Druids in Marvel

Alvin looked at the messy streets and the old Bud who was crying without tears. He smiled and shouted to Pluto who was still crazy at the door: "Come back quickly! Your fucking little brother is scared to death!"

The two boys who took turns supplying bullet chains to Pluto and changing the barrel of the gun glanced at Alvin gratefully. This was too exciting for them.

The boss was standing next to him with a machine gun and started firing randomly. He was unarmed and only had bullet belts all over his body. It really tested his courage.

Pluto took one look at the extremely bad street in front of him, and returned to the cafe with a machine gun in hand with satisfaction. A very discerning boy next to him enthusiastically handed him a cigar.

Pluto grinned with his big gold teeth and chewed a cigar. He lit the cigar with the red barrel of the machine gun very fiercely.

He glanced at Old Bud, took a puff of a thick cigar, and two smoke dragons came out from both nostrils, and said proudly: "Old man, I had a great time today! You can give me a bill later, my accountant

I’ll give you money, haha!”

Old Bud stared at the messy street outside the door and cursed at Pluto: "Are you fucking crazy? The whole street was smashed by you! Do you know how much it will cost to repair it?

?Wouldn't it be better to let my guy upstairs blow them up with an RPG?

Pluto, you bastard, never want to come to my place to discuss business in the future."

As he spoke, Old Bud glanced at the frightened gang bosses, spat with contempt, and cursed: "Let these cowards from Brooklyn go to your territory to talk, don't come to my place.

Pluto, you’re a fucking lunatic!”

Pluto spread his hands indifferently, laughed loudly, walked up to Old Bud, hugged him, and said: "But I am a rich madman, haha! Old man, I am interested in your street

Open a pharmacy?

It’s a legal business, I’ll give you half of the profit!”

As he spoke, Pluto glanced at the cowering black bosses with contempt and said: "Old man, you are different from them, I will never cheat you.

I swear on my lawyer wife!”

Old Bud glanced at Pluto, glanced at the street outside, and said: "The money outside is still yours! Is it a deal?"

Pluto grinned with a mouth full of gold teeth and said with a smile: "No problem! Boss Pluto is not short of money!"

Alvin was really fed up with Pluto's arrogance and shouted loudly to Pluto: "Boss Pluto, the community school still needs a rich school manager, I think you are a good fit.

Our other three big financial backers, one is Kingpin, one is Tony Stark, and one is Norman Osborn. You look good at all. Can I save a place for you?"

Pluto grimaced after hearing this, smiled at Alvin and said, "Look, Principal Alvin, I've been doing business recently and I don't have enough funds.

Forget it, the school director, otherwise I will open a pharmacy in the school and all medicines will be free.

Hehe, what do you think?"

Alvin shook his head and laughed, raised his middle finger at Pluto, and said with a smile: "Get the hell away from me, except money, nothing of yours can enter the school, I said so!"

Pluto spread his hands, looked at Alvin in disbelief, and shouted unconvinced: "Principal Alvin, you can't look down on me! I am a businessman now!"

After hearing this, Alvin gave him a pair of middle fingers and cursed: "Yes, you are a businessman, a businessman who swears by his lawyer's wife.

Pluto, tell me who your lawyer is? I think he taught you too badly. Where has the simple Pluto gone?"

The hardcover lawyer who had been sitting in the corner of the coffee shop followed Alvin's questioning. He was not nervous at all when facing the fierce gun battle outside, and suddenly slid under the table unconsciously.

Pluto was quite loyal and did not sell his lawyer. Instead, he grinned his big gold teeth and said, "Principal Alvin, why do you have time to come here?"

Alvin spread his hands and said with a smile: "There is a stupid agent who caused some trouble for the school, and I am solving the trouble."

Pluto frowned, showing a fierce expression, and said: "Then the trouble is solved? You shouldn't have asked me to stop just now. If you kill them all, there will be no trouble?"

Alvin bumped his fists with Pluto in a funny way and said, "Yes, I think so too. Unfortunately, these are just little guys. Killing them all is of no use."

While Alvin and Pluto were talking, Chief Beckett finally arrived at the scene with his police officers.

The fierce post-war scenes here made the female police officer who used to be responsible for murder cases take a breath of air.

The mature and steady Michael stood behind Director Beckett and said with a smile: "This is nothing, it happened almost every week three years ago.

Now it's good, these people seem to be outside gunmen, and they somehow got into conflict with old Bud.

Director, we will do things according to the rules for a while, and don’t use other means."

Beckett glanced at Michael and nodded with a smile. Unlike Misty, Beckett had a rich boyfriend who was very good at making friends, and she also understood the benefits of having a good relationship with her colleagues.

