The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 167 Skye's Little Thoughts

For Norman Osborn, it was a matter of life and death, but for Angelo and the people in the church, it was just a trivial matter.

Well, Angelo has earned fifty million dollars in extra money along the way.

As for whether Osborn will abide by the agreement with him, if it is reversed, will he not give this result to anyone?

An Qiluo was not really worried, it would be fine if the other party complied, hello, hello, hello everyone.

If the other party didn't abide by it, it wouldn't cause too much trouble for An Qiluo. Even those mercenaries were only slightly more durable targets for An Qiluo.

Of course, if the other party doesn't abide by the agreement, Angelo is not needed, and the Sisters of the Battle of the Fanatics can make Osborne pay the price.

Recently, the physique of the Fighting Sisters has been getting stronger and stronger due to the feedback of the power of faith. Their physical fitness has already broken through the limits of human beings. The intensity of exercise every morning can already be the same as that of Frank and Steve.

After sending away Osborn and his son, Stark also took a processed corpse from Angelo and left the church.

"Dad, Dad." Little Jiali ran over dragging the tail of the loveless little bone dragon, "Nick said he wanted to exercise with everyone tomorrow morning."

Angelo was a little stunned, and Nick also wanted to exercise?

What is Nick doing with his workouts? Nick's blessed passive skills are already very strong.

At least, if you only talk about physical fitness, you should almost be able to compete with Steve, and Nick, as his resurrected undead creature, will not become stronger because of exercise, and the strength of his strength depends more on Ann. Qiluo's strength.

Angelo stretched out his hand and called Nick over.

"Nick, I heard from little Jiali that you want to exercise too?"

Nick scratched his head shyly, then nodded again, and said firmly, "Uncle Angelo, I've made up my mind! I want to be a mage like you!"

Angelo: ...

Silly boy, what I said about the mage training method is all lying to you, why are you joining in the fun?

But looking at Skye's pricked ears not far away, Angelo opened his mouth and gave a dry laugh, "Okay, I hope you can hold on."

Recently, he has slowly felt how convenient it is to have a hacker in the church. What artificial intelligence, what search engine, can it be convenient to have a hacker like Skye? As long as Angelo wants to ask, Skye can immediately invade the surveillance video of that place...

But he can't tell Skye, I lied to you, I don't know how to practice magic, I want to prostitute you for nothing, right?

Simply, Nick's current physical fitness can still support the training of the Battle Sisters, and it happens to be able to create some space for Frank and Nick to be alone.

Let the father and son communicate more.

Thinking of this, Angelo gently kicked the little bone dragon aside, then hugged little Jiali with a smile, and kissed little Jiali's fat baby face, which made little Jiali giggle and squeeze into Angelo's ear.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu's daughter is not like those big capitalists! There is no gap with Dad. An Qiluo resolutely forgot that he has already joined the ranks of big capitalists now.

Finally, before going to bed at night, the combat sisters sent out to deliver food can finally get off work. From their dusty faces, it can be seen that these crazy women who can shoot with Vulcan cannons are also delivered food Live toss unclear.

Life is always harder than fighting, isn't it?

Of course, this also made the big capitalist Mr. Angelo realize his conscience, and decided to double their wages next month to $6,000 a month to join the middle class of the United States.

...

Hell's Kitchen at night is exceptionally quiet, except for the sound of machines operating in the factory, there is no other sound.

Even the gunshots, a hallmark of Hell's Kitchen, have long since disappeared.

Of course, the price is that almost all gangsters who tried to stir up disputes during the rush to make orders have become concrete piers on the seabed, silently contributing to New York's flood fighting cause.

However, in the New York Police Department headquarters building, it is not so peaceful.

A black policewoman was sitting on the chair opposite Chief George, with a determined expression on her face.

"Misty, have you really thought about it?" Director George asked seriously. "You know, setting up a police station in hell's kitchen is a very dangerous task. No policeman will even go with you. All I can do is allocate funds to you, but the policeman can only be done by yourself. Recruit."

"Yes! Director!" Mitis stood up from his chair and raised his hand.

Her right arm turned out to be a mechanical hand made of steel!

