Druids in Marvel

Coulson stood at the SHIELD surveillance point in the apartment across from Alvin's restaurant.

Holding his nose and looking around, Coulson complained helplessly: "Guys, do you feel good living in a garbage dump every day?"

A fat, middle-aged S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stuffed a piece of potato chips into his mouth, chewed them loudly, and said nonchalantly: "Sir, we can't find cleaning staff here, there are only two of us.

Who has time to clean when you have to take turns staring at the monitor every day?

You should go take a look at the FBI surveillance point next door. There is only one person there. I think it is already a pigsty. Our place is much better!"

Another young white agent in pajamas, holding a cup of coffee and complaining to Coulson: "Sir, when can we be transferred? I'm going crazy here. Everyone here knows who we are,

When we go to buy a bottle of Coke, it's a little more fucking expensive than others.

What's the point of staring at the door of the restaurant opposite every day?

If Alvin really does something big, we'll know it by watching the news. It's useless to stare at his door here. A monitor can do a great job!"

Coulson looked at these two unlucky colleagues with some embarrassment. Monitoring Alvin was indeed a very boring task. Alvin was here almost every day, and he rarely did anything bad. Two agents were placed here to watch him every day.

It’s really hard to live happily!

If Alvin was a super villain, Coulson could still cheer them up with a sense of mission, but Alvin was a truly good person in a sense. This made Coulson's words of encouragement a bit hard to say.

The experienced Coulson changed the topic and said: "Is there anything strange here recently? I mean things related to Alvin."

The two agents looked at each other and knew that it was impossible to transfer him. The fat agent took another bite of the hot dog and said, "I gained 15 kilograms while working here. Isn't that weird?"

After taking a look at Colson's somewhat ugly face, the fat white agent sighed and said, "A dozen people died on several nearby streets the night before yesterday. Bill went to check and it seemed that all of the dead were our colleagues.

.

I asked the unfortunate man next door, and he said that he was not from the FBI, and that the CIA had no authority to do these things in the United States. The people from the Department of Homeland Security would not trouble Alvin, and they even wanted to give Alvin some trouble.

Give out medals!

I can only guess that there are some outside professionals who want to cause trouble for Alvin, but as a result, they are gone!"

Coulson looked at the fat agent in surprise and asked angrily: "Harvey, you should report it, these things are very important!"

The fat white agent Harvey glanced at Coulson and asked nonchalantly: "We have been here for half a year. In the past, whenever there was a situation around here, we would report it to the superiors, but who has ever paid attention to us?

We gave a briefing on what happened the day before yesterday, and it seems that none of you care. Sir, what exactly do you want to do?"

Colson did not expect that he would be defeated by the fat white agent at this surveillance point. He said with some embarrassment: "Harvey, the work here is very important! You have been monitoring Alvin for almost half a year, you should know how dangerous he is!

"

Harvey waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Come on! Sir, I know this is work, and I will do my job well.

To be honest, Alvin is not dangerous at all. He is safer than those rich young men who love racing. As long as no one gives him trouble!

We have monitored many targets, and none of them lived as easily and comfortably as Alvin did when they knew they were being monitored.

There are no secrets at the Peace Hotel, or this Alvin would never do anything shameful. He doesn’t care about us at all!

Sometimes I even feel that I am not as noble as him, because we live like rats in the sewer. Oh no, there is really a big rat. Russell even issued him an ID card. He lives better than us.

Be nice!"

Coulson glanced at the two agents in front of him seriously, turned around, held down his headset, and said in a deep voice: "Hell's Kitchen Lookout Agents Harvey and Bill are suspected of having mental problems. We are sending two people here."

.”

Harvey winked at Bill proudly, celebrating that he was about to escape from this damn place.

Before Bill could react, Colson turned around and said to Harvey with a smile: "Brother, try a different approach next time. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as me!"

Harvey laughed, spread his hands, and said, "What I said is actually true. I think we are wasting our time here.

Becoming his friend and calling him when something happens is much better than what we are doing now."

Coulson glanced at the restaurant door on the monitor with a wry smile and said, "Yes, this is what I will do next. This is the most difficult task in my life!"

As he said that, Coulson turned to Bill and said: "Show me the results of your investigation that day. I want to know where those dead guys came from? These things are very important! Do you know who did it?

?”

Harvey spread his hands and said: "We photographed a cook, a supermarket owner, and an unemployed person outside the restaurant that night. I guess it was them. They are all our neighbors. Do we need to call the police?"

Coulson knew who Harvey was talking about, and he could only sigh. He had reminded Nick Fury before that Alvin was never bait, he was a big shark. He rarely asked others why they were looking for it.

His trouble is that the big shark always has the habit of chewing first before considering the taste!

Coulson's current responsibility is to stay next to the big shark and carefully persuade the big shark to see clearly before chewing the troublesome things so that they can pick up some valuable leftovers.

