"Sir, I'm here." A mechanical male voice rang out.

"Find out the bastard who scolds me for me! I want to buy the company he works for and let him get out!"

"enmmmm..." Jarvis seemed to be searching for something, "Sorry, sir, I didn't find the place of Fendo Street on the map. It seems to be this pseudonym."

Tony Stark said angrily, "Of course I know it's a pseudonym! Who would call Tutu Hu such a stupid name! Get the surveillance monitor for me!"

"Sir, I have to remind you that this is illegal, and you first scold the other party as a poor person. According to the logic you entered for me, this behavior should be unreasonable."

"Ha!" Tony was so angry that he was a little embarrassed by his artificial intelligence retardation. "Who am I? I am Tony Stark, I am a billionaire, a genius scientist, and a philanthropist. How can my affairs be called illegal? Check and monitor me and find him!"

"Okay, sir."

Immediately afterwards a data stream appeared on the screen in front of Tony, and a line of English was given - the intrusion was successful.

An Qiluo's figure appeared on the big screen. From the time he left the Internet cafe seat and until he entered the church, all the surveillance cameras were firmly locked on him.

"Jarvis, is this guy a priest?" Tony's voice was incredible. How did this guy get into the ranks of clergy?

Although he did not believe in these religions, he also knew that at least the priests in the church could not speak swearing.

"Sir, this is Anqiluo's information. He is not a clergyman."

As he said that, Jarvis cast all the recorded information of Anqiro onto the screen.

Name: Anqiluo Li

Age: 25 years old

...

"So, did this guy buy that church and live in it? I actually compete with this poor guy." Tony shook his head with a hilarious look, "Forget it, Jarvis, arrange for the people from our New York office to buy this church tomorrow and let him get out."

"Okay, sir. But there are rumors of ghosts in that church. Do you really want to buy it?"

"There is no ghost in the world, buy it."

...

Anqiluo didn't know that a bad-mouthed playboy had already set his sights on his cathedral.

He was eating a roasted steak, looking at the list he had just written, checking for any missing ones.

This is the ranking of Hell Kitchen bastards he just listed. The list is ranked in order and is arranged according to strokes. The gang bosses of various gangs in Hell Kitchen are on it.

From illegal arms dealers to street ladies, there are everything.

In this order, if Anqiluo plans to come back before dawn, he cannot waste more than half an hour on everyone, but it is a bit difficult to convert these bastards without any repentance.

If it weren't for these bastards, how could he have only a Black Gun Shop in Hell's Kitchen? He didn't even have an Internet cafe, so he could only go to Brooklyn to surf the Internet. The account would have to be settled!

After swallowing the last bite of steak with great effort, Anqilu decided that after these confessors donated, the first thing they did was to hire a chef to replace these skeletons!

The skeleton's cooking skills are so bad. Their long-lost sense of taste determines that they cannot distinguish the quality of food at all. Being able to cook is the result of Anqiluo's long-term training.

The first time Skeleton made steak, it didn’t even tear even plastic wrap!

After looking at the sky outside, it was already dark, and the Hell Kitchen was almost lively at this time.

It is no exaggeration to say that the daytime of Hell Kitchen belongs to New York, but at night it has become a paradise for gangsters. Even the police would not choose to serve in Hell Kitchen at night.

Anqilu walked out of the church gate, locked the door, and listened to the sound of firecrackers coming from the corner of the street.

He was a little bored and summoned a white bone armor on his body to wrap his whole body.

He was not afraid of being hit by a bullet, but was afraid of splashing blood. With his body's attribute points, even if it was not considered as equipment bonus, the Vulcan cannon would not hurt him.

A bone spear was summoned in his hand, slowly changing its shape, removing the sharp part of the spear head, changing it to a round flat head, and finally turning it into a stick.

He went to find those bastards to convert, not to kill them, who would donate money if they killed them?

The wind blew past his dark gray clothes, his shirt roared in the wind, and under the moonlight, a white bone armor shone with a cold light...

If someone passed by the church door at this time and saw An Qiluo's outfit, he might have been frightened. He was covered in white bones, holding a stick with eyebrows in his hand, and the gloomy church behind him was as the background as the god of death crawled out of hell.

Unfortunately, no one will see it.

This is the junction of Hell Kitchen and Brooklyn. The bastards of Hell Kitchen will not leave Hell Kitchen, and the people in Brooklyn will not come to Hell Kitchen at this time.

Anqiluo dragged the stick upside down and walked towards the depths of Hell's kitchen step by step. The tail of the stick passed by the ground, leaving a harsh friction sound.

Being strong is a temporary matter, and being handsome is a lifetime.

The first thing to pay attention to was the two gangsters in the melee of the street corner. The harsh friction made their scalp tight, and the gangsters gradually stopped the gunfight and stared at the strange figures coming from afar.

"Hey! Which gang are you from?" A black gangster leader plucked up his courage and waved the pistol in his hand and shouted at this side.

"I am Anqiro, the pastor of Lamas Church. I am here to preach to you. Do you want to believe it?"

The black leader suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone on the scene burst into laughter. The gunfight scene was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Anqiluo sighed as he heard these sarcastic laughters, and muttered in a low voice, "I know."

I was too lazy to talk nonsense at the moment, so I picked up the stick and rushed up.

He wants to save these bastards!

Anqiluo came out alone today, so there is no need to use those summoning objects to deal with these people.

Although he was only alone and had a stick in his hand, the gang had no mercy. When he saw him rushing over, someone immediately fired a shot.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Dadada..."

The first shot was the second, and some even used an automatic rifle to shoot at him. For a moment, smoke filled the gunpowder, blocking An Qiluo's figure.

If it were normal people, they would have been beaten into meat paste at this time, but these gangsters felt a little bad.

It’s not a bullshit law of smoke and no damage, but listening to the sound. It’s obviously not the sound of a bullet hitting the body, but rather the sound of a bullet falling to the ground.

This is impossible for these guys who are in daily gunfighting.

When the gunshots gradually stopped, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Unscathed.

Looking at the figure covered in the smoke, the gangster leader who was asking about it just now suddenly broke out from his forehead with cold sweat. He remembered the recent rumors, the rumor of haunted in the church named Rasma.

Gangs are gangsters, but this fear of the unknown cannot be avoided.

"Give it to me!" After gritting his teeth, the gangster leader grabbed an RPG from his subordinates, and without even looking at it, he shot directly in the direction of An Qiluo!
Chapter completed!