The pitter-patter of rain washed the glass window.
The raindrops converged into a stream of water that looked like transparent snakes.
It was raining in Borneo again. The gloomy sky and continuous raindrops seemed to be telling the people in Borneo that the rainy season was not over yet.
Nagini sat on the edge of the bed in the same position as last time. He held a piece of camera paper in his hand and carefully wiped the camera. But this time, there was a white-throated long-tailed monkey beside Nagini.
This was Captain Johnson's "gift" to Nagini.
In fact, he did not want to give it to him, but "Little Gang" had completely become Nagini's lackey.
What could he do?
He was also in despair.
Raising a monkey for seven or eight years could not compare to spending a week with Nagini. Was this the legendary "foreign monk"?
But the problem was, he was also an American!
The black man was very interested in Nagini. Although Nagini had already explained, he was still curious about how he did it. After all, that was the infamous poisonous spider in Borneo!
To be honest, he really wanted to ask Nagini for a tube of blood for research.
But when he thought of Sam's craziness not long ago, the black man decisively chose to follow his heart.
Not cowardice, but following his heart!
Sam had been very busy recently, mainly because of Nagini's little pet.
The white-throated long-tailed monkey was a world-class protected animal. No one cared about it in Borneo, but if it wanted to leave the country?
Don't mess around, not everyone can bring an animal in and out of the country.
Sam did have some power, but it was still very difficult to solve this problem.
Outside the door, there was a knock.
This time, Nagini did not need to open the door. The long-tailed monkey sensibly ran to open the door.
As for who it was?
Nagini did not need to look to know that the old woman, Sam, must be here to borrow a bath towel again.
Sure enough, after Sam came in, she went straight to the bathroom.
Nagini found that the old woman was becoming more and more presumptuous. In the past, she would at least cover up in front of him. Now, she directly took off her clothes in front of him.
But then again, even though she didn't have the temperament, Sam's figure was really great.
Moreover, because of the experience in Borneo, the old woman's temperament, which was already hopeless, actually showed signs of recovering?
Nagini patted the monkey's head and put down the camera. "Is it settled?"
Sam shook her head. She looked a little irritated.
"No, Borneo is easy to solve, but the United States is more troublesome. Originally, I wanted to let my dad go through the scientific research channel, but this stubborn old man refused. I really don't know why my mother likes this old man."
Looking at Sam's irritated expression, Nagini chuckled and stretched out his hand. "Give me your phone."
Sam stared blankly for a moment and hesitated. "Are you sure?"
To be honest, if everything went according to Nagini's plan, he should have arrived in UA airspace by now.
As for Xiaogang's identity?
From the beginning, Nagini did not intend to let Sam solve it. He knew that although Sam had some power, to solve this matter?
That was almost impossible.
But there was no other way. Sam insisted on doing this.
As for the reason?
To be honest, Nagini could not understand this old woman.
He knew that Sam felt guilty toward him. He also knew that this guilt came from abandoning him in the primitive tribe.
But the problem was that Nagini asked Sam to leave at that time. Sam later avenged Nagini, even at the cost of her life.
In the end, it was Sam who returned to the primitive tribe to save him.
Thus, he really did not know why Sam would feel guilty toward him.
Thus, when Sam insisted on helping Nagini solve the problem of Xiaogang's identity, Nagini hesitated for a moment before agreeing. However, looking at Sam's tired and irritated expression, Nagini could only helplessly snatch the phone away from her.
Five minutes later, Sam, who was angry for some unknown reason, left angrily.
After Sam left, Nagini pulled out an unfamiliar number from his memory.
New York, Hell's Kitchen. The whole world knew that the security here was extremely poor and that life could be in danger at any time. It was New York's cancer, a place of darkness that hid evil.
In fact, in the core area of Hell's Kitchen, there was such a place.
Here, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. Everyone behaved in a friendly manner, looking like a kind aristocratic gentleman.
The point was that the security here was excellent, and there was no better security in the whole world.
Wilson Fisk was a member of this manor. He was known as "Kingpin" in the underworld. He was now a New York entrepreneur, and at the same time, he was also the mafia boss of Hell's Kitchen.
He was more than two meters tall, had outstanding intelligence, and was meticulous and vicious.
His body was fat, but his fat was different from that of ordinary people. He was like a wall, but inside this wall was not water and oil, but muscles as hard as steel.
