The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

When the firelight dissipated, the gang members stretched their necks to try to find the body.

A white shadow suddenly rushed over, it was Angelo who was wearing a bone armor.

This time, Angelo didn't plan to shoot at the opponent, he swung the long bone stick in his hand and smashed it directly on the shoulder of the gangster who fired the RPG just now.

Even under his anger, he increased his strength a bit.

Just now, he was careless and didn't dodge the RPG. He actually took a shot. Although it didn't cause any damage to him, the smoke that aroused choked his mouth.

"Young man, don't talk about martial arts! This is good, this is not good..." He whispered in his mouth the language on the other side of the ocean that the gangster couldn't understand, and the stick in his hand flew up.

"Ah~"

"My hand is broken!"

"Run!"

The collapse started from the screams of the gangster leader. Angelo smashed the opponent's arm directly to the ground with a stick, and tore off a large piece of flesh along with the shoulder part.

Invulnerable to swords and armor, he was wearing bone armor, and he was still chanting the devil's incantation-because he couldn't understand it, he was understood by the gangsters as the devil's language.

Andro vented the depression in his heart, and the strength in his hand was consciously controlled to decrease.

He didn't need to kill all these people.

After breaking up these gangsters, Andro just chased after breaking the leg bones of a few people, and then continued his journey. These people are just the characters of the gangsters, they can't be the masters, there is no need to be in them wasting too much time

"Alexey! I'm here!" Andro found the residence of the first gang leader, which was heavily guarded.

There were two modified armed pickups parked at the entrance, with a heavy machine gun on each pickup, and more than a dozen well-equipped armed men stood at the entrance of the house.

Alexei is the biggest illegal arms dealer in Hell's Kitchen, and the first thing Angelo finds is a hard bone.

Hearing Angelo's cry, a tall Russian bald man walked out from behind the crowd with a cigar in his mouth.

"What kind of priest are you? It's you..." Alexey frowned and didn't ask. "Who hurt me?"

A stretcher was lifted out of the crowd, and lying on it was the gang leader whose hand was first interrupted by Angelo. At this time, the wound on his shoulder had been roughly bandaged with gauze.

"He shot me with an RPG first." Angelo stopped, he planned to give him a chance, "Besides, I'm Pastor Rasma, do you want to believe me?"

Alexei laughed suddenly, extremely dangerously, "Although you may be a little special, but... who gave you the courage to talk to me like this!"

The last half of the sentence has turned into a roar!

"Fire!"

With the order of Alexei, the heavy machine gun began to shoot out the flames that devoured the people at the muzzle. The bullets were swept towards Angelo like a light whip, and the rest of the gangsters also started to shoot with their firearms. .

The house across the road was swept away by the other party's bullet light whip, leaving a series of dense bullet holes on it, almost cutting the building in half.

According to Angelo's speed, it could have been avoided, but...

Yes, but not necessary.

He wants to subdue these **** directly!

In the terrified eyes of a gangster, Angelo forcibly charged forward with the bullet of the heavy machine gun. Gangsters are just mechanically pulling the trigger.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

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Until Angelo raised his hand and smashed the leg of the machine gunner on the armed pickup, the cry of the machine gunner curled up on the ground woke them all up.

Angelo picked up his stick and rushed into the crowd.

In an instant, there were crisp fractures and mourning from the crowd, occasionally mixed with one or two gunshots.

But these are all useless struggles. Angelo is like a demon who came into the world. A slight touch with the stick in his hand will break his tendons.

When passing by the gang leader, Angelo "accidentally" stepped on his other arm.

"Hey!" When the scene was calm again, Angelo stepped on Alexei's arm and asked him with a smile, "Dude, do you want to believe in religion?"

Alexei's face was extremely ugly, "Since you won, take whatever you want, don't humiliate me!"

He didn't believe the other party, so he crawled over and asked him if he wanted to believe in that ghastly Rasma religion!

The extrajudicial world is so simple, winners take all, losers have nothing.

Angelo shook his head impatiently. He found that he really couldn't talk to these gangsters. He exerted force on his feet, and a crisp fracture sounded, "Do you want to believe in religion, or you will be killed if you don't!"

Alexei is also a tough guy. Although he was in a cold sweat because of the pain from the fracture, he didn't even let out a groan.

"That's it?" Alexey gritted his teeth and asked, enduring the pain, "Then I believe it!"

The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie. Since the other party has no intention of killing him, why should he seek death himself.

Only then did Angelo take his foot off the other's arm with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Then remember to report to Rasma Church tomorrow morning, you need to repent, by the way, don't forget to bring a Millions of repentance fees, or I will come to you."

After speaking, Angelo estimated the time, and it was almost time to go to the next house. He was about to turn around and prepare to leave when he suddenly thought of something, and turned his head and said to Alexei.

"Is that right? We are all civilized people, so why fight and kill?"

After speaking, UU reading www. uukanshu.com turned and left the street, leaving only Alexei who was crying without tears.

Looking at the subordinates lying all over the ground, what the **** is a civilized person? Are they telling them not to fight and kill?

He suffered heavy losses tonight. Except for the unlucky guy who lost his arms, these sought-after players are his core strength and must be cured. In a short time, there will be no people around him who can use them with confidence. He can only hope Angelo can do the same for the other gangsters, otherwise it would be dangerous if someone did something to him!

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On the other hand, Angelo's progress was unexpectedly smooth.

Every time he came to a new gang, not only did the other party not waste a single shot, but the boss who was very cooperative stood at the door of the house to greet him in person.

Before he could speak, the gang bosses took the initiative to speak.

"I believe it! I believe it! I have been a faithful Rasma believer since I was a child, long live Rasma!" The answers of the gang bosses seemed to be unified, and they were surprisingly consistent.

Angelo looked at the gang bosses like he had seen a ghost.

What about your dignity? Talking nonsense with your eyes open like this, how did you become the boss? Has he been a faithful believer of Rasma since he was a child?

Let your mother fart! Rasma is not a **** at all! Lao Tzu is a Rasma priest and a necromancer! If you don't believe in Rasma, who the **** knows what the **** Rasma is?

Seeing Angelo's astonished expression, the gang leader thought he was dissatisfied, and hurriedly said that he would go to the church door tomorrow morning with one million for the confession fee.

Since the other party has said so, Angelo naturally has no reason to do anything to them.

This situation continued until Angelo found a gang boss whose business was smuggling from Eastern Europe...