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"Sir, I'm here." A mechanical male voice sounded.

"Find me the **** who scolds me! I'm going to buy the company he works for and let him get out!"

"enmmm..." Jarvis seemed to be searching for something. "Sorry, sir, I didn't find Dump Street on the map. It seems to be this pseudonym."

Tony Stark said angrily, "Of course I know it's a pseudonym! No one would call Tutu Hu such a stupid name! Call me surveillance!"

"Sir, I have to remind you that this is illegal, and you are the one who called the other party a poor person first. According to the logic you entered into me, this kind of behavior should be unreasonable."

"Ha!" Tony was a little annoyed by his artificial mental retardation, "Who am I? I'm Tony Stark, I'm a billionaire, a genius scientist, a philanthropist, how can my business be called illegal! I'll check the surveillance and find him!"

"Okay, sir."

Immediately afterwards, a data stream appeared on the screen in front of Tony, and then a line of English was given—the intrusion was successful.

Angelo's figure appeared on the big screen. From the time he left the Internet cafe seat until he entered the church, all the surveillance cameras locked him firmly.

"Jarvis, is this guy a priest?" Tony's voice was full of wonder, how did this guy get into the ranks of the priests?

Although he doesn't believe in these religions, he also knows that at least the priests of the church can't be full of swear words.

"Sir, this is Angelo's information, he is not a clergyman."

Speaking of which, Jarvis projected all of Angelo's recorded data onto the screen.

Name: Angelo Lee

Age: 25 years old

"So, this guy bought that church and lived in it? I'm actually competing with this poor guy." Tony shook his head amusingly, "Forget it, Jarvis, who arranged our New York office. , go buy this church tomorrow and let him get out."

"Okay, sir. But there are rumors of ghosts in that church. Do you really want to buy it?"

"There is no ghost in the world, buy it."

Angelo didn't know that some stinky dude had set his sights on his cathedral.

He was eating a grilled charred steak, looking at the list he had just written in his hand to check if there was anything missing.

Here is the list of Hell's Kitchen **** that he just listed. The list is in no particular order, arranged according to strokes. The mob bosses of various gangs in Hell's Kitchen are on it.

From illegal arms dealers to bosses of street girls, everything is available.

In this order, if Angelo plans to come back before dawn, he can't waste more than half an hour on everyone, but it's a bit difficult to convert these unrepentant **** for half an hour. .

If it weren't for these bastards, how could Hell's Kitchen only have a black gun shop, not even an Internet cafe, so I had to go to Brooklyn to surf the Internet, and I had to account for this!

After swallowing the last mouthful of steak with great effort, Angelo decided that after the donations from the penitents, the first thing to do is to hire a chef to replace these skeletons!

Skeleton's cooking skills are really bad. Their long-disappeared sense of taste determines that they can't tell the difference between good and bad food at all. Cooking is the result of Angelo's long-term training.

The first time the skeleton made steak, he didn't even tear the plastic wrap!

Looking at the sky outside, it was already getting dark, and the Hell's Kitchen was about to become lively at this time.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hell's Kitchen belongs to New York during the day, but at night it becomes a paradise for gangsters, and even the police will not choose to call out in Hell's Kitchen at night.

Angelo walked out of the church door, locked the door, and listened to the sound of gunfire from the corner of the street.

He was a little bored and summoned a white bone armor to wrap his body.

He was not afraid of being hit by a bullet, but was afraid of being splashed with blood. Based on the attributes of his body, even if it doesn't count the equipment bonus, the Vulcan Cannon can't hurt him.

A bone spear was summoned in his hand, and it slowly changed its shape. The sharp part of the spear head was removed and replaced with a smooth flat head, and finally the whole became a stick.

He is looking for those **** to convert, not to kill them, who will donate to kill them?

The wind blew through his dark gray hem, and the shirt on his body rattled in the wind. Under the moonlight, his white bone armor shone with a cold light...

If someone passes by the door of the church at this time and sees Angelo's dress, he may be directly scared to pee. He is dressed in white bones, holding an eyebrow-length stick in his hand, oozing the cold light of white, and the gloomy church behind him. The background, like the **** of death crawling out of hell.

Unfortunately, no one will see it.

This is the junction of Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn. The **** of Hell's Kitchen will not come out of Hell's Kitchen, and the people of Brooklyn will not come to Hell's Kitchen at this time.

Angelo dragged his stick and walked towards the depths of Hell's Kitchen step by step.

Being strong or not is a temporary thing, but being handsome is a lifetime thing.

The first people to notice him were the two gangsters fighting in the melee on the street corner. The harsh friction made their scalps tense. The gangsters gradually stopped the gunfight and watched the strange figure walking in the distance.

"Hey! Which gang do you belong to?" a black gang leader, daringly, waved the pistol in his hand and shouted towards him.

"I'm Angelo, pastor of Lamas Church. I'm here to preach to you. Do you want to believe a little bit?"

The black leader suddenly burst into laughter, and even everyone on the scene burst into laughter. The scene of the shootout was filled with a cheerful atmosphere for a while.

Angelo listened to these mocking laughter, UU reading www. uukanshu.com sighed and whispered, "I knew it."

At the moment, I was too lazy to talk nonsense, so I just grabbed the stick and rushed up.

He's going to overtake these bastards!

Angelo came out by himself today, and there is absolutely no need to use those summoned items to deal with these people.

Although he was only one person with only a stick in his hand, the gang had no intention of being soft-hearted. When they saw him rushing over, someone shot him immediately.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Da da da…"

If there is the first one to shoot, there is the second one, and there are even people who shoot him with automatic rifles. For a while, the smoke filled the air, obscuring Angelo's figure.

If they were normal people, they would have been beaten into flesh by this time, but these gangsters have a bad feeling.

It's not some **** law of smoke and no harm, but listening to the sound, it's obviously not the sound of a bullet hitting the body, but the sound of a bullet falling to the ground.

It's impossible to hear it wrong for these everyday shootout guys.

When the gunfire gradually ceased, the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated.

Unscathed.

Looking at the figure that appeared in the smoke, covered in white armor, cold sweat broke out from the forehead of the gangster who asked the question just now. He remembered the recent rumor that the haunted church named Rasma was haunted. rumor.

Gangsters are gangsters, but this fear of the unknown is unavoidable.

"Give it to me!" As soon as he gritted his teeth, the gang leader grabbed an RPG from his subordinate beside him, without even looking at it, he shot directly in the direction of Angelo!

"Boom!" Accompanied by firelight and a violent explosion, the RPG accurately hit Angelo not far away.

Chapter end

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