Druids in Marvel

Alvin's restaurant is always lively, and after word spread of Stark's provocation against Ivan, the Hell's Kitchen Death Race became a hot topic.

The unlucky drug dealer Braga continued to provide money and effort, but in the end the rich man Stark gave him a heavy blow, turning him into a completely transparent person.

Since it is a competition, the drivers are the stars. You, the organizer of the competition, can only stand aside. Who will remember who you are?

The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen didn't know who listened to the instigation and took out the US$5 million sponsored by Braga as the final championship reward.

Their move made the underground speeding industry in the entire United States boil, and countless speeding experts were rushing to New York.

Surprisingly, the arrival of this group of riders has actually led to economic growth in some industries in Hell's Kitchen. At least the hotel industry and catering industry have been doing very well recently.

These underground riders are basically daring bastards who are not as afraid of Hell's Kitchen as ordinary people. Moreover, the low prices for food, drink and accommodation in Hell's Kitchen are indeed very attractive.

Alvin didn't expect that the matter would become so big. Misty had already called him several times to complain, saying that the security situation in Hell's Kitchen had declined recently and asked Alvin to take care of it.

Alvin just ignored Misty's complaints, joking, what's the deal? Those outsiders are not here to grab territory, they are here to consume! These are big money owners, what's wrong with having a drink and a fight once in a while?

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When you talk to me about the security situation in Hell's Kitchen, you must be on the wrong set.

The gang bosses have tasted the sweetness, and the pimp boss Pili has made a lot of money with his girls. He takes the lead and warns the gangsters on the street not to cause trouble for the guests. During the Death Race, there can be no such thing in Hell's Kitchen.

Abnormal death occurs. No one is allowed to fight and no one is killed!

Teji saw that there were enough people to sign up to boost the local economy, so he creatively marked out streets and started small-scale qualifiers. He also set odds for each game, and actually made a lot of money in a few days!

Alvin went to see it once. Teji recruited a large group of hot-bodied girls who didn't like to wear clothes from Yade's nightclub. Together with a handsome DJ, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely heated.

A group of rich young men in New York City have become regular participants in the competition. Whether it is the excitement of racing or the temptation of girls, these rich second generations who have money and nowhere to spend it like it.

They regard this place as a good place to find excitement. After the event, they can have a symbolic speeding race with the local police. Of course, they always lose, or they are happy to be caught!

Recently, the video of Ares 2 fucking a traffic policeman, saluting and asking for his driver's license has gone viral all over the Internet. After being caught, the wealthy second generation gang who seek death always happily let their accomplices take the video for them.

Alvin didn't know much about economics, but he clearly felt the changes in Hell's Kitchen. It seemed that everyone had found something to do.

People who have nothing to do can earn some living expenses by selling condoms at competition venues.

These changes made Alvin a little confused. It wasn't until he saw this year's Chinese Olympics on TV that he suddenly realized that these were the fucking Olympics in Hell's Kitchen. This was a business that could make a lot of money!

Alvin seemed to see a little bit of the way out of Hell's Kitchen from here, and those cars with blue fire behind them didn't seem so annoying anymore.

And setting aside a few streets for people to race cars shouldn't be anything illegal. Isn't that what the F1 Monte Carlo station does? They can do it, why can't I do it?

In recent years, many of the streets and pavements in Hell's Kitchen have been maintained by Alvin, who held the necks of the gangsters, and everyone raised funds to maintain them. I am now a shareholder of those streets and pavements. If you use them, no one will be able to say nonsense!

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Teji looked at Alvin nervously.

Alvin frowned and held up the phone, keeping it far away from his ears.

Even from such a long distance, you can hear Director George's roar coming from the phone, "You're fucking crazy! You still want to legalize death drives! What do you think?"

How do you make money? How do you pay taxes? How do you stay safe?

Those speedsters are all crazy. If you let them run around on the streets, are you crazy?"

Alvin waited for Director George to finish yelling, then took the phone in front of him and said seriously: "George, my old man, this is a folklore activity decided by our Hell's Kitchen through democratic voting. You have to respect our choice, otherwise you are

Discrimination Hell's Kitchen.

That lunatic Congressman Donald has already proposed that discriminating against the residents of Hell’s Kitchen should be classified as racial discrimination. From now on, discriminating against the poor people of Hell’s Kitchen will be a crime!”

Director George laughed angrily and said, "Then why did you come to me? Go and organize your folk activities!"

Alvin touched his nose worriedly and said: "Don't I only know you as a high-ranking official? Help me, old man, find a way to legalize our folk activities. Do you know how many jobs this can create?

