Druids in Marvel

Alvin raised his eyebrows and looked at the angry Dr. Ethan, then glanced at Frank next to him and said: "I think he is pretty good, or is this my illusion? This guy doesn't look so "professional"!"

Frank stared at the phone in Ethan Hunter's hand, listening to the incredible exclamation inside, "Where? Where did you say you were?"

Hell's Kitchen? Community School? Alvin?

FUCK! Are all those people eating shit?"

Frank looked at Alvin and said with a smile: "It seems that you are very intimidating! It's a pity that these intimidating powers are only limited to these so-called high-level officials with bad minds.

I think a lot of people will die today!"

Alvin shook his head, walked to Ethan Hunter, picked up the phone from his hand, and said into it: "I think you can go eat shit! You have caused a lot of trouble for me.

How do you think I should deal with these troubles?

Will I get out of trouble by making your fucking plans public?"

Alan on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and asked carefully: "Who are you?"

Alvin glanced at the frustrated Ethan Hunter and said with a smile: "Me? Didn't you just say that?

Hell's Kitchen, Community School, Alvin.

I am that Alvin!"

Alan on the phone was silent for a few seconds and said: "We made a mistake in this matter. I will arrange for our people to leave there, but there is nothing I can do about the others~~

I suggest you give Ethan Hunter that battery to take away, and we will make plans again.

You know, we don’t have any intention against you!”

Alvin glanced at Ethan Hunter's rotten butt, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "I think this agent Ethan Hunter may not be able to complete your mission.

You should think of a better way, otherwise I will find your agents from the door of my school and stuff them into a trash can."

The sound of Alan Hulien gritting his teeth was heard on the phone, and then he said in a muffled voice: "Let's talk straight! Principal Alvin, what do you want? To allow our plan to proceed and keep it secret for us?"

Alvin glanced at Dr. Ethan and saw that he raised an index finger. Then Alvin said into the phone: "I want one kilogram of metal "iridium"."

After hearing the numbers Alvin revealed, Dr. Ethan grabbed his hair in distress, stretched out his index finger, and tried to make gestures with his mouth, "One hundred grams, one hundred grams!"

Alan Hulien on the other end of the phone made an air-conditioning sound and said incredulously: "That's impossible~~ There is not even one kilogram of metal "iridium" in the entire United States."

Alvin shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "That means we can't reach an agreement, right? Goodbye!"

After saying that, Alvin hung up the phone, looked at Dr. Ethan who was a little anxious, and said with a smile: "We have to have a better understanding next time. I don't have a unit of measurement as small as "gram" here."

Dr. Ethan sighed, shook his head and said with a smile: "This thing is very good. I can basically restore its production principle, but without "iridium", this thing is a waste. Whoever produces this thing is manufacturing it.

An uncontrollable ‘nuclear bomb’.”

Alvin can see that Dr. Ethan likes this battery very much, and he has worked hard for his super combat suit. Otherwise, how could this normally well-educated scholar do what he did to encourage Alvin to blackmail the CIA?

matter?

Alvin shook the phone in his hand and said with a smile: "I think we can wait, maybe he will change his mind."

Ethan Hunter supported his body with his arms, raised his head hard and looked at Alvin, and said: "If Alan Hulien agrees to your conditions, will you really give him the battery? Many people will die~~"

Alvin glanced at the agent who seemed to be too emotional, took out the ordinary AA battery, and said with a smile: "You said this? Why not?

Now those people outside the school want it, so give it to them, and when they are done you can clean up the mess, how great! Those people outside now are definitely not good people."

Ethan Hunter was a little confused. He looked at the AA battery in Alvin's hand and asked: "But this is a fake. When they find out that it is a fake, they will still come back to trouble you. And the CIA's Iran plan

It was a miscarriage!”

Alvin laughed and said: "Your fucking Iran plan is a joke. I don't think it is a good thing to let some people master uncontrollable "nuclear bomb" technology.

You want to blow up other people's nuclear laboratories, why don't you send a few fighter jets there instead of handing over this kind of technology that shouldn't exist?

I guess you can't find where their laboratory is at all, so you have such a stupid plan, hoping that the Iranians will blow themselves up into the sky.

But what if their laboratory is in a city? What if it is not in their country at all, but in a laboratory anywhere in Europe, America, or Asia?"

As he spoke, Alvin patted Ethan Hunt on the shoulder, shook the AA battery in his hand, and said with a smile: "Use it to fulfill at least part of your ideas. I don't like those arms dealers either.

So, you see, I am a considerate person! I won’t make it too difficult for you!

