Druid in Marvel

It’s that same Irish pub!

Al leaned against the bar table, which was obviously much more upscale in his restaurant, and watched the gang bosses from Hell's Kitchen gather together again, but this time Kingpin was missing, which made him feel like something was missing!

Looking at the noisy gang bosses holding whiskeys, Al banged hard on the bar, attracting everyone's attention! Then he pointed to the TV hanging on the ceiling and signaled the bar owner to turn up the volume!

Everyone followed the direction of Al's finger and saw several commentators on the TV, arguing about what happened at the Hell's Kitchen Police Station today. Please () b said: "You are talking nonsense. The root of the situation in Hell's Kitchen is poverty and low education. You said you broke him! Then what? I heard that a community school there is trying to change the children Our situation may be different in ten or twenty years!"

c said: "That's impossible. I don't deny that that school helped some children. But those children who successfully escaped here will not return to Hell's Kitchen. That will not solve the problem at all. If the children leave, there will always be Poor people and criminals from other places have filled Hell's Kitchen! Even their current Chinese principal's identity is illegal!

The root of the evil in Hell's Kitchen lies in the inaction of the police. Look at what the so-called hero did in the police station! The policemen watched him violently assault a disabled man there!

I would like to ask the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, George Stacey, why he turned a blind eye to the inaction of the police there. What New Yorkers need is safety, and Hell's Kitchen represents safety! "

b said: "Where were you during the Battle of Manhattan? How many people did Steve save? That Chinese principal was a Manhattan Tomahawk, how many people did he save?"

Why can you blame a few heroes without any scruples when you have done nothing?

Because Steve beat up a criminal with a fucking disability who went to the police station to turn himself in?" b said: "Let's destroy Hell's Kitchen, and then~~~wait for the next Hell's Kitchen to appear~~"

The gang bosses in the bar could no longer control their emotions. The wine glasses in their hands were thrown to the ground. They pulled out their pistols and shouted that they were going to kill the so-called commentators.

Al looked at the chaotic scene irritably, took out his m500 and fired at the ceiling. A loud "bang" made the scene quiet down!

"Look at you! Look at the shit you look like now!"

Al angrily grabbed a guy with holes all over his body and dressed like a punk singer.

He grabbed this guy's cockscomb and almost lifted him up in the air. This guy was quite capable. He grinned and endured the pain, and tried hard to tiptoe without making a sound! He tried hard to turn his head and stare at Al with murderous eyes.

Ivan smiled ferociously and punched Cockcomb Head on the chin, interrupting his delusion! The Russian guy stared blankly at the gangsters who were trying to save their boss, and grinned at them.

Ivan's ferocious smile was like a powerful sedative, calming down the minions. Ivan shook his head in disappointment, leaned against the bar again and drank a whole glass of whiskey in one gulp!

Ever since he came back to life and found out that he had lost a kidney, the Russian guy has been very irritable. Unfortunately, he has never found anyone to vent his irritability on!

Al raised his cockscomb, looked at the gang bosses, and said angrily: "Do you think what others said is wrong? Look at you bunch of shit, gun dealers, drug dealers, pimps, smugglers, counterfeit sellers Goods... human traffickers, oh, I killed the human traffickers!"

As he spoke, Al threw the cockscomb to the ground and said: "That son of a bitch reporter is right, Hell's Kitchen is a hotbed of evil, but he is wrong about one thing. It's not because of Hell's Kitchen that you are here. It’s because of you that Hell’s Kitchen exists!

I never blame you for what you do. I think you are adults and you will pay the price for what you have done. It is just a matter of time!

I wanted to save those kids, so I went to the community school, and none of you objected, and you were happy with where the kids were now because they had fucking hope.

But what about everyone else? What about the homeless people wandering the streets and the young people who can't find jobs? Where's their damn hope? Are you fucking making a living if I go hang out with you?

What should they do? They can only pick up their guns and fight you! Only by taking away your territory can they live a good life! How many of you have called like this?"

Looking at the cockscomb head who fell to the ground, still glaring at him with vicious eyes, Al poured himself a glass of whiskey, and then stomped hard on the cockscomb head's mouth. He had already seen that he was unhappy, a notorious rapist. How dare you look at me like this?

