The fourth day of Wilson's visit coincided with Nagini's visit to Lady Samantha.
Owen was testing his Dodge Challenger early in the morning. Of course, this muscle car's other name was Hellcat. Just like her name, she was a wild cat that brandished her claws. She came from hell, and only the strongest could conquer her.
And Owen happened to be the strongest in the underground racetrack!
Naginitão felt that Wilson was targeting him. Although it sounded like a fantasy, as he was only a six-year-old child, he strongly believed that Wilson was targeting him. Otherwise, why would it be a Friday?
Why couldn't it be another day?
Wilson, that bastard, must have done it on purpose. He knew that Lady Samantha could restrain him, so he arranged for a Friday.
That's right, that must be it!
He ate the freshly baked finger biscuits and gulped down a large mouthful of milk. It was as if he treated Wilson as food. He swallowed in large mouthfuls to vent his dissatisfaction.
But then again, so what if he was dissatisfied?
After all, he was only a six-year-old child.
Of course, Naginitão had a way to solve this problem. The Growth Potion was a good thing that could allow him to grow quickly, but the problem was, how could he do it?
Running on the street and asking strangers if they were from New York?
Don't mess around, he didn't want to be a lunatic.
Moreover, if he killed the wrong person, there would be a corpse left at the scene.
Naginitão had tested 56 types of animals, 84 types of plants, from mammals to cold-blooded animals, including monkeys, which were the closest to humans. When they were poisoned to death, they left behind a corpse, not a pile of ashes.
Four weeks ago, the killer who attacked the Angel Orphanage.
The reason why he turned into ashes had nothing to do with the amount of poison he injected. The real reason was that the killer was a New Yorker. Naginitão received the system notification that he had completed the mission. He confirmed the killer's identity and confirmed that the New Yorker would turn into ashes after death.
Moreover, Naginitão guessed that the Growth Potion's real effect was not to grow, but to activate a certain power in his body. This power was the gray energy that merged into his body when the New Yorker turned into ashes.
Although he couldn't figure out the reason, he knew that New Yorkers treated him differently.
So, if he killed the wrong person, what should he do with the corpse?
Swallow it?
This was a good choice, and his body didn't dislike it, but his mind was against it.
Indeed, relying solely on eating and sleeping would only result in meager growth. However, compared to the higher rewards and the higher risks of hunting, Naginitão still chose the former.
After all, it was only 1989. There was still a long way to go before the era of demons.
Moreover, could Naginitão really control him?
After all, once a person's desires were triggered, it would be much more difficult to restrain the monster. Was he really going to sacrifice the relationship he had built with Lady Samantha and Owen's family to go against the whole world?
No, Naginitão would not choose that.
Moreover, he was very rational. He knew that he was digging his own grave by doing this.
The waters of this world were very deep. Don't forget the Supreme Mage in New York. She, who controlled magic and the power of darkness, could kill him as easily as squashing an ant.
At night, Lady Samantha accompanied Naginitão to watch Tom and Jerry. This was a long-lasting cartoon that one would never get tired of watching.
However, Lady Samantha was in her seventies, so after watching TV with Naginitão for a while, she went to bed early.
As Lady Samantha fell into a deep sleep, Naginitão couldn't help but smirk.
His body gradually changed. His pajamas slid off his body, revealing a body that was as thick as a bowl and covered in fine black scales. A pair of dark golden, emotionless eyes sized up this new world.
Perhaps the effects of the Growth Potion were too strong, but in the past four weeks, his body length had only grown by 30 centimeters. However, as a 5.1-meter-long venomous snake, he was already considered a colossus.
One must know that the world's largest cobra, the current record was only 5.58 meters.
As for the basilisk Nagini Tang, whether it was in terms of strength, speed, or venom.
Even the king cobra couldn't compare to him.
Name: Don Nagini
Race: Basilisk
Status: Normal
Level: Juvenile (Juvenile, Growth, Mature, Complete)
Growth: 77%
Current Points: 1
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Main Mission: Destroy New York (Unique)
Mission Description: Destroy New York, you can do it, you can do it!
Mission Progress: 0.1%
Mission Reward: Return to the original world
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Side Mission: The Growth of Nagini the Basilisk (2/2) (Recurring Mission, repeatable)
Mission Description: Kill three New Yorkers. That's right, the mission is that simple.
Mission Progress: 0%
Mission Reward: Type II Growth Potion (Can increase growth)
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Breakthrough Mission: The Trial of Nagini the Basilisk (Unique)
Mission Description: There are gains and losses. Go to the Amazon, devour ten Blood Orchids, and complete the trial of the Basilisk.
Mission Progress: 0%
Mission Reward: Can activate a second race (the first race will not be taken away)
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Crossing the dilapidated road and climbing the ancient treetops, Naginitão blended in with the darkness, or rather, his nature was the darkness.
On a street with a diameter of fifteen kilometers from the Angel Orphanage, there were countless thrill-seeking teenagers gathered here. It was a crazy carnival.
In 1989, Los Angeles was still the most developed place in the United States. The surrounding economy spurred by stars created hundreds of thousands of jobs, but were they happy?
No, they were not happy. They wore masks every day to live.
Humans were creatures that yearned for the light, but there was always unavoidable darkness in this world. In order to protect themselves, they chose to wear masks and move forward.
This was the sorrow of adults. They were tired, and they needed a drink or a night of indulgence to redeem their depressed souls.
Of course, the exciting underground racing was also a good choice.
Except for guns, nothing was more exciting than the roar of the motor. Every underground racing was a carnival.
10 kilometers of unlimited racing. You could add any parts to the car, even if your fuel tank was filled with nitrous oxide (the fuel for the nitrogen acceleration system). As long as you ran fast enough, no one would care.
Tonight, it was another exciting race. Although there were only two people, this was indeed a contest between two kings of underground racing. The king from New York, Hans, was going to challenge the king of Los Angeles, Owen.
This was an exciting battle of the century. In the past, at least four cars were needed to start the race. Today, only two cars were needed. It was not that the others were unwilling to compete, but they did not dare to.
This was a contest between kings. Their collision was enough to tear the body and soul of any racer, turning their car into a pile of parts that could only be sold as scrap iron.
At the end of the track, at the end of the lift bridge, a group of hot girls and crazy fans stood a few people who did not fit in with the surroundings.
They were dressed in suits and leather collars. They looked like senators who were about to attend an important meeting, but in fact, they were criminals. They were drug lords who controlled the Los Angeles docks and sold detergent. Everyone's hands were stained with blood.
Every place had its own rules. Los Angeles was a place where good people mingled with bad people. Corruption was allowed here, but chaos was not allowed. What if there was chaos?
Then the chaos must be resolved!
According to the old rules, this would be a duel, just like in Western movies.
But due to the influence of some unknown force, Los Angeles now chose to settle its grievances with racing.
Of course, this change was reasonable. It tested your overall power.
Those who could create chaos were not weak. Before the chaos completely broke out, the racers and racers would become chess pieces in the battle. You could assassinate, threaten, or bribe the racers of the other side. In short, you could use any means. There were only four words in this battle — the winner was king!
The downside of this was that as long as the person who made the rules lost power, Los Angeles would be in complete chaos. However, the advantage was that it was highly efficient and could minimize bloodshed. Judging from the current situation, the tree in Los Angeles was still very healthy.