The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 1: Playing with Iron Man Network



In an Internet cafe in Brooklyn, New York.

A tall young Chinese man tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and tapped a series of swear words in English on the screen.

On the computer screen is a recently popular card game "Warhammer". Judging from the progress of the game, the Chinese youth will win this game.

Obviously his opponent was not happy and began to ridicule the Chinese youth as a poor ghost.

Naturally, the Chinese youth did not want to suffer, and also turned on the swearing mode.

"Hello, Mom, Fake!"

"You poor bastard! I swear I'll put your head in your ass! I swear by the name of the Stark family."

"Hello, Mom, Fake!"

"…"

No matter what their opponents say, the Chinese youth is just saying "Hello, Mommy Fake."

The scolding continued until the end of the game. At the last moment of victory, the Chinese youth typed the last line and sent it out.

"Don't fix those useless things. If you don't agree, come and **** me. I live in Room 1001, Building 2, Dumpu Community, Dumpu Street. My father's name is Yingjun Hu, my mother's name is Xiaoli Zhang, and my name is Tutu Hu."

Looking at the picture representing victory on the screen, the young Chinese breathed a sigh of relief.

Get off the plane and leave the Internet cafe.

As for the other party's mood, whether he would actually go to that Hututu or not, it was none of his business. After all, playing games and being ridiculed as a poor ghost is really not a very good experience.

And he didn't believe that someone would actually crawl over the Internet cable because of the scolding on the Internet.

He stopped a taxi on the street.

"Hello, sir, where are you going?"

"Go to Rathma Church in Hell's Kitchen."

The driver glanced at the Chinese young man in horror, said no more, stepped on the accelerator, and stepped out.

This Chinese-American youth is called Angelo Li, a Chinese-Italian mixed race.

It has been more than half a year since I came here.

He is not an aboriginal in this universe. In his last life, he was an ordinary second-generation Chinese demolition named Li Yang.

When he was bored one day, he opened a supposedly new mod, and then modified a game called "Diablo 2" on his three-star computer.

I just finished debugging the data of the "Necromancer", and was about to initiate a natural disaster of the undead to sweep the Sanctuary.

Maybe it's because the configuration can't keep up or other unknown reasons, the computer exploded...

He was also sent to this world naturally, with the culprit that caused the explosion - a perverted Necromancer's attribute template and a backpack full of "legacy", all full-level Necromancer skills, and a Hedirac cube. .

After that, it settled in the body of this young Chinese named Angelo Lee.

He lives in Rathma Church now.

Originally, this church was not called Rasma Church, but he changed the name after he bought the whole building. As for why the church sells?

That's Hell's Kitchen, a notorious gathering place for wicked people. It's full of gangsters, drug dealers, illegal arms dealers, robbers, and killers. Will they go to church?

The church naturally fell into disrepair. In the end, even the church gave up this sinful place and called it a place where God would never come. Then the church was bought by Angelo.

Speaking of which, Angelo had a bit of a pitfall when he bought this place. When he went to a real estate agent to buy a house, his only requirement was to be big, and the result... Well, obviously, it was really big.

"Sir, here we are." The driver stopped the car on the side of the road.

A dilapidated three-story church building appeared in the field of vision, because the vines that had not been taken care of for a long time had covered the outer walls, and the statue on the roof of the church had also been beaten to half its body.

The whole building is full of spooky pictures, like the haunted church in horror movies.

"keep the change."

Angelo smiled, stretched out his hand like magic, took out a gold coin without any carvings, and threw it to the taxi driver, then pushed the door and got out of the car.

The driver looked at the white board gold coin in his hand, and then glanced at Angelo who was standing on the side of the road.

"Sir, I have to remind you that there are rumors of hauntings here..." After speaking, the taxi driver shuddered as if he had thought of something terrifying, and hurriedly fled with a kick of the accelerator.

Looking at the taxi that fled back to Brooklyn in a hurry, Angelo smiled indifferently.

This is the junction of Brooklyn and Hell's Kitchen. Although it is only one street apart, it seems like two worlds.

Although the residents of Brooklyn are also very poor, most of them are still kind, but Hell's Kitchen is like the entrance to hell, sinful and chaotic.

Angelo opened the door of the church, pushed it open, and said to the two statues on the inside of the door, "I'm back."

The statue nodded dumbly, and then returned to its original state.

He made the rumor that it was haunted. The two statues at the door were the clay golems he summoned to guard the home.

This is the skill to travel with him.

Is there anything wrong with a necromancer living in a haunted church? Better than living in a cemetery.

The interior of the church does not look as dilapidated as it looks outside, and it is unexpectedly neat, as if someone cleaned it often.

On the central platform, the cross that was supposed to be tied to the statue was empty. When UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com took over the church, the statue was removed by the church's people. It just so happened that he didn't believe in it either.

Angelo casually summoned two white skeleton warriors. After giving them instructions to cook, he lit a cigar and lay down on a chair in the church hall, thinking about his future.

This is the Marvel Universe, which was determined when he saw the Captain America documentary on TV half a year ago.

For the past six months, he has been experiencing the capital society life in America.

This is the **** of the poor and the paradise of the rich. Fortunately, there is a backpack of gold coins in the heritage. So he threw a gold coin to the driver when he took a taxi to pay the bill.

He didn't dare to use these gold coins on a large scale. Taking out all the gold coins in his space backpack was enough to completely overwhelm the global financial system.

"Well... Let's reopen the church and run the church. Then we will gather some **** from Hell's Kitchen. They have done a lot of evil and must be redeemed! I believe they will donate voluntarily, so I'll talk to them tonight."

Angelo took out a crumpled document from the corner of the space backpack. It was a gift from the real estate agent when he bought the house. It was a certificate from the American Religious Association. With this certificate, you can open a church. Who knows why real estate Intermediaries will have this kind of thing.

The Necromancer also has a name, Priest Rasma. Priest Rasma is also a pastor and can accept repentance~

Angelo thought so, and didn't care about the thoughts of those "penitents" in Hell's Kitchen in the future.

On the other side of the Stark Industrial Building, the world-famous playboy, Tony Stark, slapped his transparent keyboard with a slap in the face.

"Jarvis..."


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