Druids in Marvel

Hank Pym, who had always behaved quite gracefully, didn't really feel Alvin's influence in Hell's Kitchen until this moment.

What he saw at school made him believe that Alvin was an underground ruler of Hell's Kitchen with a conscience.

But the arrival of a police officer broke Hank Pym's thoughts. It turns out that there is really a "king" that can convince everyone.

This is what a normal person thinks...

They will think there is nothing wrong with the Manhattan Tomahawk dominating the gangsters, because strength is the guarantee of dominating those bastards.

But when the police also side with him, things are different...

This is not a black and white take-all in a simple sense. In fact, under normal circumstances, no one can truly achieve a black-and-white take-all!

But now what happened is that both the black and white parties are surrounding this restaurant and maintaining the utmost respect and concern.

The policewoman even felt very angry because Alvin did not regard her as a companion.

Hank Pym looked at his daughter's confused expression. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Follow me, let's go in and take a look.

This Principal Alvin seems a little different from what we imagined.

We're asking for help and we've already caused them trouble, so being polite is the right thing to do!"

After hearing this, Hope the Wasp nodded honestly, and with the support of Scott Lang, she walked towards the door of the Peace Hotel.

But when she and Scott Long wanted to enter the restaurant, a ghost wolf stood on the inside of the door.

Lin Shaoqing walked out of the restaurant, looked at the two of them with a smile, and said: "The boss asked me to take you out of Hell's Kitchen.

He hasn't changed his mind yet..."

As Lin Shaoqing walked out of the restaurant and stood in front of Scott Lang and the Wasp, he looked at his watch and said with a smile: "I'm not very familiar with the roads of Hell's Kitchen.

But it doesn't matter, I contacted an Uber, and I can take you to Brooklyn in up to an hour.

If you have a hotel you are familiar with, it is best to contact us in advance!

This way you can have a good rest after getting off the bus..."

Where can I get a chance to "take a good rest" after leaving Hell's Kitchen?

Scott Lang grabbed the angry Wasp, looked at Lin Shaoqing with a dry smile, and said: "This, this, actually it was all a misunderstanding before...

We have seen the attacker just now, maybe we can help.

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Lin Shaoqing looked back at Hank Pym who had already entered the restaurant. He looked at the anxious Scott Lang and said with a smile: "Hell's Kitchen is the enemy's hell...

We don't need outside help!

Let's hurry up a little bit, my two boys have gone out to do errands, and I have to be in charge of closing the restaurant."

Hank Pym began to realize the situation he was facing. The pressure was coming like a wave, but he seemed powerless to resist.

What Lin Shaoqing called "one hour" was telling him that you only have so much time to convince Alvin...

Hank Pym pursed his lips and nodded to the Wasp, who looked extremely ugly. Then he turned and walked towards Alvin, who was joking with Mr. Writer.

Alvin patted Cassel's growing belly and said with a smile: "Man, you have to lose weight!

As a writer, obesity is the beginning of sub-health."

Cassel straightened his suit and said a little embarrassedly: "Hell's Kitchen has been too quiet recently, and there are no interesting cases, which makes me a little unmotivated.

John Wick has been slacking off a bit lately, which makes me a bit bored..."

As Cassell looked at Alvin's enviable figure, he stared and said, "I bought a state-of-the-art motion-sensing game console, and I will be able to catch up with you soon."

Alvin doesn't understand what the so-called somatosensory game console has to do with weight loss, but he likes Cassel very much. This guy is a very interesting friend.

After patting Cassel hard on the stomach, Alvin turned to Sam at the bar and said, "Man, what do you want to do with a gun?

Put down the gun quickly and pour two glasses of whiskey for our director and her boyfriend, I’ll treat you!"

Under Beckett's nervous gaze, Sam took out the revolver from his waist and said: "I, Isenberg, Doctor is in danger..."

I, we, should, should, protect him..."

After hearing this, Alvin looked at Dr. Ethan who was a little moved and smiled and said: "Look, man!

I think you are more popular here than me!"

As he spoke, Alvin held Sam in his arms and said seriously: "A gun can be used to protect yourself and others...

But remember to load bullets in it next time, and don’t stick it on your waist, as it can easily misfire!”

Beckett slapped Alvin on the arm angrily and said, "Sam is a good man, and you bastards are going to teach him a bad lesson."

Alvin shook his head noncommittally and said: "Everyone has the right to use a gun to protect themselves!

This is what the American Firearms Association and arms dealers say...

I am a democratic person..."

Beckett rolled her eyes and listened to Alvin's nonsense. She looked at Sam who was a little confused. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and groped around Cassel's body, took out a Taser and handed it to Sam...

