Druids in Marvel

Alvin looked at the three children playing happily in front of the restaurant, smiled, poured Cassell a cup of coffee, and said: "Man, what's the matter here today? You, an outsider, brought a child to hell.

All I can say about the kitchen is that you are very courageous. I thought that most wealthy people living in Manhattan would not come to a place like this!"

Cassell shrugged, accepted the title of rich man calmly, spread his hands and said: "I think this place is pretty good. When I came in, I asked someone for directions. The guy was very polite! He was seriously injured on the face, but he can still

He enthusiastically gave me directions! He seemed very familiar with Hell’s Kitchen!”

Alvin said somewhat differently: "What does that guy look like? From your tone, this doesn't sound like the Hell's Kitchen I pictured! When did the people here become so polite?"

Cassel laughed and said: "To be honest, that guy's face looked a little scary, but he was really polite.

I actually got some inspiration for writing after seeing him. He is an avid clown fan and an evil villain who imitates the clown in DC to commit crimes. He will play a serial killing game in New York!

What do you think? I think this will be a very exciting story! It will be the subject of my next book.”

As he spoke, Cassel took out his cell phone, patted it in his hand, and said proudly: "Now, I just need to wait for my girlfriend to call me. This means that another person has died of murder in New York City.

I would go and see them together and fill my story with their stories."

Cassel proudly explained the source of inspiration for writing his book. Looking at Alvin and Stark who were looking at each other, he asked strangely: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Alvin frowned, looked at Cassel with a proud look on his face, and said: "Man, you are the only guy I know who likes murders so much. Wouldn't you, um~~ wouldn't you feel a little uncomfortable?

Are you always expecting someone to be murdered because you need inspiration?

And when did the police station provide the service of accompanying cases?"

Cassel looked at Alvin with some confusion and said: "Dozens of murders occur in New York every day, it's just a matter of time, what's the problem with this?

I just like some of the stories in it. I can’t kill people, and my reasoning ability is pretty good. Most of my girlfriend’s cases were solved through my reasoning. I’m now very famous in the New York Police Department!

Moreover, Mr. Mayor is a fan of my books and he is willing to help me find some writing materials, so~~"

Alvin patted his head. He understood that this was a bastard who entered the police station through the back door, hoping to find inspiration for writing and pick up girls on the way!

Stark looked at Cassel with some admiration and said: "You are very special, man. This is the first time I have met a guy like you. How does it feel to work on a case with your girlfriend? Working with my girlfriend makes me happy."

There are some worries, it makes me feel like I have lost my free space!”

Cassel raised his eyebrows at Stark proudly and said: "I have my own tricks. I start writing whenever I feel I need free space.

I have the most freedom during "writing time" because no one will bother me! My girlfriend is no exception! This is my secret to maintaining enthusiasm, and most people can't learn it!"

Alvin was a little troubled to see a successful writer bragging about himself. Thinking about his short career as a streetwalker in his previous life, he felt extremely unbalanced!

Alvin took out the whiskey, got himself a small glass, took a sip, and said: "You haven't told me about the weirdo you mentioned. I'm surprised that he looks so scary. Why have I never heard of it?"

Pass?"

Cassel frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Do you know DC's Joker? The corner of that guy's mouth was also cut open. It wasn't neat and the stitching wasn't very good. It looked like he had just been injured.

His face wasn't funny at all, but he did look like he was smiling all the time, which was a bit scary!"

While Cassel was talking, his phone rang. He picked up the phone and pressed the speakerphone. He raised his eyebrows proudly at Alvin. He said in a very disrespectful tone: "HALLO Esposito, you touch

What's the problem? Can Mr. Cassell, the famous detective story writer, help?"

Esposito on the other end said: "Yes, Mr. Cassel, the coffee in the office is finished. Remember to bring some new coffee beans when you come back! Remember this is a mission! Rookie!"

Cassell hurriedly pressed down the phone and said with some embarrassment: "Well, that's my friend, we were joking!"

Alvin and Stark looked at each other, smiled and tacitly agreed not to expose Cassel. He is an interesting guy, there is no need to make him look bad!

Within a few seconds, Cassel's phone rang again. This time Cassel did not put it on speakerphone, but stood up and picked up the phone. He said angrily: "Hey, man, your joke just now was not funny at all."

!Do you know who is next to me?"

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"Oh, oh, Beckett, don't get me wrong. I'm not angry at you. It's Esposito. This bastard made me lose face!"

Do you know who I'm with? Manhattan Tomahawk, and Tony Stark, when I get back I'm going to kill this bastard!"

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"Of course, I'm friends with these two now. If you have any questions, you can tell me directly and I can ask them for you!"

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"What? A producer, Michael Auslan, died. What does this have to do with Mr. Stark? I don't think a super rich man would murder a bankrupt producer! There must be some misunderstanding here!"

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"Okay! Hurry up then, I'll talk to him first! Wow~ A murder case involving a billionaire is so exciting! I have to write it down so I can use it in my next book

It’s here!”

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Cassell hung up the phone, sat back at the bar, looked at Stark and said with a smile: "Mr. Stark, there is a murder case that may be related to you. My girlfriend will rush over right away. Can you

Would you like to stay here a little longer? I think it’s very interesting!”

Stark frowned and said unhappily: "No police officer has ever dared to come to me for questioning without an arrest warrant! I should probably call my lawyer. The quality of the New York police seems to have declined a lot.

Awesome!" As he said that, Stark put his hand into his pocket to get the phone!

Cassel quickly stopped Stark's actions. He was joking. If Stark complained, could his girlfriend, the police, still continue to work?

Cassel rubbed his hands anxiously and said sheepishly: "I'm not asking for trouble, but I just want to ask you about something. Recently, there was a serial murder case in New York. The deceased had a common characteristic.

Just attending a costume party at your Long Island mansion!

The latest person to die is a producer named Michael Osland."