If nothing else happens, this guy will need a straw for the rest of his life! But it's possible that he won't have the rest of his life, because several gang bosses who probably had a grudge against him looked at him and several of his men with unkind expressions!

Al glanced at the gang bosses who were staring at the fainted cockscomb. He spread his hands to everyone and said: "Look, this is your living environment, there is no warmth, no kindness, only naked prey of the weak.

I don't care about your life or death, it has nothing to do with me! If you are all dead, there will naturally be someone to take your place!

But don’t you want to live a slightly normal life? Every day when I go out, I have to bring bodyguards and wear body armor to guard against the black guns of gangsters who may jump out of nowhere! Are you fucking comfortable? "

The gang bosses looked at each other in confusion. They all came from the bottom. They have their own set of survival logic. Killing and grabbing territory are commonplace for them, and it is difficult for them to change!

But Al's community school played a role at this time. No one likes to live without tomorrow! Community schools solve the children's problems, it's time to think about your own!

The gun dealer Alexey and the drug dealer Pluto were one of the first people to benefit from the community school. Alexey stood up first and asked Al: "Principal Al, what do you mean? Can you say Can you be more detailed?"

Al glanced at Alexey and said: "Leave order to the police! When you are killed one day, a policeman will seek justice for you instead of letting Anton come back and pick up a gun and follow your old path. Revenge for you!

Let the light of the Hell's Kitchen Police Department shine on you sons of bitches!

Chief Misty has done a good job in the past period. Hell's Kitchen is changing to a good place. Do you have any opinions? "

As he spoke, Al turned to a bald Eastern European man and said, "Pili, you son of a bitch pimp, has your business gotten much better recently?"

Baldhead expressed his indifference to Al's insults. He shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's a lot better, and a lot of my girls have left. It's all your fault, Al. Your Dalia opened fire on those girls." Got a bad idea!

Ever since you sank those Romanian traffickers into the sea, my girls have been dwindling! Now I actually have to sign a contract with them to keep them! "

As he spoke, Pili saw Al's unkind eyes and said with a dry smile: "But it has indeed become more profitable recently, and there are many rich people coming to have fun! And I actually feel like I have some humanity, haha!"

Al spread his hands and shouted at Pili: "Be careful what you say, what do you mean by my Dalia? If my girlfriend hears it, you are dead!"

After speaking, Al looked at all the gang bosses and said: "Look, this is the charm of order, it can bring benefits! Why has there never been order here in the past?

Because there's no fucking hope for anyone but you! They can only fight with you and grab food from you. Is this how you fight!

If order can bring money and job opportunities, and those wandering young people have a source of livelihood, will this make you feel safer?"

Pluto, the Jamaican drug dealer, grinned his big gold teeth, waved his hand and said: "Al, let's be clear, what should we do?

You always say order, order, I am very orderly now. I even hired a special accountant to pay my taxes recently, what else are we going to do? "

Al pointed his finger at Pluto, looked at him with contempt, and said: "If you respect order, you won't want to lead people into the police station to rob people!

The police don't kill people, can't you fucking wait until that lunatic goes to jail and start trouble with him? Is this difficult for you guys?

That crazy son of a bitch is about to turn Hell's Kitchen into a mess all by himself!

Would anyone have discussed Hell's Kitchen like this in the past? Now they're going to smash Hell's Kitchen to pieces and drive us away! They want to destroy us!

This lunatic is going to tear Hell's Kitchen and society apart, and you are now the fucking enemy of society! Do the gangsters in Brooklyn get the same treatment as you? Have you done less of their bad deeds?

This is all the conspiracy of that madman. Why should he go to the police station? Because you will find him outside and chop him into pieces!

He wants you to go to war with the police, for that damn $8000 million!

What do you want to do now? Break into a police station and rob someone? Fight with the police?

Let the police lose face and no one will believe them! Let the last order of Hell's Kitchen disappear? Make yourself the enemy of the world?

Aren't you afraid of living in such an environment? "

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