Director of S.H.E.L.D., Nick Frey, Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin (Wilson Fisk), as well as the absent Director of S.H.E.L.D., Daisy Johnson, as well as many other people that Nagini was not familiar with.
Lady Samantha's funeral made Nagini even more certain that the Angel Orphanage was Marvel's version of Arkham Asylum.
But then again, Nagini really did not think that Nick Frey and Lady Samantha knew each other, and the two seemed to have a good relationship.
And the reaction of Wilson and Nick Frey, who he thought were good friends, after meeting each other, made Nagini's jaw drop.
And that Sir Falcone?
For some reason, when Nagini heard this name, he inexplicably thought of a real big shot in DC's Gotham City.
But thinking that this was Marvel and not DC, Nagini couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
One must know, when that big shot ruled Gotham City, Penguin Man was still holding umbrellas for people, Riddler Man was just a freak that no one cared about, and the Icefire Foresters (Frost Man + Firefly) were not even worth mentioning. As for Director Gordon whose heart skipped a beat?
His stupidity and incompetence were simply a headache.
As for the Joker?
He was really just a clown in a circus.
(The First Joker)
Dinner was at Spago Restaurant, the best Californian restaurant in Los Angeles. The standard western dining table, white tablecloth, polished silver cutlery, and exquisite decanters were sparkling and dazzling.
The restaurant's decor was exquisite, although it carried a strong sense of luxury, it did not make one feel vulgar.
When Wilson and Nagini arrived, Sir Falcone had not yet appeared. The restaurant's waiter warmly welcomed the two of them, the usual pretentious and face-slapping routine did not appear. This kind of high-class restaurant did not judge people by their appearance.
However, Minister Falco didn't let them wait for long. He was a person who paid great attention to time. The appointed time was 3 o 'clock, and he wouldn't be late by even a minute.
Many people thought that the 1982 Lafite was the classic, but it was now the 1989 Lafite. Compared to the '59 Lafite, the' 82 Lafite was obviously not mellow enough. Moreover, in the 20th century, the '59 and' 82 Lafite were both on the list of the four big years of Lafite.
Nagini had a good feeling when he first met Falco's cabinet. The other party didn't look like a mafia boss at all. Instead, he felt like an Italian aristocrat.
He was tall and burly, with a head full of white hair and a certain degree of baldness.
It was unknown whether it was because of his age or because he hadn't exercised for many years, but Falca's cabinet had put on some weight. His face was kind, and he wore a black windbreaker and a round top hat.
He looked like an old gentleman, giving people a good impression of him.
His aura was very strong. The moment he appeared, you would inexplicably feel that this old man was worthy of respect.
Nagini had only seen this kind of aura on one person, and that was Lady Samantha!
Other than Lady Samantha, whether it was Owen, the future Toledo, Wilson, or Nick Frey, who he just had a meal with not long ago, none of them had this kind of aura.
Even Wilson, who was also a mafia member, Nagini didn't think that he would have this kind of aura in the future. This was an aura that belonged to the older generation, and it was a taste that the new generation couldn't cultivate.
He smiled and patted Wilson's shoulder. He took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to Nagini.
Nagini sniffed and looked at Wilson in surprise.
Nervous?
He actually smelled the scent of nervousness on Wilson?
During the meal, the imagined hostility didn't appear. Falca's cabinet kindly pulled Wilson to the table. He was very good to Nagini, and even gave the appetizer – bacon cheese macarons to Nagini.
The reason was because Nagini said that the dish was delicious.
The atmosphere at the table was simply astonishing. After all, both sides weren't friends. If it wasn't for Najini's help last night, Wilson would've most likely died in the hands of Farka's cabinet.
But the strange thing was that the atmosphere at the table was so harmonious that it made people feel unreal.
Sir Falcone put down the table knife. The old man took a sip of red wine, carefully savoring the taste. He looked at Wilson in a friendly manner.
"I haven't been so happy in a long time. Do you know red wine?
I didn't know much about wine before, but later I found that wine is the same as people. The older it is, the mellower it becomes. "
"And wine is the same as people. Opening a bottle of wine is like getting to know a person. Before you sober up, you won't understand the taste of this bottle of wine. It's like you can't know a person's nature without contact."
Wilson frowned. The atmosphere in front of him made him very uncomfortable. He would rather enter a life and death battle than eat with this person in front of him.