Director George glanced at Misty's mechanical arm with some concern, but when he saw the resolute expression on the other's face, he threw his hesitation out of his mind.

"Okay, Misty, I now appoint you as the chief of the Hell's Kitchen Police Department, and all matters are up to you." Chief George said seriously, and handed a police badge to Misty. "I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Director!" Misty exited the office.

After Misty left, Chief George sighed deeply. He didn't know if Misty could really set up a police station in Hell's Kitchen, where almost half of the mobs in the United States gathered, even if it was there It is not unacceptable for gangsters to storm the police station and rob prisons with guns.

However, until now, Misty is the only policeman who is willing to accept this task and go to Hell's Kitchen.

He originally wanted to wait until he had gathered enough police force before setting up a police station in Hell's Kitchen. However, when the police in New York City heard the chief said that they would be sent to Hell's Kitchen to set up a police station, they would rather resign directly than accept the task.

After all, a job with a salary of only $5,000 a month is no good.

Director George has no choice. If the New York police are forced to accept the task, I am afraid that the New York police will fall into the dilemma of a serious shortage of police force.

The case of the gangster being wiped out again this morning and the community member Maria being killed made Chief George unable to wait any longer. He could only transfer Misty, who had just recovered and adapted to the mechanical arm, back from the hospital. Accept the mission urgently.

Coulson told him that it was done by Hell Kitchen's chief heresy referee named Frank, and that the death of the Viper Gang and Councilor Maria was not wronged, and Councilor Maria was the mastermind behind the Viper Gang.

As for the title of Frank's chief heresy referee, it is the title of Frank seen from the Fuckbook of Hell's Kitchen gang members.

Now this name is gradually becoming familiar to the public on the Internet.

Coincidentally, Mitis' arm was broken by the gunmen of the Viper Gang when she was investigating the Viper Gang.

...

In the dark night sky above Queens, New York, a red figure suddenly flashed across the night sky.

The figure is wearing a ridiculously ill-fitting red tight pajamas and a funny wrestler mask wrapped around his head.

It was Peter Parker, or Peter the Spider.

Peter Parker looked at the incomparably calm New York City with some confusion. He was very confused, and he couldn't figure it out.

Are the gangsters in Queens on holiday? Or are they all good?

After he turned out of the window of his house in the middle of the night, he wanted to find a few robbers on the street to fight crimes, but found that the villains near his house seemed to have a collective holiday, and none of them were seen.

This made Peter Parker, who had just acquired the ability not long ago, very disappointed. Without criminals, there would be no chance to show his superpower.

He went to the Rathma Church today and saw Mr. Priest. He was thinking of coming out at night to show off.

He yearned for Mr. Tony Stark to fight terrorists as Iron Man. I am also very envious of Mr. Father riding a bone dragon and casting spells gracefully. Now not only are these two people being pursued on the Internet, but even their schoolmates have printed posters of the two people and pasted them on the classroom wall.

There is no way, Peter, who is eager to act chivalrously, can only use the spider silk to jump back and forth between the buildings, and run to the street far away from his home.

"Hey! Stop!" Finally, the little spider saw a black man who was robbing on another street, "Let go of that lady!"

Saying that, the little spider swung across the sky pulling the spider silk.

At this time, Peter can only be called Little Spider, not Spider-Man, and his purpose of acting as a chivalrous man is just to gain recognition from more people and show off his superpowers.

Of course, the child's heart is still kind.

...

The next morning, An Qiluo was "smashed" awake by the little Jiali who fell from the sky.

"Dad, Dad." Little Jiali shook Angelo's arm, "Nick actually did a workout with us today!"

An Qiluo was not annoyed when he woke up from being "smashed", he picked up little Jiali from the bed with a smile, walked to the window, and looked down.

On the grass in front of the church, Angelo saw Nick who was exercising with the adults.

He was sitting beside Frank, sitting and doing sit-ups at the same frequency as Frank, and talking at the same time.

Frank had an expression of both distress and joy.

Nick, on the other hand, was very relaxed, hardly even breathing.

Angelo was very curious about what Nick had said to Frank. The father and son finally got some space to be alone, and seemed to be able to communicate smoothly. Why is Frank still so distressed?

