The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 28 CIA?

As soon as Xiao Jiali got into the car, she saw the "hand cannon" transformed into a punk style by Angelo.

The little guy immediately cheered, jumped into the car and hugged the big guy.

For a creature like her that feeds on energy, the energy fluctuations on this big revolver are as attractive as a roast chicken in the eyes of a beggar.

She can absorb this kind of energy fluctuation. Holding this big revolver is equivalent to eating all the time. Although the amount is not large, it is more durable! These small iron pieces are also generating new energy fluctuations all the time.

"How is it? Do you like it? Little Jiali." Angelo looked at his little princess with a smile.

At this time, he finally understood the doting eyes of those friends in his previous life when they looked at their own daughter. Of course, if it's a son, it's another matter. I can't wait to beat him eight times a day.

"I like it~" Xiao Jiali hugged the big revolver, grinning, showing a mouthful of white teeth. "Dad is the best~"

I don't know if she simply likes this gun or the energy fluctuations on it.

Seeing No. 1 getting into the back seat with a shopping bag, little Jiali turned to No. 1 with a big gun in her arms and said, "Thank you, sister No. 1."

"Hey! It's okay, it's okay." No. 1 waved his hand with a smile.

Not to mention that this is the boss's daughter, she herself likes this sensible little girl very much.

Angelo started the car and headed towards the church.

He didn't forget to buy a cake for little Jiali, and it happened that the only cake shop in Hell's Kitchen was on the way back.

"Wow!" When I arrived at the cake shop, looking at the cakes in the window, Little Jiali exclaimed, "It's so beautiful~"

Angelo nodded with a smile, and then said, "Honey, which one do you like? Dad will buy it for you."

Little Jiali was overjoyed, and then looked at An Qiluo in disbelief, "Dad... can you really buy it for me? Or just forget it."

In Jiali's memory, the life of wandering with Tachibana occupies most of her memory. Although I haven't eaten it, but looking at the appearance of those children, it seems that the cake is not something that can be eaten casually.

She was afraid that the cake would be too expensive, which would bring trouble to An Qiluo.

An Qiluo rubbed her purple hair distressedly, and then smiled, "It's okay, buy it with confidence, if it's not for fear that you will get too fat, it doesn't matter if Dad buys all of this."

Hearing what An Qiluo said, little Jiali felt relieved, and happily walked into the shop with a big gun in her arms, and An Qiluo also followed in with a smile.

Little Jiali refused to put down the big gun, so Angelo let her go. After all, this is Hell's Kitchen, and there is no bullet in the gun.

The owner of the store is a female boss, a standard young woman, who is very delicately dressed, and the cakes in the store are also very delicate.

It can be seen that this young woman seems to be a woman with a story.

But this has nothing to do with Angelo. People in Hell's Kitchen, even those gangsters, have no stories. The most important thing now is to accompany the little princess to choose a cake.

The female boss is not a person who tells her story whenever she meets. She smiled and watched Xiao Jiali choose the cake, and nodded to Angelo as a greeting.

As for the big gun in this little girl's hand? The female boss didn't have the slightest fear on her face. This is Hell's Kitchen. There are even more people going out with guns than without guns, although the big gun the little girl is holding is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Little Jiali lingered for a while in front of the biggest Snow White-shaped cake, and then hesitantly walked to the smallest cake. Little Jiali carefully ordered a glass.

"Dad, can I buy this?"

It was a piece of cake the size of an adult's palm, and cream was used to create a strange shape that he didn't recognize. It had a big mouth that was split to the ear, so ugly that it was hard to bear to look at it.

Angelo was a little dumbfounded. It seemed that Xiao Jiali was still worried that she couldn't afford it. In fact, the cake was really not as expensive as she thought...

"Gali, this one is too small. If we want to eat, we have to eat the biggest one! Who can eat such a small amount!" Angelo pulled little Jiali, and then walked to the biggest Snow White cake. "Eat this!"

Saying that, without giving Xiao Jiali a chance to refute, she directly put her hand in her pocket, pretended to take out a handful of cash, and handed it to the female boss.

...

By the time Angelo returned to the church with the smiling little Jiali and No. 1, it was almost noon before he knew it.

The backseat of the car has been filled with the purchases of the day, little Gali's clothes, and a giant three-tier cake.

After parking the car, he saw a black off-road vehicle parked at the door of the church.

Usually no one comes here, let alone someone parks the car here, An Qiluo looked curiously for a few times, but couldn't see what was going on inside the car, so An Qiluo didn't continue to investigate further.

The road at the door is not his home either, he is not so domineering, he won't even stop parking on the road at the door.

Helping No. 1 to take the cake back to the church, Xiao Jiali kindly called No. 1 and the nine of them with a big gun, saying that she wanted these sisters to eat the cake together!

Lao Tzu's daughter is good! Knowing how to share at such a young age.

Angelo was smiling and waiting for Xiao Jiali to share the cake with him, but at this time two guys in black suits got out of the car at the door.

One of the black suits walked into the church naturally, and the other black suit stood beside the off-road vehicle, showing no intention of coming over.

Angelo squinted at the black suit walking into the church, subconsciously moved his body, and stood in front of little Jiali.

Naturally, he would not naively think that the other party was here to confess his crimes or to travel.

Not only because of the other party's black suit, but also because of the other party's temperament.

Temperament is a difficult thing to describe, An Qiluo can clearly feel that the other party's temperament is more like a killer in the dark or... an agent.

"What's the matter with you?" Angelo asked first.

The hands have been quietly clenched into an O shape, ready to take out the stick and swing the opponent at any time. If it's a killer or an agent, let's fight first. He doesn't want to give the opponent a chance to accidentally injure others.

Other people in the church noticed the movement here, and cast strange glances one after another. The last Bullseye who did this was already dead and inhuman.

He is a white man in his mid-twenties in a black suit. He has short dark brown hair, big eyes, high nose bridge, and high browbones. He looks like a tough guy in a typical American movie. He looks at the church layout with a relaxed expression. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Hearing An Qiluo's words, the white man finally turned his attention to him and smiled stiffly.

"I'm CIA Agent Grant Ward. Are you Angelo Lee?"

"Well, I am, what's the matter?" An Qiluo frowned, how could he have anything to do with the CIA?

"You are now involved in a case that endangers national security. Now please go back with me to accept investigation and evidence collection."

As he said that, Grant Ward took out a certificate from the pocket of his suit, showed it to Angelo, and then pointed to No. 1, Little Jiali and others.

"They are also related to this case and need to be brought back together."