Druid in Marvel

Russell, who was lying on the bar, looked at Splinter and smiled brightly.

Turning around with some difficulty, Russell looked at Splinter and said, "Maybe I can do you a favor so that you won't be caught and dissected."

Splinter looked at Russell strangely. He felt that this guy must be drunk and telling lies.

Russell saw Splinter's expression, looked at Alvin with a smile, and said, "I am the head of SHIELD's abnormal creature management department, and my department is responsible for registering all abnormal creatures that appear.

Maybe I can send you an ID card or something, it will save you some trouble, for saving my life.

If you don’t believe it, you can ask the boss for confirmation, but you have to be quick, I don’t know if I will be the boss in a few hours.”

Alvin saw Splinter looking at him expectantly, and reluctantly endorsed Russell, nodded and confirmed, "Yes, he is the head of the abnormal creature management department."

As he spoke, Alvin turned to look at Russell and said seriously: "Why have I never heard that you have this kind of function?"

Russell tilted his head, grinned, and said in a very unscrupulous tone: "Because I have never sent one. It is very troublesome. I need to write a lot of reports."

Alvin saw him playing with the silver pistol on the bar playfully, and understood that this bastard must have killed all the "abnormal creatures" that were discovered.

Splinter was not stupid, and he understood instantly. He looked at Russell with some anxiety and some expectancy.

Russell glanced at Splinter and said nonchalantly: "Don't put too much hope in that thing. To be honest, that thing isn't of much use. It's just a certificate of guarantee from SHIELD. Let you be arrested by the government." When caught by the department, they will not be sent to the dissection table.

This is the only thing I can do and I generally don’t want to do this.”

Seeing Splinter's expectant expression, Alvin patted the bar and said to Russell: "Then do it, hurry up, do you need to find you a computer or something?"

Russell smiled and said: "We still need a camera and a printer. Man, you have to hurry up. I don't know if I still have permission. That one-eyed man is not easy to mess with."

Alvin nodded in agreement with his point of view and called Peter over. He was the only one in the entire restaurant who knew these things, so he could only ask him to help Russell.

Russell looked like a fake ID dealer on the street, taking photos of Splinter and the four little turtles in a decent manner, and spent a long time tinkering with the computer with one finger before printing out a few pieces of identification.

Alvin glanced at Peter and Stark, who were standing behind Russell and winking at him. Alvin knew that Russell, a computer blind man, might have leaked a lot of information.

Reading is very important. You are a bastard who doesn’t know much about computers. You are using a computer in front of two masters and you don’t cover it up. Do you have any sense of safety?

Ignoring the cheerful Splinter, Alvin called Fox and wanted her and Jessica to come back early. Ginny and Nick still needed someone to take care of them so they could rest assured. Peter and the others are children themselves, so they have no problem taking care of the house, but taking care of the children may be a bit difficult for them.

Then Alvin asked Splinter and the little turtles for their opinion. If they were willing, they could spend the night in the basement. Today's sewers were a bit dangerous for them.

Leonardo volunteered to help, while his brothers would stay in the restaurant. Alvin thought about it and agreed. They really needed someone who was familiar with sewers.

Stark, who couldn't wait any longer, opened the red and black suitcase and stood up, putting on the Mark 5 he had boasted about to Alvin before.

Compared with his previous steel suit, the Mark 5 was a little thinner and seemed to have average protection. Anyway, Alvin felt that this thing didn't look very reliable.

Stark walked up to Alvin proudly and said with a smile: "This is made of that kind of alien metal. This metal has a very high melting point and has a memory function. After being successfully shaped, it will be deformed by attack and soon... It can be restored. The protective ability is very good.

The most important thing is that it is light and easy to carry. "

Alvin glanced at him noncommittally, not having the heart to pour cold water on him. Anyway, as far as he knew, there was an ugly whip-wielding guy who proved that this Mark 5 should be considered a failed model.

But what the heck, in the failed model, it was more than enough to fight vampires.

Dr. Ethan offered to stay here so that he could help if anyone got hurt or something. Of course Alvin is happy to have him here. Although his methods are very crude, they can indeed save lives. The corpse-eating vine is powerful, but it can only extend life and heal injuries, and cannot cure all diseases.

A few hours later, in the sewers of Hell's Kitchen.

Stark wore Mark 5 and struggled to walk in the sewer. Mark 5's feet were equipped with sound-absorbing pads, so there was no sound when walking. But Stark's complaints haven't stopped since he entered the sewer.

"Damn it, I shouldn't be here, the Mark 5 is not designed for this kind of place. The thought of having shit on my feet is driving me crazy.

It will take a lot of time to make a new Mark 5, and there is not much metal left."

Alvin endured the stench in the sewer, kicked Stark, and said: "Shut up, Tony, your voice will tell everyone in the sewer that we are here.

Mark No. 5 is not broken, just go back and wash it and wax it and it will be new. "

Stark lifted his visor, turned to look at Alvin, and said contemptuously: "Your shoes have stepped on dog poop, will you wash them before wearing them?"

Alvin didn't want to pay attention to this bastard who showed off his wealth. Although what he said was true, it was really unfriendly.

Taking two quick steps to catch up with Leonardo who was leading the way, Alvin patted him on the shoulder and asked: "How far is it to get to the place you said?"

Leonardo looked around and said, "It should take about an hour to get to the place where homeless people are detained.

We only know that he is working inside, but for what purpose, we don’t know.

You have to be careful, you may encounter that kind of scary monster along the way. "

Alvin nodded, fiddled with the Remington shotgun in his hand, which was first used to fight vampires, and said: "I hope I can encounter them sooner. This damn place is really unfriendly."

Leonardo curled his lips and said: "I think it's okay. It's much better than the sewers in Manhattan. There are always a lot of disgusting things there and the smell is terrible. It's much better here.

I don’t know why there are so few bugs in the sewers of Hell’s Kitchen. "

Alvin smiled, looked at Leonardo's broad shoulders, and said, "Maybe you can leave the sewers and live somewhere else. Believe me, as long as I'm in Hell's Kitchen, I have a way to settle you.

Boy, you owe me a lot of money, and you have to work for me for a long time to pay off the debt, remember?"

Leonardo looked at Alvin unconvinced and said, "There are four of us, and Raphael only lost one game. We still have at least two chances."

Alvin shrugged and said with a smile: "Yes, after tonight, you can decide whether you want to use those two opportunities or not. I will leave the choice to you.

Believe me, I am a fair person.”