Death Master of a certain manga

Chapter 16 Lori is an Angel

10660 Malibu Street.

"The level of luxury here is beyond my imagination."

Looking at the palace-like castle in front of a huge manor, Victor couldn't help exclaiming.

Sure enough, the world of local tyrants cannot understand.

An ancient castle surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side, such a good location in Manhattan is definitely worth a thousand dollars.

A paradise on earth outside the manor.

The manor is magnificent.

The luxury here is unimaginable.

At least at the moment Victor is a little dizzy.

Promise to God.

Before that, Victor's understanding of life had always been to eat enough and not hungry, as long as he had enough money to spend.

I don't understand the concept of enjoying life at all.

until this moment.

Only then did Victor realize how far he was from the real upper class, the distance between heaven and earth!
Buying a villa is a rich man?
Linhai Manor slaps you in the face!
Are supercars cool?

The luxury convoy slaps you in the face!
Is a million deposits a lot?
Learn more about the unlimited black card!

a day.

Victor understands what a local tyrant is.

"Hi, Mr. Victor, welcome home."

Avril's holographic projection appeared in the living room.

Compared with the electronic screen at the headquarters of the Osborne Group, the artificial intelligence at this moment suddenly feels taller.

Although Avril's intelligence level may be slightly inferior to Tony Stark's artificial intelligence Jarvis.

But there is absolutely not much difference between the two.

Otherwise, how could the two major groups compete so well in various fields?
Even in some fields.

The strength of Osborn Industries far exceeds that of Stark Industries, which mainly focused on arms in the early stage.

If it weren't for Norman Osborn's split personality and becoming the Green Goblin under the impetus of the imperfect body strengthening agent in the later period.

The successor Harry Osborn is bent on revenge again, and Stark Industries may not be able to outshine others.

"Do you want a drink or a drink, sir?"

"Have a glass of bourbon."

"Okay, Avril Lavigne No. 1 robot is at your service."

The artificial intelligence Avril Lavigne can not only project, but also has a body that can move. Like a maid, she brings a cup of long-preserved bourbon to Victor.

At this time, Felicia had been waiting in the manor for a long time, and saw Victor pick up the bourbon before saying: "Sir, the share capital of Shinhwa Investment Company you registered is 1000 million, do you need to review the tax declaration and shareholding prospectus?" ?”

"No need, I believe you must have done a good job." Victor smiled and took a sip of bourbon, and opened a book of Zi Zhi Tong Jian in his hand.

Well, you read that right, it is indeed a general mirror of Zizhi, and there are historical books such as the general history of Huaguo on the coffee table.

Norman Osborn's success is no accident.

The quality of a person can be seen in the details.

"Hello, Mr. Victor, your dinner has been arranged. It is a Chinese meal cooked by Mr. Powell Chen, a famous chef in Chinatown." Robot No. 1 Avril said.

"Okay, thank you, Ms. Avril." Victor stood up and walked towards the restaurant under Avril's guidance.

Stepping on the marble floor.

Looking at the furniture polished by the craftsmen, at this moment, there is nothing but sighs in my heart.

Was the previous twenty years really wasted?

There are three people at the table.

One is Victor, one is the personal assistant Felicia, and the other is the bodyguard Ella Stiles.

"Aren't you used to it? In fact, you can order yourself a steak." Victor said, looking at Ella Stiles, who was holding the chopsticks and looked embarrassed.

Ella held her chopsticks backwards.

As a 24-hour personal bodyguard and driver, Ella naturally has to accompany Victor anytime and anywhere.

Some people may think this is a kind of surveillance.

But which super rich man doesn't have someone to serve him?
If you get a salary, you must do your job well. Ella's annual salary should be at least one million yuan, okay?

Not to mention living in the magnificent manor in front of you.

Even if Victor had to live in a small apartment, she would be there at all times.

This is the professionalism of the Americans.

Of course Felicia is no exception.

As Victor's personal assistant, his identity goes one step further than a bodyguard.This assistant not only refers to the scope of work, but also the scope of life and so on.

"Sorry, sir, I will study hard." Ella said solemnly, but the right hand holding the chopsticks felt a little uncoordinated. She picked up a piece of braised pork and fell into the palace special offering before it reached her bowl. on the dining table.

At this moment, Ella was very embarrassed.

She planned to catch up on the knowledge of China when she went back to her room to rest. After all, the current boss is a Chinese of rice origin.

For your household registration status.

Victor is not very clear.

Because the green book run by Miris was fake, fortunately the clever Victor joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

With S.H.I.E.L.D. endorsement.

Holds FBI ID.