The other party had a strong aura. Wilson wanted to break through the suppression of this aura, but no matter what he did, he would only end up in despair. He took a deep breath, his expression was somewhat reluctant.
"Sir Falcone, if you have something to say, just say it. I don't know wine."
Falcone looked at Wilson. He had a smile on his face, but the atmosphere in the restaurant became solemn. He put down the wine glass and pointed at Wilson with a smile. "It's very impolite to interrupt other people's conversation, but I like your straightforwardness."
A pair of narrowed eyes looked at Wilson. This kind-looking old man's eyes flickered with thoughts. Finally, he sighed. "Leave Los Angeles and never come back.
I can pretend that nothing happened. "
Wilson was stunned. His expression was a bit ugly. "Isn't that a bit unfair?
I was the one who took down the business in Los Angeles. "
But Sir Falcone shook his head. A touch of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
"I was the one who let you take down the business in Los Angeles.
I know what you're thinking. I respect Samantha very much. She's one of the few people in my life that I don't dare to come into contact with because she makes me feel ashamed. I'm very sad about Samantha's death. "
"But you can't blame this on me. Everything you're going through now is your own fault. I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. She died because of your greed and arrogance!"
Wilson's expression was a bit ugly. He looked at Sir Falcone in front of him. "What about Buzz?"
Sir Falcone shook his head. He looked at Wilson seriously. "This is also why I'm willing to let you leave instead of killing you."
With that, Sir Falcone turned to look at Nagini. His eyes were deep and there was a kind smile on his face.
"By the way, there's also you, Nagini Dunn, a magical kid."
Wilson was stunned. His expression suddenly changed. "Sir Falcone, what do you mean?"
He suddenly felt that it was a mistake to bring Nagini here tonight. Sir Falcone was terrifying. He was even more terrifying than the rumors said!
Facing the nervous Wilson, Sir Falcone shook his head with a teasing smile on his face.
"Don't be nervous. I know how cruel this kid is. Although I don't have many years left to live, I don't want to die now. Owen has a son named Dominic Toledo. I heard that he was imprisoned not long ago for murder."
Wilson looked at Nagini. At this moment, the tenderness on Nagini's six-year-old face had faded. He didn't want to do this, but the other party mentioned Toledo. He was one of the few family members he had.
He raised his head and looked at Falcone. His expression was as cold as a poisonous snake's. "What do you want?"
Nagini's eyes were very cold. This made Sir Falcone frown. His expression didn't change much, but there was a hint of seriousness in his expression.
"Your eyes are very dangerous. I've seen many people, but this is the first time I've seen such a dangerous look. If I say that Andy wanted to take my place, and I had no choice but to act against Andy in order to protect myself, and that I had nothing to do with Samantha and Owen's matter, and that if I knew in advance, I would have sent people to protect them, would you believe me?"
Nagini licked his lower lip. He was silent for a long time. The coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared and was replaced by the tenderness of a six-year-old child. "I believe you."
The moment he got Nagini's trust, the seriousness on Sir Falcone's face slowly dissipated. He let out a long sigh of relief and drank the red wine in his glass. Then he got up and pushed a box of biscuits from the waiter to Nagini.
"Wilson, I have a friend in New York. Andy's matter has been dealt with, so you can go back without worry."
"As for Nagini?
This is the finger biscuit I prepared for you. Although I know it's not as good as Samantha's, I hope you like it. "
"I'm sorry for the last time. I know it's impolite to leave now, but I want to chat with Samantha and apologize to her."
With that, he got up and took the black round top hat from the waiter. Like an old gentleman, he left gracefully.
Wilson looked at Sir Falcone's back as he left. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"What should I do?"
Nagini took a biscuit from the box and threw it into his mouth. "What do you want me to say?
Spago's biscuits are very good? "
Wilson rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You know what I mean."
But Nagini shook his head and sighed. "You're right. Falcone is quite a scary guy!"
Wilson's eyes flashed with confusion. "What do you mean?"
Nagini shook his head and didn't explain. "Wilson, find a time to leave."
Falcone wasn't lying. Nick Frey was full of lies in front of Nagini. He didn't believe that his tongue would fail him when it came to Falcone.
So, the person who ultimately caused the deaths of Lady Samantha and Owen wasn't Falcone.
There were many murderers: Andy, Wilson, and even himself.
Although he didn't want to admit it, it was the truth.
A bitter smile appeared on his face. For some reason, he felt that the biscuits were a little bitter.