The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 9 Number One to Number Nine

Just as Angelo was walking towards Hell's Kitchen.

Washington, Trident Building.

In the chief's office on the top floor.

Nick Fury sat on a chair with a black to shiny bald head, looking at the assistant in front of him.

"Hill, you said that there was an explosion in Hell's Kitchen in New York yesterday? Isn't that normal? There are gun battles all day long, almost catching up with Afghanistan. Now our most important task is to form a special team to deal with external threats, not Watch out for these sons of a bitch gangsters!"

Agent Hill passed the tablet in his hand with a blank expression, and a series of data was recorded on the screen above, "Director, I have already sent it to your mailbox. The energy level of this explosion exceeds that of normal TNT explosives. More than a dozen times, this is not normal."

Nick Fury rubbed his temples with some headaches. Recently, he has been busy paying attention to the affairs of the North Pole.

He took the tablet, looked at the dizzying data on it with one eye, and cursed in a low voice.

"Mom Fuck!"

Then he returned the tablet to Hill, "Okay, I understand, let the people in the scientific research department continue to investigate this matter, and let me know when you find out the reason, and I will find a way to deal with it."

"Okay, I see." Hill responded flatly, then turned and left.

But when he reached the door, he stopped again, turned his head and said, "By the way, some people in the World Security Council will be a little dissatisfied with our plan to restart Captain America. There is a lot of pressure, and we must act quickly."

Nick Fury nodded and stopped talking.

There are many factions in the World Security Council, and naturally there will be different opinions, among them, there are also those who wish that SHIELD would die on the spot. Some people don't know what threats the world faces. But Chief Fury knows, and has been preparing for it ever since Captain Marvel scared off the Kree spaceship.

Hill is the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Although he is a member of the World Security Council, Hill is essentially a qualified ninth-level agent and knows what to do to benefit the current complex situation of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hill didn't know that now that they had found the approximate location of Captain America, Nick Fury hid the progress of the plan from everyone.

The king of agents will not trust anyone, not even the World Security Council as the immediate boss.

...

On the way back to Hell's Kitchen, Alexei kept talking, even though Angelo didn't respond.

Alexey's parents died when he was a child, and he smuggled to the United States to live alone, then how he was bullied, and how he climbed up to his current position in the gang. He kept talking about how he met Zhou Guoxiang, the boss of the Hongmen.

The tragic stories in it are even enough to write a book "Twenty Years of the American Mob".

Angelo didn't speak. He knew that what Alexei said was probably true. In fact, no one is born to be a drug dealer or murderer. Many of them have come to this point because of their life experiences. Most bad guys in the usual sense wanted to be good guys at one time, they just had no choice.

Just like what Alexei said, he was at the bottom, and he had to live and eat. A child who stowed away could only join the gang, otherwise, what else could he do? If he didn't work hard to climb up, he might die tragically on the street one day.

He also knew what Alexei was thinking, and he could understand him, but so what, he still couldn't stand on the same line with an illegal arms dealer.

When Angelo returned to the church, he saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The nine women who insisted on staying have already cleared more than half of the weeds in the yard and are still cleaning up.

This was completely out of Angelo's expectations. According to his thinking, when he came back, these women should have dropped their tools, sat in the church and complained, and strongly demanded that he send them away.

What supported them to do this?

An Qiluo frowned and walked over to the leading woman and said, "You guys are qualified, you can stay, stop."

The woman paused to look at him, then said, "Well, I see, but we're not done yet."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to Angelo and continued to lead these women to work with their heads down, and no one left their tools.

An Qiluo clearly saw that these women's hands had been rubbed with blood blisters.

this……

Are you so stubborn?

Even if An Qiluo came to their position by himself, he might not be able to do as well as them.

An Qiluo waved helplessly at Alexei in the bus, signaling him to get out. These nine women had already reached this point, and he had absolutely no reason to send them away.

Back in the church, Angelo first went to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of beer, then sat on the pulpit and lit another cigar, waiting for the women to finish their work and come in, he planned to chat with them.

When Angelo was about to finish the beer in his hand, the nine women finally came in. Their hands were already bleeding, and the blood dripped down and was absorbed by the church carpet.

"Tell me, introduce yourselves." Angelo drank the last sip of wine, and placed the bottle on the beam of the cross.

It was supposed to be where the idol was tied.

Qin Lv didn't plan to ask them about their backgrounds. A woman who can be so ruthless to herself either has a background of suffering and hatred or has lost hope in life. There is no third possibility, and the miserable group.

This is true feminism, and it is more than one dimension stronger than those pastoral feminisms who only trembled on Weibo in the previous life.

It was the leading woman who stood up, and they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding in a short period of time, acquiescing to this woman's leadership position.

"Boss, you can call us one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. I'm number one." The woman had a stubborn and miserable expression on her face, "The past is not worth mentioning, and you shouldn't be interested in listening to it, boss." .”

"I'm number two."

"I'm number three."

"..."

The nine women introduced themselves in turn.

Hiss~ An Qiluo couldn't help but grit his teeth watching this scene. This is a real ruthless person, especially the leader of the woman who claims to be No. 1. This organizational ability is too scary.

These women didn't know each other before!

If I hadn't rescued them from that bastard Baird myself, knowing that they had no force, I would have thought it was a killer organization!

"Well..." An Qiluo was a little speechless, "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, you can go to the second floor to find a room, the room is enough, usually I live on the third floor, don't come up if you have nothing to do. Just go by yourself when you want to leave , don’t notify me.”

Seeing that they were still wearing the tattered clothes, Angelo took out nine bundles of hundred-dollar bills from the space backpack and placed them on the pulpit one by one.

"I go to buy clothes by myself, and the salary is 3,000 US dollars a month."

After doing all this, he turned around and went upstairs. He just wanted to go back to sleep. As for the rest, let's talk about it when he gets up. These women are not children anymore, so they should be able to take care of themselves.

An Qiluo really didn't want to stay with these nine women anymore, what the hell was he doing, one, two, three, four, five, six, as if he had lost his human feelings, his teeth ached.