The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 87 What? are you in paris

"Angelo, come quickly!" Dr. Ethan's anxious shout awakened Angelo from the fantasy of super doubling, "Little Jiali ate a bone!"

Angelo was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

Little Jiali ate a bone? The news that the child cut his trachea by eating a bone instantly appeared in his mind.

and! Even if it's not a bone, you can't eat it indiscriminately if it's other things! Who knows if this just dug out of the soil has any virus or something like that!

Angelo turned into a gust of wind and rushed into the backyard of the church at the fastest speed in his life.

But when he entered the backyard, he realized that things were not as bad as he thought?

Little Jiali giggled, and threw herself into his arms with a smile that was so sweet that she could get tired of it, she didn't look like she just swallowed a bone at all!

"What's the matter?" Angelo looked at Dr. Ethan and Dr. Banner suspiciously. He heard correctly just now, what he said was that little Jiali ate a bone.

"We saw little Jiali eat it with our own eyes." Dr. Ethan and Dr. Banner also looked astonished.

"Yeah, Dad, that bone is delicious." After kissing Angelo's cheek, little Jiali jumped out of his arms, ran to the box and took out two more. A bone, in the dull eyes of everyone, was eaten like potato chips...

"Crack, click..."

After finishing one bone, little Jiali ran to An Qiluo with the remaining bone, "Father, you eat too."

Angelo:? ? ? Is it really that smooth?

An Qiluo subconsciously took the bone and broke it vigorously, but the bone did not move at all.

Um? so hard.

Only now did he come back to his senses, and immediately picked up little Jiali nervously and asked, "How is it, little Jiali, do you feel uncomfortable, is your throat dry, does it hurt?"

Seeing her father's seriousness, little Jiali shrank back in fear and said in a small voice, "No, Tachibana and I used to eat like this, Dad, why don't you eat it if you don't eat it, you are so fierce Well……"

Tachibana, who had been huddled in the corner long ago, covered his head with his paw, his whole cat face was full of helplessness.

Seeing An Qiluo's angry gaze towards the corner, Tachibana stepped back very consciously, and it had a hunch that if he didn't run away, something that would make him regret his life would happen next.

The conscience of heaven and earth, it did eat any high-energy food when it was wandering with Xiao Jiali in the past, but this time it is really not the little Jiali it encouraged. Want to go up and take a bite!

To put it bluntly, I was hungry and scared, and I was reluctant to waste food when I saw it.

"Number One! Grab that big fat cat! Take it to be neutered!" An Qiluo's voice was very peaceful, but it sounded like thunder in Tachibana's ears.

God! sterilization! terrible!

Tachibana's hair was all blown up, he turned around and ran, between the delicious food provided by An Qiluo and his own balls, he decisively chose the balls, if there are other useless things, it doesn't matter, but the balls But it represents the question of his dignity as a male Yuan Devourer!

Tachibana made up his mind, never appear in front of An Qiluo before his anger subsides! This man is horrible.

No. 1 chased Tachibana and left the backyard in a frenzy.

Angelo looked at the little Jiali who was tugging at her clothes, and comforted him, "I'm doing this for Tachibana's benefit. Kittens can only live longer if they are neutered."

Little Jiali nodded her head half-understood. At her age, she still doesn't know what sterilization is, but since her father said it, it must be right. I really don't understand what Tachibana is doing.

...

Although Little Gali seemed to be fine, Angelo was still a little worried. At this time, he thought of one of his foul-mouthed friends——Tony Stark.

"Hey! Stark! Where are you?" Angelo asked Little Gali to go upstairs to study with Dr. Banner, and he called Stark himself.

"..."

"What? You're in Paris? Didn't you say you were going to Afghanistan to find trouble with terrorists? Could it be that you went to Fashion Week to sleep with models?"

"..."

"Oh, then you'd better ignore the Ten Rings Gang. Just now your god girl ate a bone. You'd better come back and have a look. I want to use your laboratory to check on little Jiali."

"..."

"Well, good, as soon as possible!"

After hanging up the phone, An Qiluo hung up the phone with a heavy heart. He was really worried that Xiao Jiali would eat him up. Now the laboratory under the church is not even an experimental equipment, even the ground has not been dug. .

Fortunately, Stark said that he would be back within today.

...

At this time, it was already noon, and Alexei was distributing lunches to gangster boys, and the pimp Rayleigh contracted the lunch boxes for the construction site.

With some distress, he took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Rayleigh. He found that except for himself, the director of the black committee, these bastards seemed to have contracted part of the business and found a way to make money.

On the construction site, he was in charge of lunch for the construction workers (gangster boys), and the bastard Rayleigh provided the workers with a particularly rich food! There is actually a whole piece of steak!

This is outrageous, this is definitely the first steak lunch served at construction sites across the United States!

It's also fortunate that the Hell's Kitchen collective gang raised enough funds, otherwise they would definitely be eaten and bankrupt by these workers!

"Hi, your name is Frank?" Alexey elbowed a worker next to him, "Tell me, do I want to do some business like Rayleigh and the others?"

Frank was a taciturn mid-thirties man with sinews and exposed arm scars that made him look less like a construction worker than a mercenary.

But this is not a rare thing in Hell's Kitchen. Which of these gangsters is not injured?

Frank cast a cold glance at Alexei's big bald head, didn't speak, just picked up his lunch box, got up and walked to a distance to continue eating.

If he hadn't earned money for his son to refrigerate dead bodies in the morgue, and the wages offered by this construction site were considered high in New York, he would never have run to work under this idiot's bald man.

Alexei was uncomfortable with Frank's eyes, and even felt a little hairy on his back.

Just now, this guy looked at him as if he was looking at a pile of dead meat!

What is the origin of this guy?

Although he was a little annoyed by Frank's attitude, Alexey was very wise and "generous" not to pursue Frank's offense against himself, the director of the black committee. After all, this is a construction site, not a gang.

Well, I am now the contractor of the construction site, not an arms dealer.

"Whoosh~ Meow!"

"Whoosh~"

Two crackling sounds passed behind Alexei, interrupting Alexei's thoughts.

"Huh?" Alexey looked at the two figures running in the distance, "How can Miss No. 1 run so fast? What kind of thing is she chasing? A big yellow mouse?"