So the atmosphere in the Hell's Kitchen Police Department has always been very good. Some of their police officers may not be qualified, but there are no bad guys. Everyone knows the reason!

Beckett walked into the cafe and saw Alvin talking to the famous cannabis dispensary owner.

With a headache, he greeted Fox, who was standing next to him with a cup of coffee, and then said to Alvin: "Principal Alvin, why has this become a battlefield? I think you should call the police first when something happens?

"

Old Bud is an old-school gangster. Although he won't go against the police now, he definitely doesn't like the police.

The old guy stared blankly and said to Chief Beckett: "Get out, the police are not welcome here!"

Beckett touched the pistol on his waist almost instinctively, and then the younger brothers behind Old Bud grabbed the firearms at the same time.

Alvin shook his head, pressed his hands down, and said loudly: "Put the fucking gun down!"

Ignoring the gun-toting men, Alvin adjusted the collar of his suit, looked at Director Beckett with a smile, and said: "Hello Beckett, I am Alvin, an agent of the CIA, and I am taking over this place now!

These people outside are terrorists and mercenaries. They were killed by the enthusiastic residents of Hell's Kitchen because they undermined the peaceful and united environment of Hell's Kitchen.

I’m sure they’ll take care of it soon!”

Beckett stared at Alvin with his eyes open and told lies. He stuttered and said, "Are you the CIA? Are you kidding me?"

Alvin straightened his tie in a playful manner, and was very proud that he came out and changed into a black suit. This made him feel no burden at all pretending to be the CIA.

Glancing at Beckett with a strange expression, Alvin smiled and said: "Temporarily, when things here are over, I won't be.

You can call and communicate with a female deputy director of the CIA named Erica Sloan. Everything here is done by the CIA."

As he spoke, Alvin looked back at the fierce-looking old Bud and Pluto, and said, "Well~~These are enthusiastic citizens, and they will receive letters of thanks from the CIA in the future!"

Beckett rolled his eyes and listened to Alvin's nonsense, but did not expose him.

Beckett understood that if Alvin dared to say that he was the CIA, he would not be afraid that the people there would not admit it. Besides, she saw Alvin beating up a handsome agent in the community school this morning.

He was really an agent. Beckett used his authority and couldn't find any information about that handsome guy on the police website.

There are only two situations like this. One is that the handsome guy is a smuggler, but he looks nothing like him. The other is that he works for a secret agency, and he looks very much like him.

Beckett glanced at the firearms in the hands of the young men behind Old Bud, as well as the machine gun that had just started killing people. He glanced at the entire cafe with his lips pursed and said, "I guess not a single gun here is legal.

, so if I want to detain you, there should be no problem, right everyone?"

As he spoke, Beckett saw the face of the hot-tempered old Bud turning red. It is estimated that if Alvin hadn't been here, the old guy would have been ready to fight the police.

Beckett chuckled, spread his hands, and continued: "My request is reasonable here. These are the rules set by Principal Alvin. You can resist, you can run away, and you can hire a lawyer.

I'm a police officer and I have my responsibilities. I think it would be a good idea for you to follow me back to the police station and wait for your lawyer to bail you out. Illegal possession of a gun is not a felony in Hell's Kitchen."

Officer Michael wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his new boss with some complaints.

Since Principal Alvin revealed the identity of the CIA and got rid of this matter, why bother asking for trouble?

Alvin smiled and said nothing. He probably understood what Beckett wanted to do. This was a good thing. There was really no need for him to force his way forward.

Isn't it what I want to make this place run regularly?

Now we finally have a police officer who is smart but not rigid. He hopes to change Hell's Kitchen through gentle means. There is nothing wrong with that.

Old Bud was not a fool, and Beckett's attitude really didn't seem like he was deliberately looking for trouble, but he really didn't want to deal with the police.

After taking a few steps forward, Old Bud looked at the young Director Beckett and said in a rough voice: "Speak directly! What do you want to do? We give Principal Alvin face, but that doesn't mean we will be afraid of you!"

Beckett glanced at Alvin, then smiled at Old Bud and said, "You are all holding guns illegally now, are you willing to make your guns legal?

You just need to take them to the police station to register them, and then you can take them around Hell's Kitchen with you."

As he spoke, Beckett glanced at the killing M249 and said: "It can also do it, but it can't leave this cafe.

Do you agree? Gentlemen!"

Old Bud and Pluto looked at each other and nodded. This was really not an excessive request. The scene here just now was indeed very noisy.

Alvin liked Beckett's way of handling problems very much, although it was not very useful.

But now that the dozens of guns here have been registered, they can actually no longer be used to do bad things, because after the guns are registered, these gangs have to think about it when they want to use them.

It's not difficult to change a gun when you do bad things, but the cost increases, right?