Druid of Marvel

Alvin was amused watching the rapture between Beckett and Old Bud and Bruto.

It's really interesting that a supermodel-like, gorgeous policewoman and two evil-looking gangsters care about a gun.

Old Bard is not rich, every gun is money for him, and of course he understands that once the gun is registered, it only has decorative functions. So he tried to stand in front of Beckett, and let those little brothers behind him quickly hide a part.

Beckett wasn't too impatient at this time. Her goal was not to have a few guns in front of her, but to make people here adapt to her own possible future. It looks pretty good now.

Alvin shook his head with a smile, turned and walked to the door of the cafe, glancing at the corpse all over the floor. Called the CIA's deputy director, Erika Sloan, and asked her to arrange a sweep.

There must be someone in the CIA near here. Lao Tzu has helped a lot. It doesn't make sense for me to collect corpses during the day.

Sure enough, the phone hung up for a few minutes, the two ends of the entire street were blocked, and several trucks began to enter the field to collect corpses. This group of people actually drove a brand new sprinkler truck, and at the same time collected the corpse, they washed the ground.

Alvin shook his head and lamented that the professional was professional.

"Young man, what's your name? I think I have to remember my life-saving benefactor." The old white-haired man didn't know when he came behind Alvin, holding a ridiculous 500-ml coffee cup in his hand.

Alvin glanced at the white-haired old man and was very satisfied with the tattooed brother's practice. The coffee filled with a beer mug must be expensive.

This is a small punishment from a future father-in-law for this poor ghost's passionate seed.

Alvin pointed to the coffee in the hands of the white-haired old man and said with a smile: "How about coffee? I guess this must be the best coffee in this cafe. Generally speaking, the most expensive is the best, haha!

I'm Alvin Ye, you can call me Alvin, I think you might not want to remember me, haha! "

The old white-haired man took a bitter smile and took a "coffee cup" and took a sip, saying: "Indeed! 80 cups of instant coffee, ha ~~

Alvin, I never carry anything like this with me. Can you tell them? I will send the money tomorrow.

Otherwise I can only ask my son to send money. I will be embarrassed this way, help! Alvin! "

The white-haired old man looked back at the tattooed strong man who gave himself a cup of 500 ml of instant coffee, and said with a smile, "That guy is very enthusiastic and energetic!"

Alvin looked at the optimistic old man with a chuckle. He didn't mean to embarrass the old man, but he was just kidding. The old guy's attitude of treating the world's father-in-law as nothing is really embarrassing.

Looking at the messy scene, and the old man's pickup truck that should have been in the junkyard for a long time, Alvin shook his head and said with a smile, "You better let your son come to pick you up. You should not be a local , Drinking overlord coffee here is not a good choice, haha! "

The white-haired old man glanced at the coffee in his hand in depression, and looked back at his charming wife who was curiously looking at everything in the cafe.

With a long sigh, the old man said helplessly: "I came here quietly, my son found a girl here and would not go home. Let me see what happened to that girl?"

Alvin looked at this old man with contempt. You are a poor ghost yourself, and dare to abandon the girlfriend his son is looking for?

The old white-haired man looked at Alvin's expression and didn't care too much, but said, "I don't care about the girl, but I want to see if my son has changed here. He has his responsibility!"

Alvin looked at the old man with contempt, and said with a smile, "You are a poor ghost who doesn't have coffee money, and it seems like you have a great career that requires your son to inherit."

While talking about Alvin, he took out the phone and handed it to the old man. "Hurry up, call your son and let him pick you up. To be honest, if your son finds a girl in the hell's kitchen, you're in luck!"

The old white-haired man looked at the phone handed by Alvin and smiled helplessly, saying, "I don't have a son's phone. I only know that he is a football coach at a community school in Hell's Kitchen.

It is said that the management there is strict, eh ~~ It seems that it is still working time now. "

Alvin listened for a moment, gave him a cleverness, re-examined the white-haired old man in front of him, and asked tentatively, "What's your son's name?"

The old man looked at Alvin with a smile and said, "It is said that everyone here is called Odinson. I think it is good. Do you know him? He should be famous here!"

Alvin frowned after hearing the trouble. Who else could Sol's dad be? This is a very troublesome father and son. You Boss Palace is nothing to pretend to be a poor ghost.

Alvin looked around and spread his hands and said, "Now I understand your actions a bit, but I'm afraid it will not be easy for the" Grumpy Truck "to change. I think it is a good choice to let him go home!"

Speaking of Alvin, he pointed to the broken pickup truck from the old man and said with a smile, "It looks like you have traveled a long way, why?"

The old man took a sip of instant coffee with a smile and said, "I went to take a look at my eldest daughter. Her condition is not very good. I have to comfort her.

I haven't been here for a long time, it has become a little different here, very interesting and energetic! "

Alvin has nothing to say about this alien, but everything that is related to him is almost troublesome.

Looking back at the kind-hearted and charming old lady in the cafe, Alvin shook his head and smiled. These things have nothing to do with him, and they can't stop himself from love.

I just hope they can take away that **** Thor.

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At the alley on the other side of the street, Ethan Hunt looked helplessly at so many corpses on the ground, glanced at Frank and Shirley, and said, "I have to hurry up and leave here. I know a very powerful broker in Europe .

I will use this battery to attract all possible buyers and let the CIA wipe out those who are very harmful.

Then I was looking for a chance to let this "super battery" explode and I might not need to be wanted. "

Frank glanced at the cloth, like a homeless Ethan Hunt, shaking his head and saying, "You don't seem to be able to cope with the people just now.

Whether it's the bald head or the white suit, they can easily kill you.

If the CIA keeps leaking your location information, I think you are dead! Your plans never seem to be reliable!

And we can't let you leave the United States in your combat suit, that's the only test piece for Dr. Ethan. "

Ethan Hunt grabbed the combat suit he had saved himself several times, sighed long and said, "I have no choice! This is the best way for us!"

Saying Ethan Hunt took a look at Shirley and said with a bitter smile: "Now she's safe, for you this matter is over."

Frank had some sympathy for this less "professional" agent, and the kind-hearted guy always made people like it. Even though he almost brought trouble to the school before ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But he has paid the price, hasn't he?

Frank thought for a while and said, "I think you can hide first, and then call Alvin. Our neighbor has one of the most professional brokers.

He may be better than the one you said, of course, provided that Alvin is willing to convince him to help you. "

Ethan Hunt looked at Frank in surprise and said, "Who is he?"

Frank shrugged his shoulders and said, "His name is Raymond Redington. He always says he is the best, who knows?"

Ethan Hunt was surprised to grow his mouth and said, "Raymond Redington? The Red Devils? Who else are you here?

Will Captain America be your neighbor? "

Frank looked at the disbelieving Ethan Hunt, smiled, and didn't speak!

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