Who dares to say that he is a black household!

"By the way, sir, Doris, Mr. Norman Osborne's assistant, sent a text message, hoping that Mr. Osborne can go to Osborne Manor for dinner tomorrow night." Felicia said.

"Night? Not at night!"

"You tell Norman, don't disturb my work and rest time at night, employees are also free." Victor is the god of death at night, how can he waste the beautiful scenery at night?
Although there is no need to patrol the streets now, the habits formed cannot be changed all at once.

By the way, Victor took a piece of ribs for Ella.

Well, Ella's hands are clumsy, and she can't master chopstick skills all at once, and believe me, Europeans and Americans are not good at this.

"Thank you sir." Ella blushed.

Felicia nodded, glanced at the ribs and the chopsticks in her hand, and then said, "Okay, sir, I will communicate with Mr. Osborne's assistant truthfully."

After dinner, Felicia returned to her bedroom to work overtime.The job content is naturally to plan the future member structure and development direction of Shinhwa Investment Company.

Ella followed Victor to Hell's Kitchen.

"Sir, why are you so obsessed with going to Hell's Kitchen, I mean it's terrible there." Ella in the car looked puzzled, as long as people living in New York didn't know about Hell's Kitchen, there was simply a concentration of criminals land.

Hearing this, Victor put down the Zizhitongjian in his hand, looked up and said, "Everyone has their own mission, didn't you read my personal information before accepting this job?"

"Sir, do you mean the death line, uh, the alias of the master of death?" Ella almost said something wrong, which was what her mentor repeatedly ordered when she was reading the employer's information.

"Yes, master of death, master of death!" Victor smiled slightly, looking out the window.

Hell's Kitchen is the same as ever.

It didn't make any difference because of Victor's change.

Death and chaos are still the main theme here.

This is a place where even the butcher women dare not solicit customers on the street.

"You can wait for me at the intersection. Of course, if you really can't wait, you can go back to the manor to rest." Victor said.

"No, sir, I'm your personal bodyguard, well, I'll wait for you here." Ella wanted to insist.

But seeing Victor's unquestionable expression.

Only compromise.

It's not that Ella doesn't want to stick to her professional ethics, but that there is a clause in the employment contract.

All requirements of the employer must be unconditionally obeyed.

Even a warm bed!
Victor left his new Rolls-Royce and strolled on the familiar streets under his feet.

A gang member saw Victor appear.

There was no expression of surprise, and some people even took the initiative to say hello.

This harmonious scene is rare in Hell's Kitchen.

"Hey, Mr. Deathwalker, there are gangsters fighting in the East Lane." A passerby greeted.

But the way of greeting is speechless.

Victor nodded, a smile on his face.

Now Victor doesn't need to run around like before, as long as he is within ten kilometers, all death is under his control.

"Origin 213" glanced at the system.

Sure enough, the night is the carnival of the killers.

The previous system could only capture ghasts, and they had to be within 100 meters.

Now good souls are also under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

As long as they are within ten kilometers around Victor, all life after death will be led into the underworld and wait for trial in the black hell.

At present, the total number of souls in the black prison has exceeded four hundred.

This is the result of the 24-hour overtime work of the black prison judge Mo Fei and a group of ghost soldiers, but there are still dozens of souls waiting for trial.

"It seems that we need to add a few more judges?"

Victor mused.

Future system privilege escalation.

The scope of radiation from the underworld will only become wider and wider.

Speaking of the growth of the underworld, will it conflict with the hell old man Mephisto on this plane?

What if Mephisto comes to the door?
I don't know if it will work or not.

After all, the other party is the king of hell, what if there is any way to transform the virtual from the real?
Wouldn't Victor be sitting on wax by then!

Hell's Bar is the most famous bar in Hell's Kitchen.

it's here.

You can see the root of all the chaos, and wanted criminals of all levels drinking bourbon openly and hugging hot big horses.

Victor's appearance did not cause a commotion, and some gang leaders even greeted Victor.

Gangster survival in Hell's Kitchen.

We all know that Victor has a rule, you can fight whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you hit the bazooka.

But you can't shoot at ordinary people at will, especially underage children, among which little lolita is the most.

If something happened to the little loli of a commoner's house in a certain street in Hell's Kitchen, Death Walker would definitely go crazy!

Damn lolicon!

This is the private curse of the gangsters on Victor.

But Victor didn't mind.

In his view, the killing of adults should not affect children, they are innocent.

Especially the beautiful little loli!
They are lovely angels, okay, only a madman would hurt a child.

For this type of scum, Victor will never show mercy.

(End of this chapter)