Druid in Marvel

Director George looked at Alvin in confusion and said, "Do you know where such a thing can be found?"

Alvin smiled mysteriously and said, "I have an informant in Hell's Kitchen. He knows something about the situation. I will be able to dig that thing out of its nest very quickly."

Director George said uneasily: "If you take action, please inform me, and I will arrange police forces to cooperate with you. I know you have several good hands, especially Frank Custer, but that kind of thing is very dangerous, and I don't want anything to happen." Accident." When George mentioned Frank, his face was not very pretty, he seemed to be a guy who knew the inside story.

Alvin smiled relaxedly and said: "It doesn't matter. To deal with that kind of thing, more people are useless. If my guess is true, as long as we find the right method, our little Ginny can also deal with that kind of thing." As Ginny said that, pinched his little nose, and then said: "Grab that thing, I will notify you to come and visit. But you have to be mentally prepared, they should be the kind of things that I guess are very troublesome. For you"

Director George was a little confused and said, "Why are you bothering me so much?"

Alvin picked up Ginny, held him around in the sky, and said meaningfully: "Because I can kill any number of things that come, and to remind you, that thing may already exist." For many years, there has been a large ethnic group, but why don’t you know anything?”

Director George took a breath, hammered the table, and cursed in a low voice: "These sons of bitches from SHIELD must know something, but they don't dare to tell me." After speaking, he looked at Al with a somewhat depressed look. Wen, "Your guess may not be right, right?"

Alvin shrugged and said, "Yes, that's why I want to verify it myself. If there is such a thing, then Hell's Kitchen is their grave."

Director George is a determined guy, maybe because Alvin said it was easy, and he also said that if you find a way, that thing will not be difficult to deal with. Although there might be big trouble in the future, he still chose to get himself a glass of beer at this moment.

Alvin handed the beer to Director George and asked with some anxiety: "George, my man, how are you considering your daughter's matter we talked about yesterday?"

George, who was drinking beer, looked sideways at Alvin and said in a weird voice: "I only remembered after I went back yesterday that the Nobel Prize in Mathematics does not exist. Man, you have to look it up. That professor you are talking about, Did you falsify your resume?"

Alvin scratched his scalp in embarrassment. This was the disadvantage of not going to school enough. Even if you brag, you will be exposed easily. But seeing how confused Jessica looked when she heard Nobel, Alvin felt a little more balanced.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, this matter is over. I invite you and your wife to come to our school for a visit. There is no need for your daughter to come too. Children can just go to school with peace of mind. It is up to the parents to choose a school. The best arrangement." Alvin encouraged Director George.

Director George is a little moved. The conditions Alvin mentioned before are very attractive to a father with a beautiful daughter. After all, I can't look at my daughter every day. There are too many bad boys nowadays.

After thinking about it, George said: "Then wait until this matter passes, and I will arrange time to go over and have a look. Man, I hope what you said is true."

Alvin patted his chest and promised: "Believe me, no parent can refuse my school after visiting it. It will be the cradle of the Ivy League."

"I hope so." Director George drank the beer in his glass in one gulp, said goodbye and left the restaurant.

Looking at the director who drove away after drinking, Alvin snorted with disdain. You bastard who knows the law and breaks the law. I will report your name next time I violate the rules. If you don't solve it for me, I will report you.

Late at night, in the lobby of the Peace Hotel, Alvin and Zheng were sorting out some equipment.

Alvin held a shotgun-modified web gun and said, "Is this thing strong?"

Excitedly, he was stuffing rifle magazines into his body. When he heard Alvin's question, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss, as long as this thing is caught in the net, the elephant won't be able to break free."

Seeing his excited look, Alvin thought for a moment and thought about what he was likely to encounter. Pulling off all the weapons on his body, he handed him an old-fashioned Remington shotgun and a 1911 pistol produced by Springfield.

"If you don't catch it, just use this to do it." After saying that, without further explanation, he hung a Glock 17 pistol on his waist.

These guns have been modified by Alvin and are inlaid with the rune "Ed", which will cause huge damage to undead creatures, which can be regarded as the right medicine. Bullets made of silver are what the rich do. Alvin definitely doesn’t have that kind of money, but I have a cheat, right?

However, you can bring silver-plated knives. He followed the boss's instructions depressingly and brought a silver-plated table knife that was only as long as his palm and as wide as his fingers. He still remembered that this was a gift from old Kent. He used to sell stolen goods for others. After he quit, all those good tableware were given to Alvin.

When everything was ready, Alvin went upstairs to look at his sleeping daughter, kissed her on the top of her head, and tucked her in the quilt. I took another look at Nick. This kid can kick the quilt away with one leg. He will definitely be promising in the future.

Looking at Jessica's closed door, Alvin smiled and shook his head, went to meet downstairs and went out.

Next to the old pickup truck, Frank, fully armed, leaned against the passenger door. He said impatiently: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you so slow?"

Brother, did I let you come? Alvin complained in his heart, but he felt very at ease. This is the feeling of family. I don’t ask you what the matter is. If you go to fight, I will copy the guy and accompany you to fuck him.

Alvin looked at Frank's equipment, two fn scar automatic rifles, two special-shaped short rifles, two pistols, and the tactical vest was full of magazines. He hammered his eyes full of envy and said: "Brother, this is not Iraq, and we are not going to fight. We are just going to fight a small animal. There is no need to go to war in such a big way."

Frank looked at Alvin and his equipment, and then at his own. He thought it was a bit excessive, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Take it with you. You can put it in the car if you don't need it."

The people on the side nodded desperately and drooled looking at Frank's equipment. Look at what kind of old Remington you are using. It looks like a second-hand 1911. Looking at Frank.

Alvin smiled and nodded, let him go, and went back to the basement of the restaurant. When he came back, he threw Frank a similar Remington and said, "Your gun may not be effective against those small animals." It works, take this.”

Frank fiddled with the shotgun and did not question Alvin's judgment. He nodded and said that he understood.

Driving, Alvin sat in the passenger seat and guided the way. Frank sat in the back seat and took off the gun, leaving only a Colt 1911 on his waist. Press the bullets from the Remington shotgun into the magazine one by one.

Alvin stretched his hand out of the window, knocked on the roof of the car rhythmically a few times, and said, "Let's go."