Druid in Marvel

Alvin left Calvin Johnson in front of him, and then he called Colson...

Since Calvin Johnson must have been kidnapped by S.H.I.E.L.D., his wife and daughter, the matter should be left to Coulson.

This man needs an answer, and as a "retired" member of SHIELD, Coulson has an obligation to give him an answer...

As for what will happen between them, that's not what Alvin cares about. Today is the big day of the Mutant Guild. The most important thing is that everyone goes in happily to get a certificate...

When Alvin returned to the entrance of the union, Eddie Brock was setting up a camera to capture today's grand event, but today was a little different...

John Witkey stood in front of the camera...

"The registration process is not allowed to be made public. We need to ensure the privacy of those mutants..."

As he spoke, John Witkey glanced at some of the mutants who were as excited as if they were celebrating a festival. He said a little awkwardly: "It is their business to accept interviews after walking out of this street, but any electronic All devices will be banned..."

Eddie Brock looked at the digital camera in his hand that was suddenly covered with snowflakes. He shook his head and looked helplessly at John Witkey and said, "Man, you win!

Is this an order from Principal Alvin? I think those mutants wish they could be famous..."

John Wicker spread his hands and said in a deep voice: "This is the union's request. As for those guys..."

As he spoke, John Witkey glanced at a punk youth whose eyes turned purple and his body was covered with strange patterns when he was excited. He said a little helplessly: "Anyway, just let them do whatever they want after you get out of here..."

When Alvin led Calvin Johnson to the door of the union, there was already a long line here...

The scene that was extremely lively just now became quiet the moment Alvin arrived...

Looking at the hundreds of mutants who came to register, some of them are no different from ordinary people, while others have various strange mutations on their bodies...

Among these obviously mutated guys, there are two types of people, one is depressed and the other is cheerful and seems to be celebrating a festival...

Looking at the guys who were excited just now, as if they were having a party, Alvin smiled, waved his hand, and shouted: "Don't be like this, I'm not a beast, I have to show my happiness..."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at the other people who were a little anxious and said with a smile: "Don't worry about safety, no one here will hurt you, your identity will be kept secret after you leave here.

Of course, some people can't hide it at all, so you should be happier!

Because no matter how you are, life will always go on..."

Jim Dean, the band's frontman who asked Alvin for his autograph that day at the Manhattan police station, burst out of the Witcher Bar next door.

He squeezed into the team of mutants with two bottles of whiskey. After noticing that the atmosphere was a bit abnormal, the punk cockscomb held the whiskey in his hand high and shouted loudly: "E on! Guys, today is our big day, we You have to be happy..."

Alvin looked at the "big hearts" who were ready to start moving again, and he smiled and said: "Go, today should be a holiday...

I'll have someone open the door to the bar next door..."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at Jim Dean, who had the recipe tattooed on his arm, and he smiled and said: "I'll give you a task, buy each of these guys a drink...

The Witcher Bar, my treat..."

Seeing Jim Dean, who usually hangs out in the bar, re-heating the atmosphere in a few moments, Alvin glanced at the guys with depressed expressions. He walked to the door of the union and stretched his head to take a look at the front desk. One of the succubus said: "Have Cassel and the others finished? Can they start?"

The succubus was indeed extremely afraid of Alvin. She glanced nervously at the basement surveillance camera in front of her, then she raised her head and tried her best to put on a serious expression, and said to Alvin: "We can start..."

Alvin nodded after listening. He walked up to a fat bald man who was sweating profusely and looked like he might faint at any time. He smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You are the first one. Go ahead and register." After that, go home quickly..."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at such a fat man who was completely no different from ordinary people and acted unusually timid, and said with a smile: "Actually, if you are really worried, you don't need to register. You don't look any different from everyone else, and you see He doesn’t look like the kind of person who would cause trouble…”

Faced with Alvin's comfort, the bald fat man nervously pulled the wrinkled T-shirt on his body, then he clasped his hands together and said to Alvin as if praying: "No, no, no, I want to register...

