Druids in Marvel

That night, the three vampires were packed and sent to the Stark Group's secret laboratory.

After vomiting, Stark was extremely clear-headed and already had several good ideas for weapons against vampires. He needed some test objects to verify the effectiveness of his weapons.

Director George was extremely satisfied with the final result of the matter. In his best imagination, it did not go so smoothly. He went back happily to prepare to organize a team specifically to deal with vampires. Of course, he had to go to Washington first to open that one. He didn't know what it was about.

s meeting.

Alvin didn't rest for the next few days. He was not a savior and could not rush to the vampire's home alone to kill them all.

But Alvin is a man of action. I can't solve the vampires in the entire New York, but I can keep the entire Hell's Kitchen clean and protect my family, children, and school students from the threat of vampires.

With the reference of real objects, Ghost Wolf can easily smell the smell of vampires. During the day, he led Ghost Wolf, searching street after street, pulling out the vampires hiding in the dark places to bask in the sun, and treat them

There is no difficulty at all.

When Alvin took the three ghost wolves of "Athens", "Rome" and "Sparta" and set foot on the first street outside his neighborhood, the entire Hell's Kitchen seemed to be poured into a pan of oil with clean water.

Rolling and boiling.

The big and small gangsters in Hell's Kitchen began to tell each other and became nervously on guard. Everyone in Hell's Kitchen knew that although Alvin was the boss of the three blocks, he hated gangsters.

If Alvin wants to expand his territory, many gangs may bleed and disappear, just like the 25th Street. No one knows where all the original gang members have gone.

Alvin stood at the intersection of 27th Street and looked not far ahead. A dozen cars blocked the entire street. About 20 guys who looked more like workers than gangsters were holding guns. In the car

He looked around evasively from behind.

A phone call came through. Alvin looked at these people funny. It was rare for gangsters to be so timid. He answered the phone.

"This is Alvin, who are you!"

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"Yes, I'm standing at the intersection of 27th Street now. Do you have any questions? Kingpin!"

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"Oh~ yes, we have an agreement, but so what? Just because we have an agreement, I should stand here and wait for you, a son of a bitch, to come over? Hmm~"

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"Well, you had to tell me earlier that you were calling me as a school director, and I wouldn't be so rude. Then I'll wait for you for a while, and you'd better call over everyone you can talk to in Hell's Kitchen.

I can do a magic trick for you."

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"OK OK, I'm not a gangster, and I have no interest in your so-called territory. Mr. School Director, today's matter has nothing to do with territory, I promise."

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After hanging up the phone, a short, fat, bald Irishman with a rosy nose came trotting over.

Alvin knew him, the boss of this street, his name was Clark Gable. One-third of the counterfeit shoes in New York were sold through his hands.

Although his appearance ruined such a good name, he was not a bad person. At least Alvin had never heard of him doing anything particularly harmful.

Clark trotted up to Alvin, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully invited Alvin to an Irish bar.

The bar was not open yet, so Clark sent him away. The bar owner, who was also panicked, personally brought Alvin a cup of coffee.

Alvin smiled and looked at Clark, who was standing aside like a waiter, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Gable, I'm not here to cause trouble today. Please sit down, we still have time to chat.

, and maybe we can do some business.”

Clark was stunned for a moment. He was actually a businessman, but companies selling fake goods were illegal in the United States, so he led a group of guys who were more like factory security guards than gangsters and set up shop on 27th Street.

Rooted.

In fact, Clark didn't hate Alvin. Sometimes he wished that there was a giant wolf wandering on his street. This way he could save a lot of money on raising thugs.

Driven by the businessman's instinct, Clark asked: "I wonder if Boss Alvin has any good business, come and take care of me."

Alvin rubbed his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Clark, you know community schools, right?" Seeing Clark nod, he then said: "Our children don't have suitable school uniforms yet, which is very detrimental to the establishment of our school."

Image. You are in the clothing, shoes and hats business, so you should understand that this is a good deal."

What’s not to understand? This is such a good deal. There are more than a thousand and nearly two thousand children in a school, and the school uniforms are divided into winter and summer every year, with two pieces in each set, and they are changed once a year.

Everyone knows that Boss Alvin is a fair person. How is this talking about business? This is giving away money!

Clark excitedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and without asking what price Alvin would give him, he decided to continue the business even if he suffered a small loss.

But the school uniform must be branded "Gable". If the school teacher needs it, I can also make a suit. And I have never heard of Alvin letting anyone suffer in business. The guy who sent materials to his restaurant every

You can get cash every time.

"Tomorrow, Boss Alvin, tomorrow I will bring samples to your store to find you. As long as there are styles in the world, I have them all here.

My second son is in the 7th grade at the school. He is the defensive end of the school football team. I sponsor the clothes and shoes of the school football team. You can rest assured that I will give you the best materials."

Alvin nodded with a smile. He had some mature thoughts about the appearance of the school uniform, that is, the students might not like it too much.

Without talking, Alvin waited with peace of mind for Kingpin to come over. He had to kill two vampires in front of them in order to dispel the doubts of these country bumpkin gangs and allow him to roam around their territory with the big dog with peace of mind.

Soon the door of the bar was pushed open, and a large group of people walked in noisily. The leader was a fat black man who was two meters tall and weighed more than 150 kilograms.

The last time such a neat gathering of gang bosses was during the last community school "principal election".

Kingpin wore a golden suit with a green shirt underneath. His shiny bald head looked like it had just been waxed, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the door. Surprisingly, this New York underground boss looked surprisingly honest.

, big eyes, big nose, thick lips, if he changes into work clothes, he looks more like a simple and honest farmer, rather than a gang boss.

Jin Bin was holding a walking stick with a large gem inlaid on the top. It looked very impressive. He waved his hand and told the people behind him to spread out and sit down.

Taking heavy steps, the floor of the bar creaked loudly. Kingpin, who was like a beast, ignored the protest of the poor chair and sat on it. He looked at Alvin silently and waited to see if he could

say something?

He is afraid of Alvin because he knows that Alvin has some strange abilities that can kill him at any time. But he can't back down. He is the underground boss of this city. If he backs down, other ambitious gangs will

Like sharks smelling the smell of blood, they pounce on him and eat him clean.

In fact, Alvin admired Kingpin very much, this guy who stepped on the corpses and blood of his opponents all the way from Hell's Kitchen to climb to the position of an underground boss in New York. He always knew what he should do, no matter what the consequences.

Just like now, even if he knows that offending Alvin will not lead to good results, he will still sit in front of Alvin and negotiate with him. Because losing his status is more terrifying to him than losing his life!

Maybe this is the characteristic of successful people from Hell's Kitchen. I may be bad, but I have strong bones!