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Director George breathed heavily, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "You should go find that Donald, he now regards himself as the son of Hell's Kitchen, and he will be happy to help you.

Don't get too outrageous, Alvin. I heard Hell's Kitchen has been sold out of weed recently. That drug dealer Pluto has made a fortune, so you need to rein it in a bit.

Are the doctors in Hell’s Kitchen crazy? They actually dare to wear a white coat and prescribe marijuana to treat headaches at the speeding scene. How come I didn’t know you still have such talents?”

Alvin gave Tegui a funny look. Tegui made a funny expression unique to black people, rubbed his fat lips, and said softly: "Those doctors are all real and licensed! Pluto is very good.

There’s no way! I also want to find a lawyer like him, he’s so awesome!”

Alvin shook his head helplessly and said into the phone: "I will tell them, these bastards are really evil in their evil ways. But they do work, don't you think?"

Director George laughed in anger, and he said helplessly: "Whose attention is it to ask drug dealers to ask for a lawyer? This guy should be on the gallows. Our work will be very troublesome in the future!"

Alvin smiled nonchalantly and said: "This is a good thing. At least the police here don't have to have a shootout with drug dealers. They can just find a prosecutor to litigate with him. How good!"

Chief George said with a headache: "Okay! Okay! Alvin, these are matters for our police.

As for that damn death car race of yours! Don’t make it too outrageous, and try not to kill anyone! A “death” car ride is not a good sign!”

Alvin smiled with satisfaction and said, "So you agree, right?"

Director George said formulaically: "I didn't agree to anything, and I won't agree until your folk activities are legalized.

It’s just that the police force in New York has been a bit tight recently, and they may not be able to take care of the damn “folklore activities” in Hell’s Kitchen!”

Alvin glanced at Teji, raised his eyebrows proudly, hung up the phone, and said: "Go ahead and contact the "Son of Hell's Kitchen". That guy is not short of money, but he needs to make some noise. This

What a good opportunity!

It’s up to you whether Hell’s Kitchen can have a long-term money-raising project in the future!”

Teji said happily: "We have legalized the death racing competition, and then a large number of modified car enthusiasts will have a place to go. Haha, those guys are basically rich people.

It's really cool to make their money legally, and I feel like I'm starting to transform into a CEO.

Boss, will I get paid?"

Alvin took out a coin from his pocket, put it into Teji's hand, and said: "Here, this is your salary for this year. Haha!

No matter how you do it, that's a matter for the future. Let's get the game organized quickly and let the police get rid of that idiot named Bu Shijia.

This is our Hell's Kitchen business from now on, how stupid to let a drug dealer hold the title of promoter."

Teji grinned and said somewhat obscenely: "Why don't we just kill him? The efficiency of the police has never been high."

Alvin hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said: "Don't act recklessly, that person who shows up may not be real, let the police have a headache!

You just need to run the game well and help Misty when necessary, that’s all!”

Teji nodded simply. Braga was not a big problem now, he just had a reputation. The nature of the game had completely changed.

This game now belongs to Hell's Kitchen. It doesn't matter if it's too late to get rid of him this time. Anyway, there will definitely be no next time for him!

After seeing off Teji, Alvin looked at the empty restaurant. Jessica went to the flower shop to play, and she ran out of breath and didn't know where she went. There was only the boss left in the whole restaurant, which made Alvin a little angry.

I poured myself a glass of water, took a sip, and decided to deduct their salary later.

A middle-aged man wearing a formal suit on a hot day walked into the restaurant, sat down next to Alvin, took off his hat and placed it on the bar, cocked his neck, tilted his head, and said: "Mind giving me a drink."

Liquor? 15-year-old whiskey will do, I’m not too picky!”

Alvin turned his head and glanced at this guy, resisted the urge to straighten his neck, and said: "Man, it's not business hours now. You'd better find a doctor to look at your neck. You'd better go to Chinatown to find a Chinese medicine doctor."

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You look like you have a serious neck problem!"

Demby laughed "ha" from the side!

Raymond glanced at Demby, pursed his lips and showed a perfect fake smile, and said: "I think I have to introduce myself. My name is Raymond Ledington, and I am a person who specializes in solving troubles! I

I think you must have been in trouble recently, and I am an expert in dealing with this kind of trouble!"

Alvin frowned, looked at Raymond, and said in a deep voice: "I know a son of a bitch who gives advice to big shots and troubles me is also named Raymond Ledington. I hope you are not the same person!"