The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 7 Stark Industries Comes

As soon as the elite in the suit entered the church, he knew that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

So many eyes in the church looked at him, it almost scared him to pee.

Now, except for the kidnapped women, there are all gang bosses who dared to gather people to attack the police station. Although the menacing aura on his body didn't work for An Qiluo, the elite in suits couldn't bear it.

He's just a small employee in Stark Industries' New York office! Although this is a job that everyone envies.

When he saw so many luxury cars outside the church just now, he thought it was a visit from rich people. If he could buy this church in front of so many rich people, it would give him a lot of embarrassment.

But looking at it now, it's not a rich man's inspection, it's clearly the gang boss who came here for a party!

Hiss~ The elite in the suit suddenly took a breath of cool air, and subconsciously put away the inexplicable sense of superiority in him.

Otherwise, he wasn't sure if he would be killed by a black gun after leaving the church.

"Hi..." The elite in suits searched the church, finally locked their eyes on An Qiluo, and greeted An Qiluo dryly, because these gangsters sat down obediently, only He's sitting on the pulpit and looks like he's the one who counts here.

"This...Mr." The suit elite hesitated for a while, and finally decided to call the other party Mr. Angelo, who was dressed in casual clothes, really didn't look like a priest. "May I ask if you plan to sell this church again?"

"Huh?" An Qiluo glanced at the other party in surprise, "Who are you?"

At the same time, some gang bosses who were about to get up also sat down again, preparing to watch the show. Although they "voluntarily" paid a million confession fee, it does not mean that they are really willing. At the same time, they also hope that this man in a suit can really After buying this church, what if Angelo asks them for confession fees again in the future.

"I'm an employee of Stark Industries' New York office, and my name is Hayden Walker." The man in the suit carefully organized his words, trying to maintain a polite tone, "Well, we can probably spend five million to acquire this church of yours .”

An Qiluo couldn't help being happy, if the other party came here a day ago, he might have really sold it. The church was listed for less than $200,000 when he bought it.

but now……

He just earned 25 million in the morning! It has completely broken away from the poor grassroots, and it will not be sold for five million. This is a golden rooster that can lay eggs.

Besides, he knows that Stark Industries is the family business of Iron Man's big dog. Although he doesn't know why Tony Stark wants to buy his own church, five hundred thousand seems a bit contemptuous.

An Qiluo completely forgot the fact that he was still in the abject poverty a day ago, and the price of 500,000 yuan has doubled.

"Sorry, not for sale." An Qiluo shook his head and refused. "At least fifty million."

According to Angelo's prediction, according to the style of Tony Stark's big dog, if it is not sold for 500,000, it will be 1 million, and it will continue to double.

But the reality dealt him a fatal blow. The man in the suit just nodded in disappointment, then turned and left.

Angelo looked at his back in surprise, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything in front of these gang bosses.

No, you are bargaining! You really want to buy it! Asking prices all over the sky, never heard of paying back the money after landing?

This is actually An Qiluo's negligence. Tony, the big dog, has the confidence to double it. Unfortunately, the man in the suit is just a wage earner. The price of 500,000 he just said is already the highest amount given above this time. This still depends on the face of Tony Stark personally ordering it.

Since An Qiluo didn't want to sell, there was no need for him to stay here any longer. The eyes of those gangster bosses sent chills down his spine. After all, the job belonged to the boss and his life belonged to him.

The man in the suit walked out of the church quickly, then returned to his car, and left Hell's Kitchen as if fleeing for his life. After he took a breather, he took out his phone and called his superior, "Hey, sir! Please tell Stanley Mr. Tucker, the other party won't sell it, and said at least 50 million..."

Seeing the man in the suit fleeing in disappointment, the gang bosses in the church saw that there was nothing to see, so they had to get up and leave the church one by one.

An Qiluo saw that there was no hope of being ripped off. Although he was a little disappointed, he was not at a loss. After all, there were twenty-five golden chickens that could only lay eggs.

He's going to wait until the mob bosses are gone, go out and rent a bus, and take these women out of Hell's Kitchen. Sooner or later these women will return to their own lives.

In the end, everyone left, except that bastard Alexey was still sitting on the bench in the hall with a pious expression on his face.

He glanced at himself from time to time.

Tired of being watched by him, Angelo jumped down from the podium impatiently, lit another cigar casually, and walked to Alexei's side.

"Alexey, have you finished your confession?" The implication was to issue an order to expel the guest.

What he didn't expect was that Alexei was talking nonsense in a serious manner, as if he didn't hear the meaning of Angelo's words at all, "No, I think I was summoned by Rasma..."

Seeing the swaying flesh on his face, An Qiluo laughed angrily, "If you have something to say, go outside and fart. I have something to go out later."

He's not a devil either. After all, Alexey's identity is the one who contributed one million confession fees. He can't just break the opponent's leg and throw him out just because he's staying in the church.

Moreover, the other party's small eyes obviously wanted to tell him something.

"Hey, that..." Alexey licked his face and moved closer, "Mr. Pastor, what's the matter with you, what can I do for you?"

Angelo thought for a moment, then pointed to the group of women sitting in the corner, "I plan to rent a bus and send these women to Hongmen in Chinatown. Do you have a bus for rent? I can paid for."

Hongmen in Chinatown, this is what Angelo heard about during the half a year here. You must know that Americans have a very serious idea of ​​racial discrimination, so many Chinese doing business in the United States are often bullied by locals. , as long as Hongmen finds out, he will help them vent their anger in private.

These Chinese women will be helped there.

Alexey raised his eyebrows, so you pay us with the confession fee you "taken" from us?

Even though he thought so, Alexey said, "Zhou from Hongmen? I happen to know him. I'll call and ask my subordinates to come over with a bus, and I'll take you there in person."

Then he took out the phone and dialed it.

An Qiluo looked at him with squinted eyes and didn't speak. After he ordered his subordinates to drive the bus over, An Qiluo said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

He didn't believe that this bastard could be so kind. Which of these gangsters didn't have many lives? Will you do good deeds? If you don't have anything to do, you can either rape or steal!

This is no less than the president of the United States has contracted the flu.

"I actually felt inspired by Rasma. I think I need to do something for some of the wrong things I did before..."

Looking at the bald man talking nonsense, An Qiluo summoned a long white bone stick in his hand.

An Qiluo couldn't guess what the other party was up to, but he knew that his stick could make the other party tell the truth. After all, if a filial son is born under the stick, it seems that it is not difficult to make a gangster tell the truth.

"Tell the truth!" Angelo said coldly. "Or I'll stick this stick up your ass."