He was once called a monster whose body was 90% muscles. His physical strength had long exceeded the limits of the human body. In this era, he was worthy of being called a humanoid monster!
On a huge leather seat, the burly Kingpin wiped his gold-plated cane. His expression was focused and serious, as if he was completing a very sacred thing.
In front of Kingpin stood a slightly embarrassed white man.
The man's face was fierce, and there were calluses between his thumb and index finger. Although his eyes were fearful, a fierce glint flashed through them from time to time, proving that this man was not a good person.
If there were veterans in the import and export industry here, they would realize that the man in front of them was Adrian, a big businessman who had gone to New York from Italy some time ago to expand his business.
Of course, Adrian was no businessman. His real identity was an Italian drug lord who owned more than 40% of the Italian market. He was famous for his ruthlessness in the world.
But now?
Adrian looked at the man in front of him with madness and indignation, as well as anger and helplessness. "Kingpin, it's my fault this time. I'll give you this batch of seven tons of goods. How about you let me go?
I promise that as long as I'm alive, not a gram of Italian goods will flow into New York. "
Kingpin was still wiping his cane. His expression was serious, as if he had poured all his energy into this matter. "Not enough."
Adrian's expression was awful. His expression was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water, but in the end, he still said with a pained expression, "One hundred million dollars, that's my bottom line.
Kingpin, don't go too far. You have to at least leave me some money for the goods, right? "
Adrian was full of regret at this moment. He knew that New York was a tough nut to crack. All the gangs in the world knew that New York wasn't easy, but he still came to this place where he thought he could realize his dream.
Maybe it was because things had gone too smoothly in Italy, or maybe he didn't think highly of Wilson. After all, the other party had only been in this business for ten years.
So Adrian came to New York full of confidence. He was going to teach this strong American a lesson!
The plan went well, but on the day of delivery?
Adrian was horrified to discover that everything from the beginning to the end of the deal was a trap set up by Wilson.
So the money was gone, the seven tons of goods were taken away by Kingpin, and he was reduced to a dog in the water. He felt that his deal was an extremely comical farce.
Adrian thought of the warning his old godfather in Italy had given him before he left. The godfather was a big shot in the underworld and had a high status in Italy. The godfather had told him that the water in New York was deep and advised him not to take risks in New York.
Unfortunately, he didn't pay attention at the time. Instead, he thought that the other party had lost his initiative.
Now that he thought about it, he was really ridiculous at the time.
"Ding ling ling!"
The phone rang. Kingpin was stunned. The expression on his face changed for the first time.
He took out his phone. Judging from the style of the phone, it should be a very old phone. But for some reason, as the emperor of Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin actually carried this phone every day.
"Nagini?
Why did you think of calling me? "
It was the rainy season in Borneo. Looking at the water marks on the glass, a smile appeared on Nagini's face. "Wilson, do me a favor."
"Go ahead."
"I'm in trouble in Borneo. I have a pet, but there's no way to enter the United States through the normal channels."
"Got it. Leave this to me. I'll help you solve everything in half an hour."
"Okay, then I'll see you in New York. By the way, is Papa Barry with you?
I want to eat his smoked beef. "
"Well, I'll ask Papa to prepare …"
Beep … Beep … Beep …
The phone was hung up. Listening to the busy tone in his ear, Wilson's face had a touch of helplessness. As one of the big shots in Hell's Kitchen, even the New York Police Commissioner dared not hang up his phone easily, but this kid could.
Aradeline looked at the smile that flashed across Kingpin's face. He couldn't help but have a touch of joy on his face. Compared to the expressionless Kingpin before, the current Kingpin was easier to talk to.
But unfortunately, he was wrong.
Kingpin got up. His cane was finally wiped clean. He walked in front of Aradeline.
Aradeline wasn't short. He was tall and strong, but in front of Kingpin, he was like a chick that hadn't grown up.
Just as he was about to speak, Wilson patted him on the shoulder and smoothed the edges of his suit. He had a kind smile on his face.
"You're lucky. I'm in a good mood today, so I plan to let you go."
A touch of surprise flashed in Aradeline's eyes. He hurriedly said gratefully, "Thank God, thank Wilson for his mercy. Don't worry, I swear on my mother's grave, I will never …"
Before he could finish, Wilson's thick palm grabbed Aradeline's head and then twisted it hard.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound of a spine breaking. Looking at Aradeline's body, which still had a happy face, Wilson shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I'm actually a good person. After all, I didn't let you die in pain."