Druids in Marvel

Alvin knew who Matt was, the famous Daredevil in Marvel. He wore a red and black suit and shuttled through the streets of Hell's Kitchen every night, fighting crime and protecting the safety of ordinary people.

In the comics, this is a strong, smart, and almost omnipotent superhero. But Alvin knows that in reality, he is a paranoid man covered in scars.

As a native Hell's Kitchen resident, Matt is paranoid about changing the current situation of Hell's Kitchen. He believes that it is the numerous gangs and endless crime that have turned Hell's Kitchen into the desperate place it is now.

He wanted to change the environment of Hell's Kitchen by fighting crime and gang transactions, but he didn't know that everything he did was in vain, and gangs and crime would never disappear.

In Alvin's opinion, he is just an ordinary person with very good skills. Maybe he also has a power that can be called super hearing. But in the face of gangsters who are eager to jump over the wall, he often cannot completely gain the upper hand and is injured.

It's inevitable.

But Alvin admires Matt's personality and spirit. A guy who only cares about the safety of others is worthy of admiration no matter what!

Alvin felt a little ashamed and apologized to Matt: "I'm sorry, Matt, you know that Kingpin and I have reached an agreement not to interfere in the affairs of other neighborhoods."

After hearing this, Matt smiled helplessly, looking particularly helpless, and said a little dazedly: "Alvin, we all want Hell's Kitchen to change for the better, why have you changed three blocks, but I haven't changed anything?

.People in other neighborhoods are still being robbed and killed.

But I can't do anything. Sometimes I hate my ability, which allows me to hear strangers calling for help every night. I try hard, but I can't help everyone, and I don't know what to do."

Alvin poured him another glass of beer, added two small glasses of whiskey, and placed it in front of him. He tapped the glass to signal him to drink.

Alvin continued: "Matt, changing the environment of a place is never a matter of one person. Do you know why the first condition I made to SHIELD was to improve the equipment of the police station?"

Without Matt's need to answer, Alvin continued: "This way, people like Michael and Scott will dare to patrol the streets at night. Not all criminals are so crazy that they dare to attack the police. As long as there are police patrols on the streets, the security of Hell's Kitchen

There will be improvement.”

Matt silently raised his glass, took a big sip of wine, and said, "But there are always people getting hurt again, and I can't do anything about it." As he spoke, Matt took off his sunglasses, and his gray-white eyes seemed to have no pupils.

He rubbed his cheeks hard, looking extremely helpless.

After hearing what Matt said, Alvin was a little angry and said helplessly: "You are not God, and God cannot save everyone. Matt, you have to relax yourself.

We all want to make this a better place, and we need to work together. Man, instead of going out every day to serve as vigilantes, why not help real police officers so they can get back to their jobs.

Man, I will talk to Kingpin and ask him to restrain his men and stop making trouble for ordinary people. You should not go looking for trouble with him, it will only hurt yourself.

And having a guy who can restrain the gang is much better than the chaos of Hell's Kitchen no matter what."

Matt drank the remaining beer in one gulp and said angrily: "Then let Kingpin get away with it?"

Alvin explained helplessly: "The Kingpin is not terrible, and the current situation in Hell's Kitchen was not caused by the Kingpin.

It's very easy to kill him, but what happens after you kill him? With hundreds of gangs, big and small, out of control, what will Hell's Kitchen look like?

As long as Kingpin is still here, there will at least be a little bit of order here, even if it's underground order."

Matt lay on the bar, helpless and confused, as if he was about to be crushed, and said softly: "Alvin, I don't know if what you said is right, but at least the effect you did is much better than mine.

But that doesn’t mean I will give up what I am doing, I will continue until I really can’t do anything else.”

Alvin knew that when he said he was powerless, he meant until his death. Alvin respected him, so he would not stop him from using his actions to fulfill his ideal of "making the community a better place."

Alvin patted him on the shoulder and said, "I support you, but you must at least give yourself a break once in a while." After saying that, Matt signaled that Matt was having a drink, and this time Alvin replaced it with whiskey.

Soon Matt was completely drunk. While Fudge was bragging and chatting at the stall, a small red vine dug into Matt's calf, and a red energy flowed into Matt's body along the vine.

That is the ability of the corpse-eating vine, which swallows corpses and transforms them into life force.

Alvin calculated the time. When the input energy was enough to completely restore Matt's injured body, Alvin recalled the corpse vine.

As if nothing had happened, he got himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. Looking at Matt who was sleeping with a rosy face, Alvin murmured to himself: "For the noble personality! For the persistent efforts! Cheers!"

The joyful atmosphere lasted until 12 o'clock at night, and ended with the closing of the restaurant. After Alvin arranged for JJ to send Matt and Fudge home, he returned to the bedroom on the second floor. He first checked on Little Nick and found that he had already

As he fell asleep, Alvin tucked him in with a smile, turned off the light for him, and walked out.

He turned around and found Jessica, leaning against the wall of the corridor, looking at him. Alvin touched his cheek and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything dirty?"

Jessica looked at Alvin's face with a shy and admiring look, which made Alvin a little uncomfortable. In his previous life, he was a thirty-five-year-old man, but in this life, he was stared at by a nineteen-year-old girl.

I was at a loss, this was too inappropriate. So I joked, "Jesse, did you leave anything here for me?"

Jessica shook her head in confusion.

Alvin pretended to be disappointed and sighed, "Hey, I thought our Jesse had left his heart with me and was waiting here to go back."

Jessica's face began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, so red that Alvin began to worry that she would burn.

The embarrassed Jessica stomped her foot hard, making a "click" sound. The floor of the wooden corridor on the second floor was stamped with a hole. Her entire right leg sank into the hole. Because she lost her balance, her upper body naturally leaned back.

, making the originally not very tall breasts appear smaller.

Both of them were stunned. Alvin swore that he was shocked that his house was so unsound, and he definitely didn't mean to laugh at Jessica's embarrassment.

Jessica's face turned from red to white, and the blood on her face receded almost instantly. Thinking of her current appearance, one leg was sunk under the floor and the other was on the floor.

Jessica could imagine how embarrassed she was. She didn't dare to look at Alvin's expression. She put her hands on the ground and pulled her legs out of the floor. Because of the force, one of her trouser legs was completely torn, exposing her long white legs.

Legs, and at the same time, a piece of the floor flew away.

Jessica covered her face and screamed in despair, then rushed into her room and slammed the door. Because of the force, the entire door and the door frame flew out and hit the opposite wall.

Alvin looked at the house that needed major repairs and complained secretly. He was a bitch and had nothing to do with teasing Jessica, especially since he was a very strong and shy girl. No, tomorrow will be busy again

day.

Alvin walked to the door and took a glance. Jessica was lying on the bed, burying her head under the pillow, and screamed in annoyance. Not to provoke a woman at this time, this comes from the experience of a married man.

He held up the door, pushed back the door frame, and rushed Nick, who had heard the noise and got up to eavesdrop, back to bed. He also returned to the room, ready to have a good sleep and end this busy day.