The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel Chapter 7

As soon as the suit elite entered the church, he knew that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

So many eyes in the church looked at him, almost scared him to pee.

Now, except for the women who were kidnapped, they were all gang bosses who dared to gather people to attack the police station. Although the vicious aura of his body didn't work for Angelo, the suit elite couldn't stand it.

He's just a clerk in Stark Industries' New York office! Although it is a job that everyone envies.

He saw so many luxury cars outside the church just now. He thought he was here to inspect the rich. If he could buy this church in front of so many rich people, it would give him a lot of humiliation.

But now, when I look at it, what kind of tycoon inspects this place? It's clearly the boss of the gang who came here to party!

Hiss~ The suit elite suddenly took a breath, and unconsciously put away the inexplicable sense of superiority in him.

Otherwise, he is not sure if he will be killed by a black gun after he leaves the church.

"Hey..." The suit elite searched the church, and finally focused on Angelo, and greeted Angelo dryly, because these gang bosses sat obediently below, only he Sitting on the pulpit, looking like someone who counts here.

"This... Mister." The suit elite hesitated for a while, and finally decided to call him Mister. Angelo's casual clothes really didn't look like a priest. "Excuse me, do you plan to sell this church again?"

"Huh?" Angelo gave him a surprised look, "Who are you?"

At the same time, some gang bosses who were about to get up also sat down again and were ready to watch the play. Although they "actively" paid one million for the confession fee, it did not mean that they were really willing. At the same time, they also hoped that the man in the suit could really Buy this church, what if Angelo asks them for repentance fees in the future.

"I'm an employee of Stark Industries' New York office, and my name is Hayden Walker." The man in the suit carefully organized his language and tried to keep his tone polite, "Well, we can probably spend five million to acquire your church. ."

Angelo couldn't help but be happy. If the other party came here one day, he might have sold it. The church was listed for less than $200,000 when he bought it.

but now…

He just earned twenty-five million this morning! He has completely escaped from the extreme poverty and grassroots. He will not sell 500,000 yuan. This is a golden rooster that will lay eggs.

Besides, he knows that Stark Industries is the family business of the big dog in Iron Man. Although he doesn't know why Tony Stark wants to buy his own church, half a million seems to be a bit of contempt.

Angelo completely forgot the fact that he was still in extreme poverty a day ago, and the price of 500,000 has doubled.

"Sorry, I don't sell it." Angelo shook his head and refused. "At least fifty million."

In Angelo's expectation, according to the style of Tony Stark's big dog, 500,000 will be 1 million if he doesn't sell it, and it will continue to double.

But reality hit him with a fatal blow. The man in the suit just nodded in disappointment, then turned around and left.

Angelo looked at his back in surprise, opened his mouth, and couldn't say what he wanted to keep in front of these gang bosses.

No, you are talking about the price! You don't really want to buy it! Have you ever heard of the sky-high asking price and paying back the money on the ground?

This is actually due to Angelo's negligence. Tony, the big dog, has the kind of confidence to double, but unfortunately the man in the suit is just a wage earner. The price of 500,000 he just mentioned is the highest amount given this time. This is still in the face of Tony Stark's personal order.

Since Angelo didn't want to sell it, he naturally didn't need to stay here any longer. The eyes of those gang bosses made his back go cold. After all, the job is the boss's, and his life is his own.

The man in the suit hurried out of the church, then returned to his car, and left Hell's Kitchen as if he was running for his life. After taking a breath, he took out the phone and called his boss, "Hey, sir! Please tell Si Mr. Tucker, the other party doesn't sell it, they say at least fifty million..."

With some disappointment, he watched the men in suits flee. The gang bosses in the church had no choice but to get up and leave the church one by one.

Angelo looked hopeless, and although he was a little disappointed, it was not a loss. After all, there were still twenty-five golden roosters that could lay eggs.

He wants to go out to rent a bus after all these gangster bosses get out, and then send these women out of Hell's Kitchen. Sooner or later these women will return to their own lives.

In the end, everyone left, but Alexei, the bastard, was sitting on the bench in the hall with a pious face.

He also glanced at himself from time to time.

Tired of seeing him, Angelo jumped off the pulpit impatiently, lit another cigar, and walked to Alexei's side.

"Alexei, have you finished your repentance?" The implication was that an order to expel the guest was issued.

What he didn't expect was that Alexei was talking nonsense in a serious manner, as if he didn't hear the meaning of Angelo's words at all, "No, I think I was called by Rasma..."

Seeing his face swaying straight, Angelo laughed angrily, "If you have something to say, go outside and put the fart out. I have something to go out for a while."

He is not a devil either. After all, Alexei is now the donor of one million penance fees. He can't break the other's legs and throw them out just because they are lying in the church.

Moreover, the other party's small eyes clearly wanted to tell him something.

"Hey, that..." Alexey licked his face and came over, "Mr. Pastor, what will happen to you soon, what can I do for you?"

Angelo thought for a moment, then pointed at the group of women sitting in the corner, "I'm going to rent a bus, and then send these women to Hongmen in Chinatown. You have Is there a bus rental? I can pay for it."

The Hongmen in Chinatown, this is what Angelo heard about in the six months he was here. You must know that Americans have very serious racism, so many Chinese who do business in the United States are often bullied by locals , as long as the Hongmen know about it, they will help them vent their anger in private.

These Chinese women will get help there.

Alexey raised his eyebrows, so you paid us with the repentance fee "taken" from us?

Although he thought so, Alexey said, "Zhou from Hongmen? I happen to know him. I'll call and ask my men to come by bus, and I'll take you there in person."

After speaking, he took out his phone and dialed.

Angelo squinted at him and didn't say a word. After he instructed his subordinates to drive the bus, Angelo said, "What the **** are you trying to do?"

He doesn't believe that this **** can be so kind. Which of these gangsters has few lives in their hands? Will do good deeds? There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief!

This is no less than the President of the United States contracting the flu.

"I actually felt Rasma's inspiration. I felt that I needed to do something for some of the wrong things I did before..."

Looking at the bald strong man who was talking nonsense, Angelo summoned a long white bone stick in his hand.

Angelo couldn't guess what the other party was up to, but he knew that his stick could make the other party honestly explain. After all, if a dutiful son is born under the stick, it seems that it is not difficult for a gangster to tell the truth.

"Tell the truth!" Angelo said coldly. "Or I'll stick this stick in your ass."

Chapter end

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