The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 1 Line up with Iron Man Network

In an Internet cafe in Brooklyn, New York.

A tall young man of Chinese descent tapped the keyboard quickly, typing a series of English swear words on the screen.

On the computer screen is a recently popular card game "Warhammer". Judging from the progress of the game, the Chinese youth is about to win this game.

Obviously his opponent was not happy and began to mock the Chinese youth as a poor ghost.

Naturally, Chinese youths are unwilling to suffer, and have also started the mode of swearing against each other.

"Hello, mother, Fuck!"

"You poor man! I swear I'm going to stick your head up your asshole! I swear on the name of the Stark family."

"Hello, mother, Fuck!"

"..."

No matter what the opponent says, the Chinese youth just say hello to Fuck.

The scolding continued until the end of the game. At the last moment of victory, the Chinese youth typed the last line and sent it out.

"Don't mess with those useless people. If you don't agree with me, come and fuck me. My family lives in Room 1001, Building 2, Duandou Community, Duandou Street. My father's name is Yingjun Hu, my mother's name is Xiaoli Zhang, and my name is Tutu Hu."

Looking at the picture representing victory on the screen, the Chinese youth breathed a sigh of relief.

Get off the plane and leave the Internet cafe.

As for the mood of the other party, whether he will really go to find that Hu Tutu is none of his business. After all, playing games and being ridiculed by poor people is really not a very good experience.

And he didn't believe that someone would crawl over the network cable because of the scolding on the Internet.

He hails a taxi on the side of the street.

"Hello, sir, where are you going?"

"Go to Rathma Church in Hell's Kitchen."

The driver glanced at the young man of Chinese descent in horror, and without further ado, he kicked the gas pedal and stepped on it.

...

This Chinese youth is called Angelo Lee, who is a mixed race of Chinese and Italian.

It has been more than half a year since I came here.

He is not an aborigine in this universe, but in his last life he was the second generation of an ordinary Hua Guochao named Li Yang.

One day when he was bored, he opened a modifier that was said to be newly released, and then modified the game named "Diablo 2" on his three-star computer.

Just finished debugging the data of "Necromancer" and was about to launch a disaster of undead to sweep the shelter.

It may be that the configuration cannot keep up or other unknown reasons, the computer exploded...

He was sent to this world as a matter of course, with the culprit who caused the explosion - a perverted necromancer attribute template and a backpack full of "inheritance", all full-level necromancer skills, and a Hedirak box.

After that, it settled on this young Chinese man named Angelo Lee.

He lives in Rathma Church now.

The church was not originally called Rathma Church, but he changed the name after he bought the entire building. As for why the church sold it?

That's Hell's Kitchen, a well-known gathering place for villains, a place full of gangsters, drug dealers, illegal arms dealers, robbers, and killers. Will they go to church?

The church naturally fell into disrepair. In the end, even the church abandoned this sinful place and called it a place where God would never come. Then the church was bought by Angelo.

Speaking of which, An Qiluo bought this place because of the fact that he was cheated. When he was looking for a real estate agency to buy a house, the only requirement was the size, and it turned out... well, obviously, it was really big.

"Sir, we're here." The driver stopped the car on the side of the road.

A dilapidated three-story church building appeared in the field of vision, because the vines that had been left unattended for a long time covered the outer walls, and the statue on the roof of the church was hit by something, leaving only half of its body.

The whole building is full of eerie painting style, just like the haunted church in horror movies.

Keep the change, please.

Angelo smiled, stretched out his hand as if by magic, took out a gold coin without any engravings, threw it to the taxi driver, opened the door and got off.

The driver looked at the whiteboard gold coins in his hand, and then at An Qiluo who was standing by the road.

"Sir, I have to remind you that there are rumors of ghosts here..." After speaking, the taxi driver shivered as if he had thought of something terrible, and fled away in a hurry.

Looking at the taxi that fled back to Brooklyn in a hurry, Angelo smiled indifferently.

This is the junction of Brooklyn and Hell's Kitchen. Although it is only one street away, it seems to be two worlds.

Although the residents of Brooklyn are also very poor, most of them still maintain kindness, but Hell's Kitchen is like the entrance to hell, sinful and chaotic.

Angelo opened the door of the church, pushed it in, and said to the two statues inside the door, "I'm back."

The statue nodded numbly, and then returned to its original shape.

He was responsible for the rumors of haunting. The two statues at the door are clay stone demons he summoned to guard the house.

This is the skill that traveled with him.

Is there anything wrong with a necromancer living in a haunted church? Better than living in a cemetery.

The interior of the church does not look as dilapidated as it looks outside, it is unexpectedly clean, as if it is often cleaned.

The cross that should have been tied with the statue of the god on the central platform was empty. When he took over the church, the statue was removed by the church, and it happened that he didn't believe in it.

Angelo casually summoned two white skeleton warriors, and after giving them instructions to cook, he lit a cigar and lay down on a chair in the church hall, thinking about his future.

This is the Marvel universe, and he had confirmed it when he saw Captain America's documentary on TV half a year ago.

For the past six months, he has been experiencing life in the capital society of the United States.

This is a hell for the poor, and a paradise for the rich. Fortunately, the legacy of crossing also contains a bag of gold coins. That's why he threw a gold coin to the driver when he took a taxi to pay the bill.

He didn't dare to use these gold coins on a large scale. Taking out all the gold coins in his space backpack was enough to completely overwhelm the global financial system.

"Well... let's reopen the church and call some bastards from Hell's Kitchen. They have done a lot of evil and must be redeemed! I believe they will take the initiative to donate money, so I will talk to them tonight."

Angelo took out a crumpled certificate from the corner of the space backpack. It was a gift from the real estate agent when he bought the house. It was a certificate from the American Religious Association. With this certificate, he could open a church. Brokers have this kind of thing.

The Necromancer also has a name, Priest Rathma, Priest Rathma is also a priest, and he can also accept confession~

Angelo was thinking like this, and he didn't care about the thoughts of those "penitents" in Hell's Kitchen in the future.

In the Stark Industrial Building on the other side, the world-famous playboy, Tony Stark, was slapping his own transparent keyboard hard.

"Jarvis..."