Druids in Marvel

Alvin ignored Gunsou, turned around and walked back to the restaurant, preparing to find all the clothes and shoes and throw them away. He had called Fox and Jessica before, and they had the same idea.

At this moment, these two girls should be re-purchasing clothes for themselves and their two children. I hope the prices are not too outrageous, and the debts of the little turtles are about to explode.

Gunsou turned around and left here helplessly. He didn't want to stay here for a minute longer. The smell here was a bit irritating to a blind man with sensitive senses.

Alvin is a fool in his heart. Why should a principal of a community school look down on the Hand? Look down on himself? Just because you are a very good restaurant waiter?

He never considered why Alvin didn't care about the Hand, and he didn't even ask Matt about Alvin carefully. He probably knew that Alvin wiped out the New York branch of the Hand and killed Mrs. Gao.

But in his heart, this doesn't matter, because he is the one who truly understands the details of the Hand. He knows that those who have been swept away are only the peripheral forces of the Hand.

In his heart, the Hand is already the most powerful bad guy organization, and he himself is the only hero who can fight against the bad guys. The only one who can defeat the Hand is the "Innocence Club" and the "Gunso".

Little did he know that Alvin's enemies were never the Hand!

This is a poor man who is trapped by his "ideal" and "mission"! Ever since he took over the "Innocence Society", he has no life of his own. If he puts his thoughts on his rivalry on his wife

, then his wife must be the happiest woman in the world.

Alvin sighed and walked into the restaurant, only to see Shangqi rushing out of the basement and trying to run out. It looked like his face was not very good and he had some injuries on his body.

Holding Shang Qi, Alvin asked worriedly: "What's wrong, man, those little turtles ran out?"

Shangqi glanced outside the door anxiously, stamped his feet, and said angrily: "No, someone broke into the basement just now. I fought with him twice, and then he ran away."

Alvin looked around doubtfully and said, "It's impossible, I've been at the door and I didn't see anyone running out!"

Shangqi thought he wouldn't be able to catch up, so he sighed and said, "He ran out through the small window above the basement. That window was too small and I couldn't get out.

I'm sorry boss, I couldn't stop him, he is very powerful. In terms of pure flexibility, he is the most powerful I have ever seen."

Alvin could probably guess who came to save those little turtles. There should be no one else except Splinter, the big mouse.

Seeing Shang Qi looking a little frustrated, Alvin patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Have you seen what he looks like?"

Shangqi thought for a while and said, "I don't know if it's right, because he is wearing a big cloak and a mask, but I think it should be a big rat. His hands, feet and tail look like a rat.

Boss, we just caught a few turtle men, and a big rat came here, they must be connected."

Alvin laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, we don't want to do anything to those little turtles anyway. This big mouse shouldn't be an enemy, but why did you suffer a loss with a mouse?

The kung fu master from Hell’s Kitchen suffered at the hands of a rat, which doesn’t sound good, haha!”

Shangqi said angrily: "That's because I wasn't prepared. That big rat was very cunning, so I let him run away. I will definitely catch him next time!"

Alvin patted his breathless shoulder and said, "Then go to the basement and wait, maybe he will come back. You have plenty of opportunities to prove yourself.

To be honest, you made me look at Chinese Kung Fu with new eyes, teach me how to do it when you have time, and make me look awesome."

Shangqi was a little embarrassed to be praised, but he still had the demeanor of a master. This guy said reservedly: "If the boss needs it, of course you can, but it may be very hard! And it may not be effective. After all, boss, you are old.

It’s hard to practice!”

Alvin glanced at Shangqi and was very dissatisfied with his indifference. What does it mean to practice hard and what does he mean to be old? You are discriminating! Can you beat me if I stand still?

After waving his hand and driving Shangqi back to the basement to serve as the cell leader, Alvin went upstairs to pack his things somewhat unhappily.

Throwing things away is quick. The garbage truck is parked in front of the restaurant. Alvin only needs to be responsible for throwing things out of the window, and someone will naturally take care of the rest.

Seeing the big and small bags of things being loaded into the garbage truck, Alvin, who was used to being a small citizen in his previous life, felt heartbroken. Although the little turtle paid the bill in the end, they had to be rich!

The big mouse Splinter squatted in an alley a street away, tugging at his beard in annoyance.

Four of his children were caught and locked up in a cold storage, and he wanted to save them. But there was always a super master sitting there. He tried three times, but was repelled by that guy.

The guy was anxious to catch him at first, but then he seemed to be in no hurry and just waited for him there.

It seemed that he was very happy to fight with others. He seemed to have become the target of his practice, and he could clearly feel that he had let go for the last time, otherwise he might not have been able to escape.

Splinter stood up, turned around helplessly, and decided to go back to the sewer first and try again at night. His child had to be saved no matter what, although those people didn't seem to have that much malice.

After walking a few steps and arriving at a sewer entrance, a blind old man appeared at the entrance of the alley holding a guide stick.

Splinter looked at the guide stick in the old blind man's hand and looked at his movements. The guide stick didn't look like it was used to guide the way.

Gunsou was a little happy. The man in front of him should be a killer of the Hand. He heard with his own ears that this guy broke into the restaurant three times and was beaten out by the waiter. As long as he controlled him, he could take action.

There may be other gains from the Hehui's arrangement in New York this time.

Splinter keenly felt that the other party had bad intentions. He thought that the other party was someone from the restaurant who was looking for trouble for him. Without saying anything, Splinter looked at Stickman warily.

The exchange between the two people was sudden and quiet. Except for the sound of a cane and a guide stick being waved, the two people remained silent.

Splinter can't see anyone, and Stickman wants to capture him to extract a confession, so it's not suitable for others to watch.

Both of their fighting skills came from the island country, and their styles were very similar. Gunsou became more and more sure that he had found an important figure in the Hand.

Splinter was afraid, not that he couldn't beat the stickman, but that he was the one sent by "that" gang to catch him. Now he was sure that the other person was not from the restaurant, because the people from the restaurant used

It's Chinese Kung Fu.

The tricks of the old blind man in front of me were cunning and ruthless, obviously the tricks of the island country.

The man in the basement was impressive in martial arts and powerful. If he hadn't relied on his size and dexterity, he wouldn't have been able to escape.