Just as Anqiluo walked towards Hell's Kitchen.

Washington, Trident Building.

In the director's office on the top floor.

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

"Hill, you said that the explosion occurred in Hell's Kitchen in New York yesterday? Is that abnormal? There are gun battles all day long and it's almost time to catch up with Afghanistan. Now our most important task is to form a special team to deal with threats from outside, rather than paying attention to these gangsters raised by bitch!"

Agent Hill handed over the tablet in his hand expressionlessly. A series of data was recorded on the screen on it, "Director, I have sent it to your email address. The energy level of this explosion this time is more than ten times higher than that of normal TNT explosives, which is not normal."

Nick Fury rubbed his temples with some headaches. He has been busy paying attention to the affairs of the Arctic recently.

He took the tablet, looked at the dizzy data on it with one eye, and whispered.

"Mom messed with Fark!"

Then he returned the tablet to Hill, "Okay, I understand. Let the people from the scientific research department continue to investigate this matter, and tell me if the reason is found, I will find a way to deal with it."

"Okay, I understand." Hill responded calmly and turned around and left.

But when we walked to the door, we stopped again, turned our heads and said, "By the way, some people in the World Security Council will be a little dissatisfied with our plan to restart Captain America. We are under great pressure and move quickly."

Nick Fury nodded and stopped talking.

There are many factions in the World Security Council, so there are naturally different opinions, and there are also people who wish that SHIELD would die on the spot. Some people don’t know what threat the world is facing. But Director Fury knew that he had been preparing for this since Captain Marvel scared off the space warship of the Kerry.

Hill is the deputy director of SHIELD. Although she is a member of the World Security Council, Hill is essentially a qualified Nine-level agent and knows what to do most to the complex situation of SHIELD.

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

The Agent King will not trust anyone, even the World Security Council as the immediate boss.

...

Alexey kept talking along the way back to Hell's Kitchen, even though Anqiro did not respond at all.

Alexey died when his parents died when he was a child, and he smuggled into the United States alone. How did he get bullied and how did he climb into the current position in the gang? He kept talking about how he met Zhou Guoxiang, the boss of the Hongmen.

The tragic story is even enough to write a book called "Twenty Years of the American Underworld".

Anqiro didn't say anything. He knew that what Alexey said was probably true. In fact, no one was born to be a drug dealer or murderer. When it came to this point, many of them were created by life experiences. Usually, most bad people once wanted to be a good person, but they had no choice.

As Alexey said, he was at the bottom of the house and had to live and eat. A smuggled child could only enter the gang, otherwise what else could he do? If he didn't work hard to climb up, he might die on the streets one day.

He also knew Alexey's thoughts and could understand the other party, but so what, he still couldn't stand on the same front with an illegal arms dealer.

When Anqiro returned to the church, he saw a scene that stunned it.

The nine women who insisted on leaving had already cleaned up most of the weeds in the yard and were still cleaning them.

This was not expected by Anqiluo. According to his idea, when he came back, these women should have thrown away their tools, sat in the church and complained, and tried their best to send them away.

What supports them to do this?

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

The woman stopped and looked at him, and said, "Well, I understand, but our work is not finished yet."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to An Qiluo and continued to take these women down to work, no one left behind the tools.

Anqiluo obviously saw that the hands of these women had blisters grinded out of blood.

this……

So stubborn?

Even if An Qiluo comes to their position himself, they may not be as good as they do.

Anqiluo waved at Alexey on the bus helplessly and signaled him to get out. These nine women had already achieved this point, and he had no reason to send them away again.

Back in the church, Anqiro first went to the kitchen to give him a bottle of beer, then sat on the pulpit and lit another cigar, waiting for the women to finish their work, and he planned to talk to them.

When Anqilu was about to finish drinking the beer in his hand, the nine women finally came in. Their hands had already started to drip blood, and the blood fell down and was absorbed by the church carpet.

"Tell me, let me introduce myself." An Qiluo took his last sip of wine and put the bottle on the cross beam of the cross.

There should have been a place where the statue of the god was tied.

Qin Lu did not ask about their life experience. A woman who could be so cruel to him was either a background of deep grudges or a loss of hope for life. There was no third possibility, a miserable group.

This is true feminism, which is more than one dimension better than pastoral feminism in previous lives who only shiver on Weibo.

It was still the woman who was in charge who stood up. They seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in a short period of time and agreed to the woman's chief position.

"Boss, just call us one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, I am number one." The woman's face was stubborn and sad, "The past is not worth mentioning, and you should not be interested in listening to it, boss."

"I'm number two."

"I'm number three."

“…”

These nine women introduced themselves in turn.

Hiss ~ An Qiluo couldn't help but feel sore when he looked at this scene. This is a real cruel person, especially the leading woman who claims to be number one. This organizational ability is so terrible.

These women didn't know each other before!

If I hadn't rescued them from the dog thing Byrd himself, and knew that they had no force, I would have thought this was a killer organization!

"Well..." An Qiluo was a little speechless, "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, go to the second floor to find a room. The room is enough. Usually I live on the third floor, so don't come up. Just leave by yourself when I want to leave, and don't notify me."

After looking at them wearing the torn clothes, Anqiro took out nine bundles of 100-dollar bills from his space backpack and placed them on the pulpit.

"Go to buy clothes yourself, and your salary is $3,000 a month."

After doing all this, he turned around and he just wanted to go back and have a sleep. As for the others, let's talk about it when he gets up. These women are not children and should be able to take care of themselves.
Chapter completed!