Naginitão's face was a little ugly, or rather, extremely ugly.
If there was no problem with his memory, the race that led to Owen's death was the last round of the Professional Modified Car Competition!
He remembered that in the last lap of the competition, Owen was overtaken by a lunatic inside the lane. At 190 kilometers per hour (120 miles per hour in the original novel), he hit the bumper and died on the spot!
If Nagini had a word that he hated, it would definitely be in the top five of the Professional Modified Car Competition.
Nagini's ugly face scared the little loli beside him. She had never seen Naginitão's face so ugly. His pale face made him look like a dead man.
This made her very worried, and she subconsciously asked, "Nagini, what's wrong with you?
Why do you look so pale? Don't scare me. "
Nagini forced a smile on his face and shook his head. "Maybe it's because I ate the ice cream in a hurry. My stomach hurts a little. I'll go to the bathroom."
With that, Naginitão left under Mia's worried gaze.
At this moment, his mind was in a mess. The term "Professional Modified Car Competition" gave him a bad feeling. Owen would die in a race, and according to the normal course of events, Owen would not die in this competition.
After Owen's death, Toledo was locked up in the detention center because of a fight. At that time, although Mia was underage, she had the ability to survive independently.
So, Mia should have been in the eighth or ninth grade at that time. (American middle schools are divided into junior high school education: 7-9, senior high school education: 10-12.)
In other words, it would take at least three to five years for this tragedy to happen.
But for some reason, after receiving this news, Najini had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.
He left the school in a hurry. Toledo and Owen went to participate in the Professional Modified Car Competition. He couldn't contact them at all. It was 1989 now, not 2019. Every family might have a landline, but a phone was definitely a rare thing.
Nagini could not contact Owen and Toledo. The only thing he could do was to find Wilson and see if he had any way to contact Owen.
On the way to the Los Angeles airport, the burly Wilson drove the Ferrari he had just bought on the asphalt road of Los Angeles that was washed by the hot sea breeze.
The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. From his expression, Wilson seemed to be in a good mood.
In fact, recently, Wilson had been in a good mood.
He came out of New York with nothing but a car and less than a hundred kilograms of detergent.
Alone in this unfamiliar city, Wilson single-handedly killed the backbone of the Savage Club and replaced it.
In just a few short months, Wilson, who had nothing at the time, now had wealth, status, and even saved his family from the clutches of his illness.
He was very happy, and he had the right to be happy.
What he needed to do now was to welcome a world-class doctor.
The other party was called Edward. Although he was an underground doctor, he had been in medicine for decades and cured countless cancer patients. This time, he came to Los Angeles for a vacation and helped Lady Samantha with a small operation.
Of course, Wilson had to pay one million dollars.
What did one million dollars mean in 1989?
Hundreds of millions of dollars might be exaggerated, but in the future, the purchasing power of one million dollars was no less than tens of millions of dollars.
This was a number that would make anyone call crazy. But Edward was different. Although he was not famous, his medical skills were very good. He was the best in the world and even surpassed the medical skills of this era.
For Wilson, although one million dollars was hard to accept, Lady Samantha's life was priceless. He believed in his ability. He believed that he could earn countless millions, but there was only one Lady Samantha.
However, when Wilson was about to arrive at the airport, his phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number. Wilson could not help but frown.
Only a few people knew his mobile phone number. Obviously, this number was not one of the numbers he knew. He hesitated for a moment and finally answered the phone.
"You are?"
On the other end of the phone, Nagini in the phone booth breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly said, "Wilson, that's great. You finally answered the phone. I'm Nagini. Do you know about the Professional Modified Car Competition?"
The black Ferrari was elegant with a hint of toughness, like a refined beast. Inside the car, a hint of doubt flashed across Wilson's eyes. He could hear the anxiety in Najini's voice, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
"I'm not very sure. What's wrong?
Nagini, speak slowly. "
Taking a deep breath, Nagini suppressed the rising irritation in his heart due to his uneasiness. A hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes. "Toledo and Owen are going to participate in this competition today. I have a bad feeling about this."
Wilson, who was in the car, frowned. A flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. "I remember that the registration for the competition was closed last month."
Although he had no interest in racing, he knew about the Professional Modified Car Competition.
However, he knew about it because of his subordinate, the underground racing god from New York, Hunter.
Hunter had mentioned to him some time ago that he regretted not being able to participate in the Professional Modified Car Competition.
At that time, Wilson casually chatted with him. He did not expect Hunter to be so talkative. A bunch of unfamiliar terms and technical terms made Wilson's head hurt.
Therefore, Wilson had some shallow understanding of this competition.
According to the information Wilson had received, Owen was preparing for his bet during the registration period of the Professional Modified Car Competition. So, like Hunter, he would miss this competition.
But after hearing Wilson's doubts, Nagini became more and more irritable. "That's the crux of the problem!
How did Owen get into the competition that has been closed?
I have a bad feeling. Wilson, I need your help. "
Wilson was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head. "Sorry, Nagini.
I'm picking up a doctor at the Los Angeles airport. He will cure Lady Samantha today. "
Nagini was stunned, and a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
For him, Lady Samantha and Owen were of the same weight in his heart.
But Wilson was different. In his heart, Lady Samantha was irreplaceable.
But a moment later, the disappointment in Nagini's eyes disappeared, and he perked up again. "It's okay, Wilson. I understand.
But can you help me find the location of the competition and the phone number of the organizer?
I need it urgently. "
This time, the strong man in the Ferrari did not remain silent. He readily agreed to Nagini's request. "Of course, I have a friend who is participating in the competition. I believe he will be willing to help you."
Nagini breathed a sigh of relief, and a flash of gratitude flashed in his eyes. "Thank you."
But on the other end of the phone, Wilson shook his head. "It's nothing. We are friends, and I didn't help much."
Hearing Wilson's words, Nagini smiled and said sincerely, "But for me, this is already a great help.
Wilson, if you have any trouble, you can come to me at any time. Trust me, I won't let you down. "
Wilson did not care about Nagini's words.
In his opinion, a six-year-old child, even if he had the ability, could not help him.
But what he thought was different from what he said. The adult world was so complicated. Wilson nodded and did not mention this matter again.
"Okay, do you have time now?
I can ask this friend to contact the Angel Orphanage. "
Nagini looked at the clock on the teaching building not far away. He estimated the time in his heart. "I have time now.
Half an hour, no, 21 minutes later, I will appear at the Angel Orphanage. "
Bus 304 was not far away. Nagini had to go to the Angel Orphanage.
As for classes?
He did not care.