The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 3 Talking nonsense with eyes open

When the flames dissipated, all the gangsters stretched their necks trying to find the body.

A white shadow rushed over suddenly, it was An Qiluo wearing a bone armor.

This time An Qiluo didn't intend to shoot the opponent, so he swung the bone stick in his hand and hit the shoulder of the little gangster who fired the RPG just now.

Even under the anger, he increased his strength a little.

Just now, he was careless and didn't dodge the RPG, and actually took a shot. Although it didn't cause any harm to him, the smoke and dust aroused choked his mouth.

"Young man, don't talk about martial arts! Is this good, this is not good..." He whispered the language on the other side of the ocean that the gangster didn't understand, and swung the stick in his hand.

"Ah~"

"My arm is broken!"

"Run!"

The collapse started from the screech of the gangster leader. An Qiluo directly smashed the opponent's arm to the ground with a stick, and a large piece of flesh on the shoulder was also torn off.

Invulnerable, wearing bone armor, and chanting demon spells in his mouth—because he couldn't understand, they were understood by the gangsters as the language of demons.

Andro let out the depression in his heart, and consciously lowered the strength in his hand.

He didn't have to kill them all.

After breaking up these gangsters, Andro just chased and broke a few people's leg bones, and then continued his journey. wasting too much time

"Alexey! Here I come!" Andro found the residence of the first gang boss, which was already heavily guarded.

There were two modified armed pickups parked at the door, each with a heavy machine gun mounted on them, and more than a dozen well-armed militants stood at the door of the house.

Alexei was the largest illegal arms dealer in Hell's Kitchen, and the first thing Angelo found was a hard bone.

Hearing Angelo's shout, a tall Russian bald man came out from behind the crowd with a cigar in his mouth.

"What priest are you? It's you..." Alexei wrinkled and didn't ask. "Who hurt me?"

A stretcher was lifted out from the crowd, and the person lying on it was the gang leader whose hand was first broken by Angelo. At this time, the wound on the shoulder had been roughly bandaged with gauze.

"He shot me with an RPG first." An Qiluo stopped, intending to give the other party a chance, "Also, I am Pastor Rathma, do you want to believe it?"

Alexei suddenly laughed, extremely dangerously, "Although you may be a bit special, but... who gave you the courage to talk to me like that!"

The second half of the sentence has turned into a roar!

"Fire!"

Following Alexei's order, the heavy machine gun began to spit out flames that would kill anyone at the muzzle, and the bullets swept towards Angelo like a light whip, and the rest of the gangsters also started shooting with their guns .

The house on the opposite side of the road was swept by the opponent's bullets, leaving a series of dense bullet holes on it, almost cutting the building in half.

According to An Qiluo's speed, he could have avoided it, but...

Yes, but not necessary.

He wants to subdue these bastards directly!

In the horrified eyes of a gangster, An Qiluo forcibly pushed forward with the bullets of the heavy machine gun. The gangsters just mechanically pulled the trigger.

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

five meters.

...

Until Angelo raised his hand and smashed the leg of the machine gunner on the armed pickup truck, the wailing of the machine gunner curled up on the ground woke them all up.

Angelo swung his stick and charged into the crowd.

In an instant, there were crisp fractures and wailing sounds from the crowd, occasionally accompanied by one or two gunshots.

But these are useless struggles, An Qiluo is like a demon god descending into the world, a slight touch of the stick in his hand will break his tendons and bones.

When passing by the gang leader before, Angelo "accidentally" stepped on and broke his other arm.

"Hey!" When the scene returned to calm again, Angelo stepped on Alexei's arm and asked him with a smile, "Brother, do you want to believe in religion?"

Alexei's face was extremely ugly, "Since you won, take whatever you want, don't humiliate me!"

He didn't believe that the other party crawled over and asked him if he wanted to believe in what the hell Rasma taught him!

The world outside the law is as simple as that, the winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing.

An Qiluo shook his head impatiently. He realized that he really couldn't talk well with these gangsters. He stepped hard, and there was a crisp cracking sound, "Would you like to believe in religion? If you don't, I'll beat you to death!"

Alexei was also a tough guy. Although he was sweating coldly due to the pain from his fracture, he didn't even make a muffled groan.

"That's it?" Alexei gritted his teeth and asked, enduring the pain, "Then I believe it!"

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, since the other party has no intention of killing him, why bother to seek death himself.

Only then did Angelo take his foot off the opponent's arm in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Then remember to report at Rathma Church tomorrow morning, you need to repent, by the way, don't forget to bring a Millions of confession fees, otherwise I will come to you again."

After finishing speaking, An Qiluo estimated the time. It was almost time to go to the next house. He was about to turn around and prepare to leave when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head and said to Alexei.

"That's right, everyone is a civilized person, why bother to fight and kill?"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left the street, leaving only Alexei who was about to cry without tears.

Looking at his subordinates lying all over the floor, what the hell is he called a civilized person? They say don't fight and kill?

He suffered a lot tonight. Except for the unlucky ghost who lost his arms, these hot men are his core strength and must be cured. In a short time, there will be no one around him who can rest assured. He can only hope An Qiluo could do the same thing to other gangsters, otherwise it would be dangerous if someone attacked him!

...

On the other side, Angelo's progress was unexpectedly smooth.

Every time he went to a new gang, not only did the other party not waste a shot, but the boss who was very cooperative stood at the door of the house and greeted him personally.

Before he could speak, the gang bosses took the initiative to speak.

"I believe! I believe! I have been a faithful believer in Rasma since I was a child, long live Rasma!" The answers of the gangsters seemed to be unified, surprisingly unanimous.

Angelo looked at the gang bosses as if he had seen a ghost.

What about your dignity? Talking nonsense with your eyes open like this, how did you become the boss? Been a loyal believer in Rathma since childhood?

Let your mother fart! Rathma is not a god at all! Lao Tzu is Priest Rathma, a necromancer! Not a believer in Rasma, who the hell knows what the hell Rasma is?

Seeing Angelo's astonished expression, the boss of the gang thought he was dissatisfied, and quickly said that he would gather at the church gate tomorrow morning with one million confession fees.

Now that the other party has said so, An Qiluo naturally has no reason to attack them again.

This situation continued until An Qiluo found a gang boss whose business was smuggling in Eastern Europe...