To a certain extent, Coulson is the savior of those who are hiding under the water and may come to trouble Alvin! Because Coulson must at least have a neat body to find clues.

………………

While Alvin was drinking with Dr. Ethan, he grabbed the little turtles who wanted to run away.

Looking at the somewhat panicked Michelangelo, Alvin smiled and said, "You little bastard, if I find you looking for Nick again in the middle of the night, I will buy a big pot and come back to stew turtle soup."

Michelangelo's green bean-sized eyes were as big as peanuts, he grinned widely, looked at Alvin somewhat unhappily, and said: "Nick is my friend, I just came to play with him!"

Alvin glanced at Michelangelo impatiently and said, "Yes, let's have some fun, but not in the middle of the night! Look at Nick's recent transcript. Will you take the exam for him?"

As he spoke, Alvin didn't want to pay attention to the little bastard Michelangelo, and turned to Donatello and asked: "How is Kevin's investigation going? Have you found those people?"

Donatello spread his hands and said: "We found it. Kevin is comparing the information to find the location of those people. His method is not legal and it may take a few days."

Alvin nodded and said: "That's good. If you find your opponent, let me know. I will teach them a lesson they will never forget. Don't act rashly. If they dare to kidnap you, they will definitely have a way to deal with you.

"

As he spoke, Alvin waved his hand and signaled these little turtles to go home and sleep. These energetic little bastards had broken into his restaurant many times late at night. The "hostage" game console hanging on the wall made Thor

I slept a lot less with Dom.

Watching the little turtles scurried into the basement, there was a newly opened underground passage for them to pick up and drop off little Ginny.

Alvin smiled and had a drink with Dr. Ethan, and said, "How long has it been since you came to the restaurant to drink? What can you do for a poor guy?"

Dr. Ethan spread his hands helplessly and said: "Professor Cage recently asked me to take over as a substitute teacher. Oh my god, a Nobel nominee put down his research and taught natural science in a community school.

Alvin, you have to find a way for me. Old Cage now dislikes everyone in the "basement" and calls us moths. How long has Kate Caldway just been here? He drove him to teach history.

I can’t stand it anymore! You have to help me! My research didn’t cost the school much money, I found a lot of things myself!”

At this moment, Alvin was completely in admiration for that old guy Cage. Who else in the whole school could do this except him? Nelson, the vice principal, was several levels behind.

Alvin laughed loudly and patted Dr. Ethan's arm, and said: "Don't worry, I will tell you, but you may have to wait. In the words of our Chinese country, we will wait for the limelight to pass before we think of a solution.

That old guy Cage has no mercy at all! Haha!"

Dr. Ethan worriedly drank a sip of whiskey for himself, opened the suitcase he brought, took out a pair of leather gloves and handed them to Alvin, smiling and saying: "This is an unexpected result of my recent research.

, you can try it first, it’s very interesting! It may not be useful to you, but it will definitely be useful to Frank and JJ.”

Alvin picked up the glove curiously, looked around, and at Dr. Ethan's signal, put the glove on his hand.

Alvin curiously opened the fingers of his palm and said to Dr. Ethan: "What's so special about this? This thing doesn't even look like cowhide!"

Dr. Ethan rolled his eyes, glared at Alvin, and said, "Clench your fist and give it a try."

Alvin clenched his fists curiously, and then discovered that the gloves had become very hard, and the gloved hands were like a pair of hammers. When the finger muscles relaxed, the gloves returned to their original softness.

Seeing Dr. Ethan looking at him expectantly, Alvin shrugged his shoulders in confusion and said, "What's wrong with you? You want me to applaud you? I don't see the use of this thing.

If you use them to hit people, they are definitely not as effective as real hammers."

Dr. Ethan sighed, saying that he couldn't go around in circles with Alvin, a scientific blind man. He could only say impatiently: "Hurry up and take this thing to Stark and see how much money he is willing to pay for this invention?

This is the best material for combat uniforms. In addition to instant hardening, it has many functions. Even if I tell you, you don’t understand. Hurry up and sell it for me. I need money for my research now.

When I have money, I can let those guys throw the combat uniforms sent by Osborne into the trash can. Hell's Kitchen has its own good stuff! The Osborne Group is nothing!"

Alvin looked at the somewhat competitive Dr. Ethan with both emotion and amusement. He now truly regarded himself as a member of Hell's Kitchen.

After picking up the wine glass and toasting Dr. Ethan, Alvin said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Dr. Ethan accepted Alvin's thanks unceremoniously, drank a glass of whiskey in one gulp, sighed longly, and said: "I like here, the school here, the neighbors here, and those unlucky children. Alvin

Wen, don’t let this place deteriorate!”

As he spoke, Dr. Ethan put down his wine glass, glanced at the door of the restaurant, and said with some worry: "Ivan has been out for a few days. It is said that he went to help a friend of his. I suggest you give him a call.

He seems to be in trouble!"