad.

Finally, Madame Samantha was buried in the soil, and everyone presented a bouquet of flowers. Some would say a few words to Madame Samantha, while others remained silent for a long time in front of Madame Samantha’s tombstone.

People don’t like death in the end, perhaps because it’s too heavy, many people come to remember Madame Samantha. They are very sincere. Nagini can feel their heartfelt sadness, but in the end they all left in a hurry.

The gloomy sky, drizzle of rain fell, and in front of the black tombstone, there were only Wilson, Nagini, and a familiar black man.

The black man came over. He was tall and looked like a comedian with neat teeth. I believe he would look good when he smiled, but at this moment he looked very heavy and patted Wilson on the shoulder:

"Man, Madame Samantha is watching you in heaven, don't be so sad, you have to tell her that you are living well."

Wilson's face was irritating a smile that was even worse than crying: "Fry, why are you here? I remember you weren't in New York?"

Fury shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "Why work, do you know how difficult it is to keep a job now. But I am very glad that the boss asked me to come to Los Angeles. Mrs. Samantha is an amazing person. Do you want a glass of wine? I treat you to the first glass."

Wilson thought for a while and finally nodded. He patted Nagini on the shoulder: "Let's go, although I can't invite you a glass of wine, I can invite you a glass of milk."

Fury was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the six-year-old child next to Wilson with a weird look: "Are you sure? Are you going to take a child to the bar?"

But Wilson rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Who said he was going to the bar? I know a restaurant with good drinks and their smoked beef is very good."

Fury should have a conflict with Wilson. Although the relationship between the two seems to be good in the news Nagini received, because when Wilson mentioned Fury two days ago, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes when he mentioned Fury.

But for some reason, after the two met, they felt like water and fire were incompatible.

Faced with Wilson's bad attitude, Fury quipped helplessly: "Okay, Los Angeles is your territory, so I can only listen to you."

Barry’s meat shop is a restaurant that is not famous but has countless repeat customers.

On the day of Madame Samantha’s funeral, Dad Barry did not go. According to him, he was unwilling to accept the fact that Madame Samantha died, so he refused to appear at the funeral.

Wilson took a sip of whiskey and looked at the feasting black man in front of him:

"Fry, say, why are you here to come to me? Don't say it's because of Madame Samantha, I'm in a bad mood today. If you dare to lie to me, I will dare to beat you!"

Fury wiped his mouth with a napkin, and a helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Okay, you know what my job is now?"

But Wilson snorted coldly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "I asked last time, but you're full of lies."

Fury could only smile bitterly at Wilson's attitude.

The reason why the two met was because of Madame Samantha.

Now Wilson's shooting skills are still taught by Fury himself, but because of his different positions and many things have happened, the friendship between the two sides has been completely broken, and it has even reached the point of never interacting with each other. Faced with Wilson's rejection, Fury could only explain helplessly:

"That's because some things cannot be said, there are confidentiality regulations. This time I came to Los Angeles mainly to investigate a special incident, with the number code 42-7, and no one can say the information here."

As he said that, Fury took out a document from his clothes, and after Wilson took the document, he glanced at it casually, and then subconsciously frowned:

"What is this? All I see are black bars. Can you find a line of unblocked sentences from here?"

Fury shook his head, a seriousness flashed in his eyes:

"Wilson, I'm sorry, but I promise this is the limit I can let you know. I know what you have done. Although I don't agree with your approach, I have to say it's very relieved. I know you, so I know that this has nothing to do with you, but someone died, and this way of death is weird. This matter is very involved. I'm here to help you."

Wilson was stunned for a moment, and a puzzle flashed in his eyes: "Missing? What does it mean?"

Fury was also stunned. He looked at Wilson. He looked at the expression in the other person's eyes that was not fake. He couldn't help but frown slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Did you make a mistake in your investigation? Wilson really doesn't know?

But Fury is professionally trained after all, and he will not easily expose his ideas, so he plans to continue testing:

"Barnett, Snoopy, Andy, do you want me to continue talking? They are not dead, but disappearing, you can't find the other person's body, as if it's gone out of thin air. I know this is not what you did, but Wilson I hope you understand, I really want to help you!"

Wilson's expression did not change much for the first two names, but the moment when Andy was mentioned?

Wilson frowned, his face changed instantly, staring at a pair of tiger eyes, slapped the table heavily:

"What do you mean? When Madame Samantha died, you policemen didn't care about anything. Now that the murderer is dead, you actually came to me? Fury, if you don't give me an explanation, I swear by Madame Samantha's grave, I will never let you go!"

Seeing that Wilson's human-shaped beast was extremely angry, Fury looked at Wilson without any fear. He looked at Wilson without any weakness.

The two old foxes with their own ulterior motives were observing the loopholes in each other's eyes at this moment, but Fury did not notice that when he mentioned these people's names, the six-year-old child next to him who was drinking milk had a difficult pupil contraction.

Nagini put down the milk cup, wiped the milk beard under his nose, and asked innocently with a tender little face: "Uncle Fury, can I take a look?"

Because of Nagini's interruption, Fury had to give up the confrontation. He shook his head and pretended to smile: "Little man, your name is Nagini, right? These things are too... for you..."

But before Fury could speak, Wilson handed the document number: 42-7 to Nagini, and gave Fury a provocative look, as if he was taking revenge on the other party.

Seeing that Nagini had already started to flip through the documents, a trace of helplessness flashed in Fury's eyes, and he waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, but you want to ask for the next glass of wine."

Although this is illegal, who will know as long as Wilson doesn't say it?

How much can a six-year-old child understand even after reading the documents?

Maybe in one or two days, you will completely forget this matter.

Nagini was browsing the number 42-7 file. He was originally a little worried, but after seeing the words world war ii and energy weapon, Nagini felt relieved.

My own worries were unnecessary. The other party obviously believed that the disappearing people were killed by the energy weapon developed by Dr. Anim Zora, one of the Hydra members during World War II.

As for the speculations behind the file?

If it weren't for knowing that this was done by himself, Nagini would have thought that there was a remnant of Hydra in Los Angeles.

But one thing is interesting, that is, the file number 42-7!

42 is the number of the city in Los Angeles, and the 7 behind it should refer to this is the 7th special event in Los Angeles. Does that mean that there are six special events before this?

He was flipping through the documents randomly, at least in Fury's eyes, Nagini was flipping through them completely.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Nagini threw the documents at the other party at will.

Seeing that Nagini did not give him any hints, Wilson thought about it, and then drank the whiskey in the glass, and a seriousness flashed in his eyes:

"Fry, I don't know what you want to do when you find me, and I don't know what it is for you to show me this useless document, but I have to tell you that I don't regret doing these things!"

As he said that, he patted Nagini on the shoulder and left with a little annoyance.

Watching the two big and small leave, Fury frowned slightly. He felt that he should have ignored something just now, but what did he ignore?

Fury frowned, his eyes flashing with thoughts.

At the same time, a hint of concern flashed in Wilson's Ferrarinet Wilson's eyes:

"Is it okay?"

"Don't worry, I just read the document and I won't doubt it."

"That's good, I didn't eat enough just now, were you?"

"Well, that Fury is not simple."

"How about I invite you to a spago?"

"Are you sure? That's a star-rated hotel."

"Someone treats you, and this person is not simple. His name is Falcone, be careful then."

"Do you want me to help?"
Chapter completed!