Druid in Marvel

Alvin sincerely apologizes to this Lucifer Morning Star. I may disagree with you, but I shouldn't beat you. Didn't you come to me because I'm handsome?

In order to express his apology, Alvin expressed his willingness to invite Mr. or Miss Lucifer into the bar for a drink.

Homosexuality is not AIDS, there is no need to be afraid of it.

To Alvin's expectation, there was no noise in the bar like the imaginary chaos of demons. Every superhero or super villain seemed so polite, and three or five people gathered together to talk and laugh in low voices. This made Alvin very fond of him.

The decoration of the bar is extremely modern, and every inch has a sense of technology. Alvin has never been to this kind of bar. He simply thinks that it is very smooth and shiny, with a sense of technology, such as Stark's mansion.

Lucifer, who was handsome but had a shy personality, took a glass of beer that Alvin bought and disappeared without knowing where he was.

Alvin found a seat at the bar and ordered himself a glass of whiskey. He needed to calm down. He had only been to bars a handful of times in his two lifetimes, not to mention it was a gay bar. He was a little nervous.

The bartender is a muscular "woman" or a lesbian "boyfriend," and Alvin doesn't know how to define her. It’s just that he knew that just by looking at the thickness of his arms, he would definitely not be able to beat this bartender in his previous life.

The bartender seemed to have a good temper. He handed the whiskey to Alvin and said with a smile: "You look a little nervous. Relax. The people here are very nice. I hope you can find true love here."

Alvin drank the whiskey in one gulp and said with a smile: "I am indeed here to find someone, but not because of love, but thank you anyway."

The bartender made a "you are bad" expression and gesture, gave Alvin a glass of wine, and said, "Then you are free, just call me if you need anything."

Although it's uncomfortable to be regarded as a homosexual all the time, Alvin likes this bartender's character very much. She has a good grasp of the distance between people and it's easy to make people like her.

Alvin held the wine glass, turned around on the swivel chair, put his elbows back on the bar, and carefully looked at the people in the bar.

Alvin had seen Botu's photo. He was a short, middle-aged white man. Unfortunately, he came at the wrong time today. Today is a gathering of DC Comics heroes. Basically, everyone is either wearing a mask or something like that, or they are dressing themselves up as characters in the comics.

It's very interesting here. Catwoman and Harley Quinn form a pair, which is very sexy. But Batman and Penguin hugging each other is a bit too much to bear.

After some observation, Alvin really couldn't find Botu among these people, but fortunately there was still a way. Taking out the phone, Alvin found Botu's number and called it.

Alvin put the phone to his ear and stared at the guests in the bar to see who would take out his phone and answer the call at this moment.

The result was unexpected, a phone rang from behind Alvin.

Turning around, Alvin saw a phone ringing from a small box on the bar cabinet.

Alvin dialed again worriedly, but the ringing sound still came from the small box.

Don't worry, just wait, you will always come to get your phone, right?

Alvin sat in the bar until two o'clock in the morning. During this period, he sent away seven or eight guys who came to chat with him, including girls and naughty guys. He was offered several drinks but did not dare to drink. He acted like an ascetic male god and said he would not pay attention to these vulgar fans.

Fortunately, there is no plot here like in novels. If you ignore me, you look down on me, and I will teach you a lesson. The guests here are very polite. Alvin guessed that the guests here were all high-quality elites. They might really come here to find love or recognition, rather than just idiots looking for excitement.

Botu stayed in the underground vampire bar until two o'clock. He had some business dealings with Dicken Faith, the vampire boss here. He came here often recently and wanted to seek some help. His life had been very difficult recently.

The cause of New York was uprooted by a man named Alvin and nicknamed "The Principal", and all the organization personnel were killed. Even Mrs. Gao died at the hands of that man, and the body could only be transported back to the island country to wait for resurrection.

Botu still hasn't figured out why the man named Alvin went so crazy that he wanted to kill all his rivals. His decisiveness of eradicating the roots made Botu shiver in his heart.

If you want to start a war, you have to tell me why. If you don't agree with me, you'll kill them all. This is against the rules.

Botu once tried to call Jin Bin to find out the whole story so that he could make plans. As a result, Kingpin answered the phone, heard his own voice, and hung up the phone immediately. It seems that he wants to distance himself from himself.

This made Botu understand that the Hand had provoked a formidable enemy, so he stayed in Los Angeles, wanting to find out what was going on, waiting for reinforcements from the headquarters to arrive, and deciding when to return to New York.

There are things there that are more important than life to the Rivals, and we cannot give up on them no matter what.

There is a chapter of the Hand here in Los Angeles, headed by his companion Sowanda. Under his leadership, the Hand Club developed very well in Los Angeles, and the products of several drug factories accounted for nearly 30% of the West Coast.

But these have nothing to do with Botu. He can't use Sowanda's people. The Hand has never been monolithic.

So he came here to ask for help from the mixed-race vampire boss Dicken Faith in Los Angeles. He needed some manpower who was not afraid of death, and he could pay a price that Dicken Faith could not refuse.

He had only come a few times, but Dickenface, a lunatic, was always trying to deal with him, as if he was in some kind of trouble.

Botu looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and Dickenface still hadn't shown up.

Botu shook his head in disappointment, glanced at the underground bar where the demons were dancing, and smiled contemptuously. He put a small stack of dollars under the cup, adjusted his collar, and walked toward the secret exit. He still had to retrieve his mobile phone. This is a bar run by vampires, and no human can come down here with communication equipment.

Botu looked down on these mixed-blood vampires from the bottom of his heart. Apart from not being afraid of death, they were almost useless. If it weren't for the fact that the island country's headquarters seemed to be in trouble and couldn't send out manpower, Botu would never want to sit in such a dirty place. It's so disgusting.

In order to pursue a long life, Botu is absolutely unwilling to turn himself into this kind of thing. He thinks he is not a good person, but he is absolutely unwilling to turn himself into another disgusting creature that cannot see the sun and needs to survive on blood. Not to mention that the Hand has a better way

But first he had to be able to return to New York, which required strength, and these vampires were the cheapest and best strength he could find.

Alvin was sitting at the bar, chatting animatedly with the strong female bartender, who was teaching Alvin her unique fitness recipe.

From time to time, the female bartender showed her arms with beautiful tattoos to Alvin to show that she was not lying and her "Death Knell" girlfriend also proved this to Alvin.

Alvin smiled and nodded, agreeing with "Death Knell"'s point of view. He was joking, but he might be chopped off by her if he disagreed.

Until he saw Botu coming to the bar to take away his cell phone, Alvin smiled and handed the female bartender a hundred-dollar tip and waved goodbye to her. Followed Botu out

Alvin didn't hide his thoughts at all, and just followed Botu. When he was approaching the parking lot, Botu stopped and turned to look at Alvin.

This middle-aged man was very calm and said with a relaxed smile: "If you are looking for a little pocket money, I think you have found the wrong person.

If I were you, I would turn around and leave, life is more important than anything else."

Alvin said it didn't matter that he was considered a robber, you were going to die anyway.

"You are right, Mr. Botu, life is more important than anything else. Since you care about life so much, it should be more pleasurable for me to take it away."