Squeak...

As the elevator went up, Ed whistled and looked at the floor, holding the gun's hand and hitting his shoulders.

At this time, he was in a very relaxed mood and was full of expectations for the next meeting.

He will soon see the woman who holds great power and has a word in Vegas.

Oh puff!

People seem to prefer to call her the Queen.

Ring ling ling ling ling …

The elevator bell rang, Ed pushed away the little brother in front of him and squeezed forward, joking, "Can anyone guess how surprised the queen would be when she sees me?"

Then his expression was frozen on his face, because the cold gun that stretched out from outside the open elevator door made him frightened.

Those are two brand new Chicago typewriters, ‘Why are there any people using this old weapon?’

Ed would only think about this problem in his mind, because just these two "old guys" would be enough to kill everyone in the elevator.

"Wow, wow, be careful, be careful." Ed raised his hands, shook his head and walked out with his muzzle.

At least he was very good at this time.

But when he walked out of the elevator, he saw the corridors on both sides full of black heads.

They held various weapons and were ready to go, looking like a team of fully armed elite soldiers.

Ed could swear to God that these men had enough firepower to launch a modern small war.

Is the big guy who looks like a chimpanzee hung a grenade on his tactical belt?

"Dad, help!" Ed hoped that his presbyopic father could see himself through the distances of hundreds of feet of the two buildings and the reflective glass on the facade.

At the same time, send all his people here quickly to save his only son's life.

"Ed." Someone suddenly called his name.

Ed turned to look with a stiff smile, wearing a black dress, a topper, and a veil hanging on the brim of the hat blocking his face, standing not far away.

When I saw the white flowers on her chest, Ed suddenly understood everything.

It turns out that the woman is dead.

So, who is in charge of this family?

Ed didn't think she would throw all these... and troubles to her daughter before she died, and let her deal with them alone.

His inference was quickly confirmed. When he saw the man walking out of the room in the distance, the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared.

"Is this part of the plan?" Ed's smile was a little miserable. He had already thought about what his next ending would be.

Compared to himself, he hoped that the old man on the opposite floor would be spared from torture and would give him some pleasure to let them reunite in hell.

Ellier stood there, standing still, looking at him calmly, keeping watching.

The gaze makes people furrowed and their scalp numb, like a caterpillar covered in disgusting body, making people creepy pores.

"Why don't you talk? Is this what you planned?" Ed shouted in a heightened tone to hide his panicked heart.

Ellier suddenly smiled, and to Ed's eyes, it was so weird and cold-blooded.

So, she knows everything.

They have been waiting patiently, like experienced hunters.

But I was like a tiger cub who had just grown teeth. I thought I could tear all my prey apart with my teeth and claws, but I jumped into the trap dug by the hunter.

"Is Sasha also part of the plan?" Ed asked unwillingly.

Ellier's figure couldn't help but tremble, and she still turned around and left without saying anything.

"Ha." Ed laughed and said, "You are a bird pond, a sinister poisonous snake, like your damn mother."

"I will wait for you in hell. Damn Bichi, there will be such a day."

Seeing Ellis leave and Corlia takes over the work after taking over.

Ed was upset by the constant noise. Looking at the butt stock in his hand, Coria suddenly raised her hand and waved it to his mouth.

Bang!

Blood-stained teeth flew out of the gums, and the annoying BDD stopped.

But why is the firecrackers at the end of the corridor not over yet!

What a great day to celebrate.

For Parson Magano in Venice, maybe things are not that pleasant.

At this time, his two strong men were lifted up from the half-pack of soft sofa.

Around them are men holding guns.

There is never a shortage of vicious thugs here, and the only difference is that they are not all familiar faces Parson.

As for his subordinates, they were lying on the ground and "opening their brains" to see how hard they worked, and the colorful "inspiration" overflowed from their heads.

But these are no longer important to Elli.

She now wants to know more about when the funeral will begin: "When will the funeral start for Mom, have you decided where to bury her?"

"Yes, I already have an idea." Li Zitao pointed to the earliest entrance in Vegas, the first to be flattened by the empty space next to the filled road.

It was not far from Caesar's Palace, and Li Zitao was going to "plant" a poplar tree and put her under the tree to sleep quietly.

In fact, he just spent money to find someone to move a ready-made poplar tree here.

There will be two qualified gardeners who will take care of it 24 hours a day, and Vegas is not suitable for poplar trees to grow.

Li Zitao or Ailer obviously doesn't want to see it, there is any problem with it.

The poplar trees were already on the way to transport and could be delivered in a few more hours, and the workers were digging holes on the selected land.

Li Zitao also found the fertilizer for air-cleaning and dust-cleaning.

The Magano and his son are the best fertilizers, and those excess polluted parts are believed to be dealt with by Corlia.

Looking at the ever-expanding pit in the distance, Li Zitao was curious whether the poplar tree planted there would grow bright red branches and leaves in the future.

If that's the case, it must be very good with Bloody Mary.

Looking at the Magano and his son kneeling in front of them, this was the first time Li Zitao saw them since they arrived.

The former spirit and glamorousness were gone, only despair, unwillingness and a dead face that was about to accept the fate of death.

"Colia, I thought you had already dealt with it." Li Zitao frowned: "The tree is almost here."

Corlia said with a straight face: "I think there are some things you'll want to say to them before they play their last role."

"Is that true?" Li Zitao thought for a while. He really wanted to say something to them.

When he came to the chaise longue that Xu Man always liked to sit on during his lifetime, he opened the three-layer small drawer next to him, and Li Zitao found the golden python that he gave to her.

It was well maintained and looked like it was new.

Holding it, Li Zitao seemed to feel Xu Man's body temperature, so comfortable.

"It will become the only funeral object." Li Zitao shook the golden python in his hand so that they could see clearly; "It will be placed in her hand."

"Xu Man, that is, Mary, she believes that she will not go to heaven after she dies, but will go downstairs."

"She wants to be the devil queen, and you will only become the reptiles under her feet." Standing in front of Ed, Li Zitao raised the golden python and pressed it on his head.

"Remember this feeling, fear, the coming death." Li Zitao whispered softly, as if he was saying to them, or to something else.

"Because even if there is hell, you will still be dominated by this fear when you get there!"
Chapter completed!