The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel Chapter 113

Stark naturally doesn't believe that Steve, an "old man" who is nearly a hundred years old, can beat himself, not to mention, he is still learning to fight recently, and Happy is almost unable to beat himself!

He took off the steel armor very confidently.

The result can be imagined, a scene of a centenarian beating an unfilial younger generation appeared in front of Angelo.

In less than five seconds, the naked Stark was slapped on the ground by Steve.

After Stark was let go by Steve, he rubbed his shoulders and looked at Steve unconvinced. But if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and Stark can only try to get back on the field from other aspects.

"Hey! Steve, you're really black!" Stark poured dirty water on Steve, "Angelo, I'm going to report your bartender for beating customers! Deduct his salary!"

Angelo, who is watching the fun: ? ? ? You are obviously killing yourself, so you have to be naked and fight five to five.

"But, man, you didn't consume it today." Angelo shrugged helplessly and pointed to the cup of coffee in front of Stark, "This cup of coffee is a gift from me."

Stark's expression suddenly felt as uncomfortable as he had eaten shit. This was the first time he drank free drinks in Angelo's church, but he was beaten in exchange for it.

"Steve! Aren't you the bartender? Give me a drink!" Stark said to Steve viciously, then turned to look at Angelo again, "I'll pay for this drink. , I'm a customer!"

Steve didn't want to bother with him. After all, for Steve, Stark is the child of an old friend, and now he and Angelo are mutual friends, but I heard that Stark wanted to ask him for something. Having a glass of wine made the newly appointed bartender get serious right away. He even fiddled with the mobile phone Stark gave him, and went straight into the bar to start bartending.

Angelo looked at Stark, who looked like a child, and couldn't help but laugh a little. He looked at Steve, who had already started bartending, and said with a smirk, "Cough, Dear Mr. Stark, I think I should introduce you to our church's wine confession package. If the customer says that the bartender's wine is not good It's delicious, and the bartender can reasonably beat a customer and won't be fined for hitting a customer."

"Fuck! Are you a black shop!" Stark raised his hand and gave Angelo a middle finger.

"On the sign at the door, I introduced the service of the drink package in detail, and it was written on it."

This time, Stark is definitely trying to get back to the game. After all, this is just a joke between the two sides. He can really beat Steve in a steel battle suit. He flew into the sky, and Steve just There's nothing left to do, but it's totally unnecessary.

However, in his heart, he has already put the matter of finding a fighting coach again on the agenda, and he will return to the field after he has practiced.

In Steve's expectant eyes, Stark drank the "Manhattan" that Steve had just mixed like poison, and paid for it.

After Steve returned to the bar with satisfaction, Stark whispered to Angelo, "Man, I finally know why no one came to him to order a drink, trust me, although your poor beer is five hundred dollars Cocktails cost $100 a bottle, but your bad beer must be selling better than cocktails."

Angelo smiled, even if the cocktail Steve made was difficult to drink, the wine made by Captain America himself was worth the price.

"Tony, this is the characteristic of Hell's Kitchen. Well, if you dare to say that it is bad, you will be killed. If you are not religious, you will be killed. If you want to kill you, you can always find a lot of reasons." Uncle Long At this time, I wiped my hands with a rag, walked over, and said with a smile, "Although this place is always full of violence, I like it here. The people here are more humane than those outside."

At this time, the construction site next to him had not finished work, and Uncle Long had a rare free time.

Seeing that Uncle Long was done, Stark quickly said hello to him. He still respected this old man who always cooks quietly, especially after knowing that No. 1 and others exercised with him every morning.

Until the evening, after the last gang leader in the church left for dinner, Stark also put on his steel suit and left the church.

"Hey man!" Steve exclaimed from the bar. "Man! Come and see, is this for real? Omg."

Steve, who was on the job on his first day, finally won the title of Hell Bartender and a bleak business after a night of tormenting customers. Simply, he sat down directly at the bar and started to play with his mobile phone.

Just like the attitude of an old man who is addicted to the Internet.

"What?" Angelo seemed to take the phone from Steve and looked at the video on the phone.

Angelo almost dropped his chin when he saw this.

A man with a red hood that looked like a pervert was standing next to a cauldron filled with boiling hot water, "Hello everyone, I'm Wade Wilson, and I said before that if Iron Man and Stark Group has something to do with it, so I will show you how to cook yourself in a cast iron pot! I will do what I say, everyone remember to subscribe to my channel, Fuckook has the same name~”

After speaking, the pervert with the red hood jumped and jumped into the cauldron. The boiling water in the cauldron was even splashed out!

As for the rest of the picture, it was cut off...

"Is this true? Or am I really outdated?" Steve said to Angelo blankly after watching Angelo watch the video.

Even if he was strengthened by the super soldier serum, he would not dare to jump directly into the boiling water! What's more ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The man with the red hood looks just a little strong, otherwise he looks like a normal person.

"Cough, Steve, it's not that you are out of date, but this person must have something wrong with his brain." Angelo didn't know how to describe it. Before this person jumped into the boiling water, he asked everyone to click on his channel. pay attention to? What kind of brain circuit is this?

This video was quickly pushed to the homepage of the website, and the popularity continued to rise.

Some netizens commented on the video, some were booing, some said the video was synthesized, and some said the police had already been reported.

Angelo shook his head and returned the phone to Steve, "Man, things on the Internet are not necessarily true or false. This kind of thing may not be true, maybe it's just for hype, you have to learn to distinguish."

Angelo didn't want Steve to be deceived while surfing the Internet, and then pull him and Stark, maybe even Benner, to trouble the scammers.

Does this lineup take the trouble to find fraudsters too much?

Angelo uneasy surfing the Internet with Steve for a while, until little Gary yawned and ran downstairs to tell Dad a bedtime story.

The two then went back to their rooms to rest.

Late at night, twelve in the morning!

Angelo, who should have been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes on the bed.

He thought about it, picked up his phone and sent Steve a text message, then crept downstairs.

Just now, the clay golem who had been standing at the entrance of the church suddenly sent him a message that two people appeared in the church, one was the long-lost Daredevil Matthew! The other is an unknown stranger, but at this time, even a noseless guy like the Clay Goblin can sense the **** aura on the two of them!

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