The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 8 Chinatown and Hongmen

"I want you to protect me for a while, at least until my subordinates recover." Looking at the stick in Angelo's hand, Alexei could only tell the truth.

Angelo stared into his eyes and didn't speak for a while, until the bald man got a little hairy, then he said slowly, "Yes, but you'd better not expand under my banner during this time."

The reason why Alexei came to him to seek asylum was actually his own reason. Yesterday, I wounded all his core strength, almost all core members.

It wasn't the Holy Mother of Angelo. Although he didn't like the gangsters, he didn't want to kill them too much, because if a gangster was to be annexed, there would definitely be a large-scale gun battle. In a ghostly place like Hell's Kitchen, who knows what kind of heavy firepower Alexei, an arms dealer, would use if he wanted to kill him. Even if he took out a depleted uranium bomb, Angelo would not be surprised.

Therefore, the best way is to maintain stability.

In addition, I really need Alexei to build a bridge with the Hongmen people, so it can be considered as a favor to the other party.

He had only heard about this Chinese organization, but had never been in contact with it. If Alexey is willing to bridge the introduction, it will save a lot of trouble.

"Thank you, Pastor." Hearing that Angelo agreed, Alexei breathed a sigh of relief. He had no doubt that if Angelo didn't agree to protect him, he might be known if he walked this street. Which corner of the black gun killed.

Soon, one of his subordinates drove a bus and stopped in front of the church. Angelo signaled the women in the corner to get on the bus.

Alexei dragged the black gangster who was driving over out of the car, whispered something in his ear, and then sat in the driver's seat and waited for the women to finish boarding the car.

This is what An Qiluo agreed with these women yesterday, and sent them out of Hell's Kitchen this morning.

Most of the women got on the bus, and there were only nine Chinese women standing at the door of the church, refusing to move.

An Qiluo frowned and walked over, and said softly, "Get in the car. I'll send you out of here."

The nine Chinese women looked at each other and looked at each other. One of the women who seemed to be the leader stood up. It was the same woman who stood up and asked him for hot water yesterday.

"Mr. Angelo, we want to stay, we can help you, we have nowhere to go, our family..."

An Qiluo waved his hand impatiently, and interrupted her, "I don't care if you have a place to go, my task is to send you out of here."

The woman bit her lip stubbornly, and said in a shy voice, "We can stay and help you. For a church as big as yours, you need nuns, and you must also need service personnel. We can clean up..."

Taking a funny look at the stubborn woman in front of him, An Qiluo shook his head, cleaning? Is my skeleton warrior not working well or is the skeleton warrior trying to negotiate a raise with me? Those skeletons don't have lawyers!

He doesn't have to drive these women away, it's good to add some popularity to the church, but the environment in Hell's Kitchen is really not suitable for these women. Every day here, guns are fired or cannons are fired. Even RPGs can be taken out for street shootouts, so stay to deliver food? ?

"Didn't you say that you can work?" Angelo jokingly pointed at the weeds in the church yard that were almost as tall as adults, "Plow the land here once, and I promise you to stay. If you can't do it, you will Get out now."

In An Qiluo's view, these women are not bad looking, with long legs and oval faces, at least above sixty-five points. These women are not said to be spoiled as princesses by those hungry men in the outside world, but they are absolutely I can't do such a job. Even if the United States is a country that emphasizes equal rights between men and women, it is nothing more than changing women from disadvantaged groups to a different name-gentlemanly demeanor!

But to his surprise, these women glanced at the weeds all over the yard, turned around and returned to the yard, picked up the tools by the wall and started working without a word.

this……

An Qiluo looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, what the hell is this brain? Really plowing? Can't these women see that he is trying to drive them away?

After being stunned for a moment, An Qiluo shook his head, turned around and got on the bus without bothering them.

Did they really think they did all the rough work? Maybe they will complain about it after a while, forget it, let them just give up. It's a big deal to wait for a while when I come back and see them off.

Alexei glanced at An Qiluo thoughtfully, without saying a word, he started the bus directly and headed towards Chinatown.

In fact, An Qiluo should be regarded as a member of the chaotic and kind camp. When his own interests are not harmed, he doesn't care about helping others, but he is definitely not a saint who sacrifices himself for others.

Although he always says he doesn't care, it's none of my business, but in fact, he is still working hard to keep the last brilliance of humanity in his heart from being swallowed up by desire, otherwise, according to the current power, he can choose to become a dictator of the earth .

At this time, no one on earth can beat him, not even the United States, which is still frozen in the North Pole.

When approaching Chinatown, Angelo, who had been silent since getting in the car, asked Alexei, "What did you tell your subordinates just now?"

Alexei saw that Angelo's mood was fluctuating, and he drove carefully, without shaking his wits, but answered honestly, "I asked him to go back and publicize that I have been protected by you recently. Of course, I asked him to say And that's just before my guys come out of the hospital recovering from their injuries."

Angelo was a little dumbfounded by him, this is a thousand miles away from the gangster he imagined, the gangster boss in his imagination should be a godfather type like Marlon Brando, why does this Russian big bald man now look Looks like a douchebag?

Hmm... more like Star-Lord?

"Do you know Star Lord?"

"I don't know, who is that?"

"A stupid X."

Angelo shook his head, looking at Chinatown outside the car window, he no longer thought about these troublesome things.

Alexei silently remembered the name Xingjue in his heart, and marked it with a silly X.

The car stopped in front of a Chinese-style building in Chinatown. Alexei jumped out of the cab, and a group of Chinese walked out of the door to meet them. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing glasses and wearing a Tang suit. bald.

"Hey! Guoxiang Zhou!" Alexei hugged the middle-aged man named Zhou Guoxiang, then pointed to the bus behind him, "This is the girl my boss asked me to send."

An Qiluo on the side heard this and hurried forward, letting this bastard go on talking, these women will have to go back into the tiger's den right after leaving the wolf's den, and said in fluent Chinese, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm not his boss. I It's called Angelo Lee. These women were kidnapped by gangsters in Hell's Kitchen, and I'm sending them here to ask you to help them return to normal life."

Except for a few Eastern European women, these people are basically of Chinese descent, so there is nothing wrong with sending them to Hongmen. The only thing Hongmen can get support in Chinatown is to help local Chinese in the United States.

Zhou Guoxiang looked at the young man of Chinese mixed race in front of him. His fluent Chinese made him feel good, and he seemed to have a little domestic northern accent.

He nodded approvingly, "Well, Mr. Li, I thank you for these people. I will arrange my subordinates to help them settle down."

Angelo shook his head, "It's nothing, this is what I should do, we are all compatriots."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Guoxiang was more satisfied with this young man, and quickly patted An Qiluo on the shoulder and smiled, "Young man, I heard that you are very powerful. If there is any trouble that cannot be solved in the future, you can come Chinatown is looking for me, as long as I am here, no one can touch you in Chinatown!"

An Qiluo agreed with a smile. Although he said that if he could not solve the trouble with his own force, the other party would certainly not be able to solve it, but this kind of recognition from his compatriots made him very satisfied.

After briefly handing over the personnel, An Qiluo and Alexei refused Zhou Guoxiang's persuasion, and left directly in the bus. An Qiluo wanted to go back and send the nine women who refused to leave.

Of course, before leaving, I also talked to Zhou Guoxiang about my need to hire a Chinese chef, and asked him to help pay attention, he has had enough of the terrible craftsmanship of those skeletons! It's only a little bit better than the country's looking up at the starry sky!