It has been said that there is nothing more painful in the world than waiting for death to come, especially when one knows that one's death is near, but there is nothing to do.

But as a pivotal figure in the New York underworld, Miles did not feel too much pain and fear at the moment, but had an inexplicable calm, as if all the previous thoughts of being keen on power and power were gone, and only a deep attachment to life remained.

If there was a choice now, he would not hesitate to trade all his wealth, strength and power for ten years of life.

But it's a pity that even in the underground world where all kinds of strange supernatural forces are rampant, few people can bring the dead back to life, or forcibly extend someone's lifespan, and even if there is, it is not something he can enjoy.

Looking at the raindrops crackling on the glass outside, Miles sighed slightly, turned to the servant who was always by his side, and said, "Francis, is my funeral arranged?"

"Of course, sir. And at your request, I will delay the announcement of death for one day, and inform the Council that the war game is ready to begin. The latter bowed unhurriedly.

Hearing the answer he wanted, Miles nodded slightly: "Very good! Remember, care must be taken when distributing property to ensure that my children are never tracked." Tell them that when I die, it's best not to contact each other again, not to come to the tombstone to lay flowers, and not to try to get close to the underworld. ”

"Rest assured, I have exchanged all the stocks, properties and properties in your name for bearer bonds. As soon as your children settle down, they will be able to get a good start-up capital through these bonds, or invest in a business, or pay interest on time and live a peaceful life, in short, no one can find any clues through financial means. In addition, several of your sons and daughters have also said that they will never get involved in disputes in the underworld, so there is nothing to worry about. Franciscu assured with a bitter expression.

For it was the fifth time in an hour that he had heard a similar question and answered it five times, but after a few minutes at most, Miles would forget everything, as if he had been stuck in some strange time loop.

Obviously, the once powerful members of the New York Congress, now due to the verge of death, even their memory has begun to decline rapidly, and it may not be long before they become an ordinary old man with dementia.

As a witness to this process, Francis is undoubtedly sad in his heart, and he even has an urge to kill his master immediately, at least so that he can keep the image of the other party in his mind, instead of watching him weaken little by little and eventually die like he is now.

Miles apparently didn't realize this, and continued to keep his head down and mumble, not knowing what he was talking about.

Just as he raised his head, about to repeat the previous topic again, a dark shadow suddenly flashed through the window, followed by a thud of glass shattering.

I saw a black DV covered with rain falling from the sky and landing right next to the hospital bed.

"Who?!!" Francis rushed to the window and looked out of the window.

But apart from the darkness of the night and the pouring rain, there was no sign of any living person at all, and if it weren't for the fact that DV was still there, I am afraid that he would have thought that he was too tired and hallucinated.

Out of a knee-jerk reaction, Miles bent down to pick up the DV that was close at hand, and in less than ten seconds, his originally calm and peaceful eyes instantly turned into raging anger, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood, and roared loudly: "How dare she !!!!"

"What's going on?" Francis hurriedly snatched the DV to see what was playing on it.

As a result, within a minute, he couldn't help but tremble, crushed the DV with a click, and said through gritted teeth: "Sir, I think it's time to activate the backup plan." Patty must die! She needs to pay the price for her hubris and ignorance!"

"Oh, what price? ”

With the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor, the ** banshee in a black dress pushed open the door and walked into the intensive care unit.

Next to her, a little girl about ten years old trembling,

"Elfrida!" Miles' pupils contracted suddenly.

"Ancestral ...... Grandfather, help me!" the girl spread her arms and tried to rush to the side of the hospital bed.

In her impression, her grandfather, who loved her the most, was always omnipotent, and no matter how terrible the disaster befell the family, he could easily resolve it.

Unfortunately, before she could take two steps, Patty raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Moment!

The girl seemed to have lost all her strength, and fell to the ground with a thud, and abnormal excitement and excitement appeared on her face covered with small freckles.

"Bastard! she's still a child! how can you do this to her!" Miles stood up in anger.

"Sorry, dear parliamentarian, you seem to have forgotten that I was a child, but don't you still choose to banish me to the deserted South American rainforest? Nothing can stop me from getting revenge. As she spoke, Patty pulled out an ominous bone knife from her inner thigh and gently stroked it across the girl's slender neck.

"The sacrificial knife in the sacrificial rite of the Incas!" Francis undoubtedly recognized the origin of the bone knife, and the whole person became nervous.

"Yes, since you know it, you know what happens if someone is stabbed or killed by it, right?" Patty pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled playfully.

"People and animals stabbed with sacrificial knives will bleed until they die. And the soul after death will be devoured, transformed into a terrible curse. As far as I know, there have been few such weapons in the world since the fall of the Inca civilization, where did you get them?" asked Francis, with a solemn expression.

"Hahahaha! This is thanks to our Senator, if he hadn't sent me to the rainforest, I wouldn't have been able to find the ancient Inca hidden deep in the jungle, let alone learn the knowledge and power of the gods. Now, are you ready to watch your beloved granddaughter die in front of you? Don't worry, I'll take my time through the process to make sure you taste enough pain. ”

The words just fell!

Patty directly used the bone knife in her hand to cut a half-wide cut in the girl's fair neck.

Bright red blood immediately flowed down the small mouth, and in the blink of an eye, the white skirt was dyed red...... 8)