Druids in Marvel

Misty felt that she might have made a wrong judgment about the people and the security situation in Hell's Kitchen.

Look at the attitude of their colleagues, Michael and Scott, towards Alvin, including the attitude of George Stacey, the chief police officer of the Big Apple City. All of them show that Alvin is not a very bad person, at least.

Not the enemy of the police.

Misty nodded stiffly and said coldly: "You will see it!" After saying that, she turned around and walked out.

"Hey, officer, you haven't told me where your hand was made?" Alvin shouted from the bar. "I really need to know."

Misty, who had a stiff attitude, couldn't stand it any longer. She said awkwardly, "Stark Industries' laboratory." and hurriedly left.

Michael looked at Alvin apologetically and said, "Sorry, Alvin, I didn't expect her to be so impulsive."

Alvin waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, Jessica still owes you a favor! I'm just afraid that your life will not be easy in the next few days!"

Michael looked at Jessica, who was pretending to clean the table, smiled bitterly, rubbed her ribs, which ached on rainy days, and said: "That's not her fault, I have forgiven her a long time ago. I have to go back

Just in case our new director is trying to make trouble. The other people here are not as easy to talk to as you."

Alvin looked at Michael and said seriously: "To be honest, Michael, you are a good person. But I think you should change your style. I have a hunch that your new director is a tough guy."

Michael smiled bitterly and said, "I hope so! Being an errand here is a hard job!" After that, he and Scott went out and chased Misty.

Surprisingly, Director George did not leave, but continued to sit at the bar, thinking about something.

Alvin ignored him, greeted Fudge and Matt, and said, "Guys, you are in for a treat. I made sweet and sour pork ribs and tomato stewed beef today. If you don't mind, I can heat them up for you."

"Of course, Alvin, my good friend, I know you won't let me go hungry." Fudge shouted happily.

Alvin heated up the leftover lunch, made it into a rice bowl, and handed it to Fudge and Matt. Seeing how delicious they were eating, he said with a smile: "Man, you are lawyers! How can you be so miserable like you?"

There are so few! Why don’t you go to other districts and find some commissions? You can’t support yourself by accepting commissions here!”

Fudge chewed the rice nonchalantly and said: "You don't know, Alvin, what we are doing now is the work that gangsters did in the past. Paying wages to construction workers, fighting sexual harassment lawsuits for female employees, and fighting for the inability to receive pensions.

People sued the insurance company.”

Touching his mouth, Fudge complained: "You know what? These companies and employers are not afraid of us at all, but are afraid of gangs. To deal with us, they only need to spend money to hire a group of lawyers to give us a headache. But in the face of

Gangsters, they will pay politely, and even the victims can get more compensation. Last week, old Harry’s salary was brought back by me and your school’s driver Swag, disguised as a gangster. This is comparable to

It’s easy to litigate.”

Alvin was extremely impressed by Fudge's ability to ramble on, and said with a smile: "I mean you can take on some money-making commissions."

Fudge waved his hand and said: "We really don't have time. Our current cases have been scheduled for two months. Although they are not profitable."

After Fudge finished speaking, he glanced at Matt resentfully, "The most profitable thing is the compensation from SHIELD the day before yesterday, but you are unwilling to sue them."

Matt turned to look at Fudge and said: "What we are doing now is to make the residents of Hell's Kitchen start to believe in the law instead of relying on gangs and pistols to solve the problem, so that they can find law-abiding jobs elsewhere."

"Yes, great saint, Mr. Matt Murdock, we already owe one month's rent. And you just gave a hot girl a free consultation.

Man, if it weren't for Alvin, we would have gone bankrupt last month. As a lawyer, this would be a huge shame in my career." Fudge complained to Matt.

Alvin somewhat sympathized with Fudge. It was indeed difficult to make money with a colleague like Matt. Alvin also knew Matt's nature. This guy was a truly good person. But the world is like this, and good people often have a difficult life.

But the bad guys live extravagant lives.

Thinking of this, that bastard Kingpin seems to be particularly hateful. Why, the dignified Daredevil lives like a poor family living on subsistence allowances, while you Kingpin are a gang boss, drinking and having sex every day, and partying every night.

The key point is that Matt's subsistence allowance is provided by Alvin, which is too much. He has to find Kingpin, a bastard, to make him pay some blood. The kindergarten is about to open, and there is still a shortage of a few school buses.

While Alvin was distracted at the stall, Frank came back dusty with travel, his gray overalls stained with white paint.

Quickly walking to the bar, Frank said to Jessica: "Hey Jesse, please give me a beer."

As he spoke, Frank looked at the silent George sitting at the bar with a cold eye. He didn't like this man's temperament very much.

Frank's aura was very strong. As soon as he sat down in front of the bar, everyone gave way to both sides and stayed some distance away from him.

Jessica drank a beer in disgust and handed it to Frank from a distance, as if there was a plague on him.

Fudge and Matt silently moved to the dining table far away from him and continued to eat. Fudge, who was chattering, wanted to complain a few words, but after comparing his figure and temperament, he decisively shut his mouth.

Alvin knocked on the bar and said in disgust: "Man, did you fall into the pit? If you stay here for a while, there won't be anyone alive in my restaurant."

Frank took a big sip of beer and said proudly: "I took care of the house next door, painted it myself, and I also fixed the damn sewer pipe.

It’s such a shabby house, and the landlord, who is as fat as a pig, still wants $5,000 a year from me.”

Alvin looked at Frank as if he were a fool and said, "Did you pay? If not, I'll ask Old Kent to talk to him. It will definitely be a lot cheaper."

Frank said proudly: "I paid 20,000 US dollars, ha, it's a good deal."

Frank was downgraded from an idiot to a retarded person in Alvin's eyes. This is a group of people who need care, so he said softly: "I can introduce you to a lawyer, and he should be able to get some of the money back for you. The lawyer's fees can be quite good.

Discount."

Frank looked at Alvin with disdain and said, "I'm not a fool. It's a good deal to buy the house next door for 20,000 yuan."

Alvin looked at Frank in disbelief. He was not a person who knew how to bargain. No matter how bad the house was, it would not be less than $80,000. The security here was not good, but it was also the Big Apple, wasn't it?

?

Alvin asked carefully: "Is the landlord still alive?"

Frank glanced at George, the only one who stayed at the bar, and said: "I drove away the gangsters who caused trouble in his supermarket for him, so that his supermarket could be sold at a good price. He gave me the house.

A huge deal. Haha!”

Alvin was even more worried now. This guy would not be soft on gangsters and asked, "What about the gangs? I was told that they left after you hugged them."

Frank drank the rest of the beer proudly and said, "I told them to get lost. If you have any questions, come to Alvin at the Peace Hotel."

After saying that, he ignored Alvin's shit-eating expression, hummed a tune, and went out to go back to his house. At this moment, he also realized that he didn't smell very good.