Angelo washed up casually, and then walked down the stairs with little Jiali and the increasingly fat Tachibana.

Skye still moved a chair and sat at the door of the church as usual, watching the crowd carry out "magic practice", without any thought of joining in.

Seeing Angelo walking down the stairs, Skye pointed to the father and son Frank and Nick with a subtle expression, leaned into Angelo's ear and whispered, "What's Frank's degree? The question Nick asked him I can't seem to answer any of them."

Skye leaned into his ear and spoke, the hot breath that he exhaled made Angelo's heart tremble, and his scalp felt a little tight.

An Qiluo glanced at the little Jiali who was looking at him with curious eyes from the rest of his eyes, and immediately restrained his thoughts and returned to his appearance of a gentleman.

Well, it's not suitable for children, you can't teach bad children!

After calming down, Angelo also heard the question Nick asked Frank.

His expression suddenly became very subtle, some pity, some want to laugh, and some sympathize with each other.

To be honest, if Nick asked him the question, he would not be able to answer it. The question is not difficult, it is just a simple equation, which An Qiluo learned in high school in his previous life.

But having learned does not mean knowing!

Since he went to university, he has returned this knowledge to his teacher long ago. Not to mention Frank, a guy who has been on the battlefield for more than ten years.

Skye noticed Angelo's expression from the side, and asked with a smirk, "Angelo, can't you answer it?"

An Qiluo immediately turned serious, "Impossible, of course I will, but..."

Angelo pointed to Frank whose expression was mixed with happiness and distress, "But don't you think that if I help Frank answer the question at this time, it will make their father and son less fun? This father and son have finally had a good relationship. an opportunity to communicate.”

Skye looked at Angelo teasingly, but did not expose him.

Angelo's face was a little red, he was afraid that Skye would ask him the answer, so he took little Jiali's little hand and walked to the kitchen.

While walking, he said, "Little Jiali, I think Tachibana must be hungry now, let's go to the kitchen to see what Uncle Long has cooked today, shall we?"

"Yeah!" Little Jiali nodded to her father very much. "I want to eat pot-packed meat!"

"Okay~ Let Uncle Long do it for you." Angelo smiled.

"Meow?"

The fat-hearted Tachibana tilted his head on the spot and was stunned for a few seconds. It obviously went to the kitchen to steal a meal before going to wake An Qiluo up with Xiao Jiali in the morning. Why would An Qiluo say that it was hungry?

An Qiluo cast a threatening look at it, which made Tachibana wisely put away his doubts and followed.

Well, I am really hungry, I can still eat.

...

After Angelo took little Jiali and left, Skye covered her mouth and smiled and looked at the back of Angelo pulling Xiao Jiali and "running away".

She leaned into An Qiluo's ear just now on purpose! Who knew Angelo was so serious, which made Skye more interested in this mysterious man.

Originally, her purpose of coming to the church in the first place was simply to find someone who also knew about S.H.I.E.L.D., and to help him avoid S.H.I.E.L.D.'s pursuit.

But after getting in touch, she found that what she thought was a secret—the SHIELD organization, seemed to exist insignificantly with this man.

Moreover, he can actually do magic!

This gradually shifted Skye's interest from S.H.I.E.L.D. to Angelo.

But the more I got in touch with him, the more I discovered the mystery of An Qiluo.

Strange ability, the magic power of bringing the dead back to life, there is a daughter who is not his own at first glance, a bizarre creature bone dragon, and a fat cat that is also not simple.

She once saw this fat cat jump more than ten meters in the middle of the night, stretch out countless tentacles from the end, and swallow the drone flying in midair in one gulp!

Moreover, he is obviously just a priest of a church, but he has come into contact with top American rich men like Tony Stark and Norman Osborn.

Gradually, Skye gradually transferred his interest in magic to Angelo. She knew that what An Qiluo said about the practice of magic was all nonsense.

All women worship the strong, until the scene of Angelo standing on the roof of the Empire State Building and casting spells gracefully on TV that day was completely imprinted in Skye's heart.

She found that she seemed to have fallen in love with Angelo, a mysterious man.

But she was too embarrassed to confess to An Qiluo, and she didn't know if An Qiluo would like her, and how embarrassing it would be if she was rejected...