Druids in Marvel

Director George looked at Alvin in confusion and said, "Do you know where such a thing can be found?"

Alvin smiled mysteriously and said: "I have an informant in Hell's Kitchen. He knows some things. I can dig that thing out of its nest very quickly."

Director George said uneasily: "If you take action, please inform me, and I will arrange police forces to cooperate with you. I know you have several good hands, especially that Frank Custer, but that kind of thing is very dangerous, and I don't want to do it."

What an accident."

When Director George mentioned Frank, his face didn't look very good. He seemed to be a guy who knew the inside story.

Alvin smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter. To deal with that kind of thing, it's useless to have more people. If my guess is true, as long as we find the right method, our little Ginny can also deal with that kind of thing."

As he spoke, Alvin pinched Ginny's little nose, and then said: "Grab that thing, I will notify you to come and visit. But you have to be prepared, they should be the kind of troublesome ones I guess."

Something.for you!”

Director George was a little confused and said, "Why are you in trouble for me? What about you?"

Alvin picked up Ginny, held him around in the sky, and said meaningfully: "Because I can kill that thing no matter how many times it comes, but for you~~ remind you, that thing may have already

It has existed for many years and has a large ethnic group, but why don’t you know anything?”

Director George took a breath, hammered the table, and cursed in a low voice: "S.H.I.E.L.D., those sons of bitches, must know something, but they don't dare to tell me." After speaking, he looked at Al with a somewhat depressed look.

Wen, "Your guess may not be right, right?"

Alvin shrugged and said, "Yes, that's why I want to verify it myself. If there is such a thing, then Hell's Kitchen is their grave."

Director George is a determined guy, maybe because Alvin said it was easy, and he also said that it is not difficult to deal with that thing if you find a way. Although there may be big trouble in the future, he still chose to give it to him at the moment.

Get yourself a beer.

Alvin handed the beer to Director George and asked with some anxiety: "George, my man, what did we talk about yesterday, how are you thinking about your daughter?"

George, who was drinking beer, looked sideways at Alvin and said in a weird voice: "I just remembered after I went back yesterday that the Nobel Prize in Mathematics does not exist. Man, you have to look it up. That professor you are talking about,

Did you falsify your resume?"

Alvin scratched his scalp in embarrassment. This is the disadvantage of not going to school. Bragging can be easily exposed. But seeing how confused Jessica looked when she heard Nobel, Alvin felt a little more balanced.

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"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, this matter is over. I invite you and your wife to come to our school for a visit. What? My daughter coming too? That's not necessary! The children just need to go to school with peace of mind. I'll leave it to you to choose the school."

Parents are the best arrangement." Alvin encouraged Director George.

Director George is a little moved. The conditions Alvin mentioned before are very attractive to a father with a beautiful daughter. After all, he can't watch his daughter every day. There are too many bad boys nowadays.

After thinking about it, George said: "Then wait until this matter passes, and I will arrange time to go over and have a look. Man, I hope what you said is true!"

Alvin patted his chest and promised: "Believe me, no parent can refuse my school after visiting it. It will be the cradle of the Ivy League."

"I hope so!" Director George drank the beer in his glass in one gulp, said goodbye and left the restaurant.

Looking at the director who drove away after drinking, Alvin snorted with disdain. You bastard who knows the law and breaks the law. I will report your name next time you violate the rules. If you don't solve it for me, I will report you.

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Late at night, in the lobby of the Peace Hotel, Alvin and JJ were sorting out some equipment.

Alvin held a shotgun-turned-net gun and said, "Is this thing strong?"

The excited JJ was stuffing rifle magazines into his body. When he heard Alvin's question, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, boss, as long as this thing is caught in the net, the elephant can't break free."

Seeing his excitement, Alvin thought for a moment and thought about what he might encounter. He pulled off all the weapons on JJ's body and handed him an old-fashioned Remington shotgun and a

A 1911 pistol produced by Old Springfield.

"If you don't catch it, just use this to do it." After saying that, without further explanation, he hung a Glock 17 pistol on his waist.

These guns have been modified by Alvin and are inlaid with the rune "Ed", which will cause huge damage to undead creatures and is considered to be the right medicine. What? Use silver bullets? That's what the rich people do, Alvin

I definitely don’t have that kind of money, but I have a cheat, right?

However, you can bring silver-plated knives. The depressed JJ obeyed the boss's instructions and brought a silver-plated table knife that was only as long as his palm and as wide as his fingers. He still remembered that this was a gift from old Kent. He used to

He specializes in selling stolen goods for others. After he quit, all the good tableware was given to Alvin.

When everything was ready, Alvin went upstairs to look at his sleeping daughter, kissed her on the top of her head, and tucked her in the quilt. He looked at Nick again. This kid could kick the quilt away with one leg. He will definitely do it in the future.

Promising.

Looking at Jessica's closed door, Alvin shook his head with a smile and went downstairs to meet JJ and go out.

Next to the old pickup truck, Frank, fully armed, leaned against the passenger door. He said impatiently: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you so slow?"

Brother, did I let you come? Alvin complained in his heart, but he felt very at ease. This is the feeling of a family. I don't ask you what the matter is. If you go to fight, I will copy the guy and accompany you to fuck him.

Alvin looked at Frank's equipment, two FN SCAR automatic rifles, two special-shaped short rifles, two pistols, and the tactical vest was full of magazines.

He hammered JJ, whose eyes were full of envy, and said to Frank: "Brother, this is not Iraq, and we are not going to fight. We are just going to fight a small animal. There is no need to go to such a big fight!"

Frank looked at Alvin and his equipment, and then at his own. He thought it was a bit excessive, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Take it with you. You can put it in the car if you don't need it."

JJ on the side nodded desperately, looking at Frank's equipment and drooling. What did he use? An old Remington. It looked like a second-hand 1911. He was looking at Frank.

Alvin smiled and nodded, let him go, and went back to the basement of the restaurant. When he came back, he threw Frank a Remington similar to JJ's and said, "Your gun is not good for those small animals."

It must be useful, take this."

Frank fiddled with the shotgun and did not question Alvin's judgment. He nodded and said that he understood.

JJ drove, and Alvin sat in the passenger seat to guide the way. Frank sat in the back seat and took off the gun, leaving only a Colt 1911 on his waist. He fired the bullets from the Remington shotgun one by one.

Enter the magazine.

Alvin stretched his hand out of the window, knocked on the roof of the car rhythmically a few times, and said: "Let's go."