"Sam, you are a good man, and good men don't need to carry guns with them.

Take this, you can use it to protect yourself or others..."

Although Sam is a bit stupid, he can still tell the difference between a stun gun and a real gun...

He watched Alvin hesitate for a long time, still a little unsure of what to do...

Dr. Ethan couldn't stand it anymore. He took the Taser handed to him by Beckett, walked into the bar and replaced the small revolver in Sam's hand.

Then he put his arms around Sam's neck and whispered: "Sam, you are a good fellow!

I know you will protect us all!

The Taser is also good, remember not to show it casually, the bad guys will be scared..."

Looking at Sam who was very happy to be praised, Alvin smiled and shook his head, looked at Beckett and said: "Do you know why Dr. Ethan asked Sam not to show the Taser gun casually?"

Beckett frowned and said, "Isn't it because Dr. Ethan also thinks Sam is a good person?"

Alvin shook his head funny and said: "The whole Hell's Kitchen knows that Sam is a good guy...

But the Taser is much more dangerous to Sam than a real gun!

Because Sam knows how dangerous guns are, he never carries a gun...

But Tasers are different..."

Beckett glanced nervously at Sam, who was playing with the Taser with the help of Dr. Ethan...

She looked at Alvin anxiously and said, "What should we do?

I should get the gun back, in case anything happens to Sam, I..."

Alvin looked at Beckett happily and said, "Forget it, that thing doesn't look cheap, so I gave it to Sam as a gift.

Dr. Ethan will teach him when to carry it with him!

And Sam is Shangqi’s brother, who dares not to give him face..."

Beckett frowned and said a little unhappy: "Then why did you say that just now?"

Alvin suddenly stepped forward and gave the dedicated police officer a hug and said with a smile: "You are willing to find a gun and give it to Sam instead of persuading him to give up the pistol.

This shows that you are slowly adapting to the conditions in Hell's Kitchen, which is really good!

Although it's not that interesting, I think one day, sooner or later, you will make the police proud here.

Because you understand this place and have even integrated into it in your own way!

Who's to say you're not a member of Hell's Kitchen?"

As he spoke, Alvin held Beckett's shoulders and looked the policewoman with a supermodel figure up and down. He smiled and said: "You should go to Northern Europe to see it. It's a pity for a girl like you not to wear a wedding dress!"

Kassel is also a rich man, and he still has the money to charter a flight every week to take you to see wedding dresses."

Cassell, who was standing behind Beckett, excitedly gave Alvin a thumbs up and kept mouthing his thanks...

Then the writer took Beckett by the shoulders, made her face him, and said: "Alvin is right!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I can accompany you to Northern Europe once a week, which is said to be the center of gossip in the world."

After hearing this, Beckett raised his chin slightly and looked at Cassell and said, "Let's talk about it...

I heard that you guys had a lot of fun at Yade's nightclub recently, maybe I should save the money for your charter flight."

Alvin whistled, looked at Cassel who looked unlucky, and said with a smile: "Man, although I have never been there, I heard that the girls there are not cheap...

You bastards are simply lawless, haha..."

Cassel looked at Beckett's face that gradually became serious. He glared at Alvin, then looked at Beckett and said: "We were just there for fun...

Captain America also went, we didn’t mess around!

It's a legitimate business there..."

Alvin ignored the entanglement between the man and the woman. He knew that Beckett must have something else to do when he came to him, but he could talk about those things later...

He turned around and looked at Hank Pym, who had been patiently waiting for him...

Alvin smiled and invited the legend to sit in a booth...

Gwen graciously gave Alvin a bottle of expensive whiskey and put the bill on Hank Pym's side.

Looking at Gwen winking at him, Alvin said angrily: "What are you doing here?

Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

Gwen, who failed to flatter her, stamped her feet angrily, turned around and left with a haughty voice, and went to find little Ginny and the others, trying to solve her debt problem from the root.

Hank Pym looked at the bill in front of him. He consciously opened the whiskey and poured a glass for Alvin and himself.

Putting the glass to his nose and smelling it, Hank Pym said with a smile: "Very authentic Scotch whiskey!

But the price seems a bit wrong..."

Hank Pym's secret probing was not taken to Alvin's mind at all.

He had already made up his mind to treat Hank Pym and the others as business, so naturally he had a different attitude.

Taking a sip of whiskey worth 2,500 yuan indifferently, Alvin smiled and said: "Price always varies from person to person...

If you send an automatic rifle here to South America for 500 yuan, you can get a lot of things in exchange.

I'm not a qualified businessman, but I still have credibility.

If you think the 'price' is too much, you can refuse to pay, which is preferential treatment for a former hero!"