Druid of Marvel

Alvin glanced out the door, and Peter gasped out, peering into the dining room.

Many people gathered at the door of the apartment across the street, everyone was watching the excitement, no one felt that they were scared or anything. The mental quality of the residents of Hell's Kitchen is absolutely excellent.

The old Kent gathered a group of people and began to converge on the dead bodies on the street. Occasionally someone could find a valuable thing from the corpse and make them happy for a long time.

After all, Director Misty was mixed in the Hell's Kitchen for a while. Besides, Director George called her. She also participated in the rescue work of the sewer yesterday. She knew who Alvin's enemies were.

The iron-handed female chief leaned on the door of the police car and said to a young police officer nearby: "Go and stare, take your camera, take a picture of the dead, and pass it back to the police station. Maybe it will be a little unexpected reward.

If there is no harvest, leave the corpse to the old Kent. "

Look, a female police officer with a sense of justice used to learn bad in the **** kitchen, and the harsh environment is the most training.

Alvin looked at Alexandra with a smile and said, "Please hurry up, let's hurry up a bit. Otherwise someone is in a hurry."

Alexandra froze. He thought he heard it wrong, and Alvin didn't seem to care about the lives of those in the sewer.

Stark lifted his faceplate and looked at Alexandra with sympathy. He admired the old guy, and he was an impeccable man in terms of looks and manners.

There was something wrong with his plan, and there was nothing to say. Underestimating Alvin and the number of people on this street, he would not be the last.

But this old guy chose the best treatment method in desperation. He didn't desperately. He was delaying time, his life under his hands, and even filling his own life when necessary, just to win that glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, he almost succeeded!

Stark sighed and looked at Alexandra and said, "I rarely pay respect to the enemy, you are one, but I advise you to listen to Alvin and call your companion, maybe he still It is not necessarily alive. SHIELD is really difficult to deal with. "

Alvin listened for a moment, staring at Stark in surprise, and said, "What's going on here with SHIELD? I thought you winked me because you arranged for a strong security officer, you can drag it to Frank and rush past."

Stark looked at Alvin like an idiot, and said angrily: "Are you a fool? Where can my security beat those lunatics?

It was the phone that Russell called me. His opponent was very dissatisfied with the blood-sucking monsters. The handsome **** took someone to the sewer early this morning, waiting for these people to die.

There are many smart people. In places like the SHIELD, there are more bad and smart people, so the hands are unlucky.

Believe it or not, there are people from SHIELD not far away watching this place! "

Alvin didn't expect Russell to put a lot of effort in the end, otherwise he would have some trouble. As for whether Russell's idea or what SHIELD meant, Alvin didn't care too much.

Previously, the Crew Union was responsible for kidnapping people to work, and the monsters were responsible for protecting and increasing their numbers by the way. There were at least a thousand monsters when Alvin went there. How did they come?

Even if you do n’t know what the SHIELD did, you must know about the monsters. Why do n’t you solve them? At least inform the New York police and prepare them a little. This will cause a lot of deaths.

You've done stupid things before, but you've helped me now, so I'll be more polite to you in the future. Russell can come and I can ask him for a drink, and that's all.

Alvin isn't a masculine person. The life experience of two lives makes it difficult for him to feel good about SHIELD. Maybe you are doing what you think is right, but that is not the reason for you to sacrifice others casually. Moreover, you are not necessarily correct. No one is a omniscient God.

So I don't hate you, but we are not friends either!

Alexandra was so desperate that he didn't go to call his companion because he knew it was unnecessary, and Stark had no need to cheat himself at this time.

The old guy smiled bitterly, walked to the bar, knocked on the bar, smiled and said, "Would you like an old man who is about to die?"

Without waiting for Alvin's response, Fox walked over and poured Alexandra a glass of whiskey. She admired the old man a little. Although he was an enemy, he was dying and he deserved to be treated politely.

Alvin glanced at Fox. The girl was very angry! Don't know if you have a drink for your boyfriend?

Fox pouted, smiled charmingly, and gave Alvin and Stark a drink.

Stark was awkward standing, wearing Mark 5 to make him sit even more awkward, watching the simple dress of Alvin and the well-dressed Alexandra, and he now felt that he was the most of the three. The one without style. When a few big guys meet and drink, do they look too scared to death in a steel suit?