The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 6 Investigating Human Traffickers

Angelo opened the door of the church, and the sun shone in from outside the door. The sunlight reflected off his body, forming a long silhouette on the ground.

In the eyes of the woman sitting on the bench in the hall, Angelo at this moment is like a god descending from the sky, with a big sun behind him, shining brightly.

Seeing that the door of the church was opened, Alexei followed the sound. From his face, it seemed that the one who opened the door was the fierce god from yesterday.

However, An Qiluo at this time looks completely different from yesterday. After removing the terrifying bone armor, he is dressed in casual clothes and has a slender and strong figure. He looks like a handsome Chinese youth, like a man who just Just like college graduates.

Alexei wanted to start a joke, but suddenly remembered that this was the terrifying evil spirit from last night, so he shivered.

This kind of horror can only be experienced by those who have experienced it first-hand, and it will never be empathetic through the dictation of others.

Stopping his thoughts of dying, Alexei took a silver-white box from the bodyguard, and handed it to Angelo respectfully.

"Mr. Pastor, here is a million dollar bill. This is my confession for the sins I have committed."

After taking the box, An Qiluo's originally squinted eyes opened slightly, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he said in a slightly smiling voice, "Well, very good, I feel your confession, Come in and sit down."

As he spoke, he stepped aside from the church door and signaled Alexei to enter the church.

"Ah? What?" Alexei looked at Angelo blankly, "Do you still want to go in?"

He just thought that An Qiluo was here to find them to fight the autumn wind, but now he wants to let himself in? Could it be a missionary?

"Yes, how can you repent if you don't go in and sit for a while? Or is the money not wasted, and I am not a robber." An Qiluo pushed him on the back impatiently, "By the way, let your The bodyguards are staying outside, stop talking nonsense."

At this time, Angelo had already seen a new "penitent" approaching from the street corner.

Alexei thought about his purpose of coming here today, gritted his teeth and signaled the gunman he had brought to wait in place, then turned his head and entered the church.

Angelo watched the bald man enter the church. He was not at all worried about what he would do to the girls in the church. Leaving aside the question that he would never dare to do so on his own territory, even if he dared, the gate The two clay golems on the inside will also teach him how to behave.

The second one came was the guy who opened his eyes and told nonsense yesterday. Angelo let him go through the process without any trouble. He also saw that Alexei had already gone in from a distance, so naturally he was fine. The mind of resistance.

What's more, I was not enough to fight An Qiluo in the base camp yesterday, and the few gunmen I brought today are not enough for him to fight. It's better to go in openly and have a strong image in front of these colleagues .

Although I can't beat you, I'm not afraid of you, well, this image is very tough!

...

By the time Angelo entered the church again, it was already half an hour later, and the bosses had all arrived, which made him very satisfied and saved him the trouble of visiting again. Five million.

Seeing Angelo enter the church and close the door, Alexei nervously waved his plastered arm twice. He whispered to the pimp Rayleigh sitting next to him, "Dude, how do you say the confession?"

"How would I know?" Riley glanced at him inexplicably.

These gang bosses basically knew each other, if it weren't for the atmosphere among colleagues, the atmosphere would not be so tense.

"Don't you believe in God?"

"Have you ever seen a church that believes in God called Rathma Church?" Riley glanced at him contemptuously, and thought to himself an uneducated idiot.

Angelo ignored the whispers among the gangsters, he walked up to the pulpit, sat down on it, and clapped his hands to attract the attention of the gangsters.

"Very good, very energetic, I believe you must have not slept well yesterday." An Qiluo had a gentle expression on his face. After all, these people paid the money, so the attitude can be relaxed.

Originally, he had no intention of killing these bastards, otherwise they would not have survived this morning. The living environment here is different from the previous life, and the gangsters have even become a link in the ecological chain here.

Having said that, Angelo took out a cigar and lit it, not caring at all whether it was appropriate in the church.

"I believe that you all sent someone to Baird's house to look at it before you came. That's right, I killed it." As he spoke, Angelo lifted Baird's bloody head from a plastic bag on the stage. came out and threw it on the ground.

Immediately, there was a commotion in the hall, and the expressions of the bosses of the gang became tense. They didn't know what An Qiluo meant, so they wanted to catch them all here?

They did send someone to look at it before they came, and there has been a big hole blown out there, as if it was blown up by a cruise missile, but it is definitely not made of missiles, and the American military is not a dry meal. How did Qi Luo do it, but they asked themselves that they would never be able to withstand this destructive power.

They can only attribute all this to Angelo's specialness. Maybe they have heard rumors of some special people, but they have never seen such a monster in the world with their own eyes.

That's why they sat here obediently and let An Qiluo manipulate them.

The group of women sitting in the corner of the hall looked at the face on the ground that brought them endless fear again, and couldn't help shrinking back.

An Qiluo looked at the various living beings below from the pulpit, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He's out of anger now, just stating a fact.

"I found out that he trafficked people in the dungeon of his house! The group of women sitting behind you were kidnapped by him." As he spoke, An Qiluo took out the bone bone from last night in his hand like magic. The long stick was firmly inserted into the ground next to the cross behind him, and the long stick went straight into the ground completely.

"For this kind of person, it is God's business to forgive them, and my task is to send him to God!"

"You are gangsters, I don't care, and I don't want to, but I don't want to see human traffickers in Hell's Kitchen, including the previous Baird's subordinates!"

Seeing that the whole stick hadn't sunk into the concrete floor, these gang bosses shuddered collectively. If this thing stabbed them...

Oh God, they swear, they will never let this thing poke themselves!

"Understood!" The gang bosses reached an amazing tacit understanding at this moment, and began to clean and investigate Hell's Kitchen after returning.

Even if An Qiluo didn't say anything today, once they knew about it, they would investigate the traffickers. The disaster was worse than his wife and children. No one wanted their family members to be taken away by human traffickers that day.

"Okay, get out when you're done confessing, it's okay." An Qiluo forced them to come in to tell them about this matter. If they can sincerely repent, they will really see a ghost.

As for these gangsters, will they intensify the oppression of civilians because he entrusted them with a one million confession fee?

No, one million is not a big amount for them, and gangsters will not exhaust their resources, nor dare they.

These bosses got up one after another. Since An Qiluo let them go, let's talk about repentance or something later. The most important thing now is to go back and find out if there are any leftovers of those traffickers.

When the gangsters just got up, the church members were pushed away again, and a figure in a suit and leather shoes, who looked like a social elite, walked in.

"Hello, is this the Rathma Church..."