As for the trouble coming to me, um~~why?

A CIA agent took away this "super battery", causing a scuffle between all parties, and then used this thing to lure those damn arms dealers to a remote place. Finally, there was a big explosion and the battery was gone~~

What a great script, I will have to write it down when I go back, maybe I can try my hand at being a writer in the United States."

Ethan Hunt glanced at his butt with a wry smile and said, "Then it looks like I am the unlucky agent, right?"

Alvin glanced at Frank, who looked unhappy, and said, "Unless you want to reject me. This will make my impression of you worse.

Our Director of Correctional Services will advise you to change your mind."

Ethan Hunt glanced at Frank's eyes, looked back at his butt in distress, and said: "As long as I promise you, I will betray the CIA, and that "church" will find me, take out my intestines and hang me

On my neck.

But you're right, I can't watch them do stupid things and push innocent people to death."

As he spoke, Ethan Hunt glanced at Frank and said softly: "Although they don't look scared at all."

Alvin smiled and patted Ethan Hunt on the shoulder and said: "Yes, you made me like you!

Because you don't look "agent" at all.

Don't worry about "Church", although I'm not familiar with him, but if you ask him to be gentle to you, he should give me face!"

Ethan Hunter's face was so bitter that it was about to drip. He moved with difficulty, looked at Alvin and said: "Then we need a plan! I also need the cooperation of some manpower.

The most important thing is that I can't start working until my butt gets better and at least allows me to concentrate on driving."

Alvin laughed and said: "Don't worry! I'm waiting for your Alan Hulien to call me. I will get what I want, and what you said will be true.

If they reject me, I will put them on TV and they will sell "nuclear bombs" within the borders of the United States. Ha~~ This will put these sons of bitches out of work.

And I guess the end of these people who do bad things usually doesn’t end well!”

Ethan Hunter looked at Alvin with some surprise and said, "If you say that, I believe Alan will call you.

It's just that after the incident is over, you will be on the CIA's blacklist, and they will remember you!

It’s not a good thing to be noticed by someone from the CIA!”

Alvin waved his hand indifferently and said, "What does it matter if some people with no future remember me?"

Ethan Hunt looked at Alvin with some confusion and said, "You just said you would make a deal with them."

Alvin smiled, spread his hands, and said, "But I didn't say I wouldn't report them after the transaction is completed!"

As he spoke, Alvin pointed to a surveillance camera in the corner and said with a smile: "You are an agent. I guess you should know that there are recordings and images there. I will send him to several TV stations after the matter is over!

Seeing that you are pretty good, I will let someone put a mosaic on your face!"

Ethan Hunt held his head in disbelief and said in pain: "So you have never thought about cooperation? No matter whether they agree to your conditions or not, they are all finished?

So what else do you want me to plan?"

Alvin laughed, patted Ethan Hunter on the shoulder, and said: "Look away, someone must help take the "battery" out and divert everyone's attention away from the school.

We will at least help you complete 30% of your tasks. You see, the world needs people who are brave enough to sacrifice, and the people from the CIA who formulated this fucking plan are very suitable."

As he spoke, Alvin said in the same tone as Alan just now: "This is a necessary sacrifice!

If you can't make Principal Alvin happy, you can't even accomplish 30% of the task!"

………………

On the street outside the community school, a black van was parked on the roadside.

Senior CIA agent Peter Devereaux, wearing a smart three-piece suit and holding two cups of coffee in his hand, walked to the back of the van, opened the door and walked in.

A young and capable young man greeted Devereaux with a smile and said, "You don't look too good. What's wrong? This matter shouldn't be too difficult.

We just need to stop the woman as she drives out, find the battery, and return it to Fitzgerald.

Why do you look a little nervous?"

Devereux handed the coffee in his hand to the young man, looked at his young face, shook his head, and said: "Mason, do you know where that school is?"

Mason frowned, looked at Devereaux, and said uncertainly: "Hell's Kitchen Community School, what's wrong?"

Devereaux pointed to the monitor above his head and said: "Manhattan Tomahawk is the principal of this school. There are also several figures who were in the limelight during the Battle of Manhattan."

Mason looked at Devereux in surprise and said, "This is impossible! I just read the information. The principal of this school is named Nelson.

Manhattan Tomahawk~~How is this possible? He is my idol!"

Devereaux shook his head, moved his right index finger around the car, and said, "Do you know how many people nearby are staring at that woman?

I just walked around and there were at least four groups of people waiting around. How did they find this place?

Something is wrong! I guess there is something wrong within us, Mason, listen to me, don’t be impulsive!”