I don't want to cause trouble, but my boss keeps trying to fire me...

As God testifies, I am the most diligent person in the entire restaurant. My salary has not been adjusted for 5 years. He cannot fire me just because I am older...

I have three children. The eldest is in college and the youngest is only 8 years old. I can’t lose them.

Got my current job..."

Alvin was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly looked at the fat bald man in front of him funny, and said with a smile: "You came to register just because you don't want your boss to fire you?"

The fat bald man nodded desperately and said, "Yes, yes..."

Alvin spread his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, what is your mutation?

To join non-mutants here, we need to pay a membership fee, which is not a small sum of money..."

The fat bald man scratched his head nervously after hearing this. He moved closer to Alvin and stared at Alvin with his eyes wide open. He said, "My eyes will change color. My Jewish boss said they are the eyes of Satan. He just wants to You want to fire me..."

Alvin looked into the eyes of this fat bald man inexplicably. After a few seconds, he found that the pupils of this guy's eyes did change color a little, but was this considered a mutation?

Alvin couldn't figure out whether this was a mutation or his own eyesight. He looked at the sweaty bald fat man and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, go in, talk to our secretary, and let him I’ll give you a nice name..."

Looking at the slightly embarrassed back of the bald fat man, Alvin smiled and shook his head. This was a good start. It didn't matter whether the fat man was a real mutant or not. The authority of the Mutant Guild was definitely more important...

With the mixture of these ordinary people, the future mutant union may be more interesting...

No one knows what will happen if a group of mutants with deep hatred and bitter hatred and a group of mutants with lofty ambitions are brought together.

But if there are a bunch of ordinary people or guys with ordinary people's mentality mixed in, they will always be reminded that everyone is human!

This is a good thing, and it's not a big deal. At most, you only need to find a lawyer and police officer to talk to the fat man's boss to solve the problem. Alvin feels that he should do it...

After all, an ordinary person wouldn't think of coming here if he wasn't really cornered...

Not long after the fat bald man entered, Stark led a large group of children out...

They obviously got what they wanted, and now they were happily showing off their "mutation certificates".

The kind-hearted Alita took over the important task of taking care of little Morgan. She was obviously much more reliable than little Ginny, which put Stark and Pepper at ease...

Alvin looked at little Morgan holding a mutation certificate in her hand. She was swinging her little arms like lotus joints, and she was shaking along with little Ginny's triumphant scream...

After squinting for a long time, Alvin found it funny that it said "Devil baby with unlimited energy, E-level mutation"...

Looking at Stark with an earthy face, Alvin smiled and said: "You should be happy, what a healthy child...

Cassel is really a talent..."

When Alvin was talking and laughing at Stark, little Ginny jumped up to him holding an exquisite mutation certificate and shouted like a treasure: "Dad, dad, look at mine, mine is very powerful." !”

Alvin took the mutation certificate in little Ginny's hand and took a look at it. He returned the mutation certificate to little Ginny with a wry smile, then rubbed the little girl's head, shook his head and said, "It's really amazing!

‘Mechanical public enemy plus racing killer, e-level mutation’!

I think Cassell underestimated you, you must be at least A-level..."

How can little Ginny tell whether this is good or bad? As long as the name sounds powerful, she is happy...

Looking at Alvin who was shaking his head and smiling bitterly, little Ginny wrinkled her little face and made an "I am very strong" gesture with a fierce look on her face. She deliberately lowered her throat and said in a deep voice: "I am a killer, I am very powerful! Roar..."

Alvin covered his face and didn't want to discuss the "racing killer" issue with the little girl. He pulled her little head and asked her to face Nick and the others, and said: "Go and play, our family will not drive anymore in the future. Dad actually has The people on the plane..."

Stark walked to Alvin and looked at the lively crowd. He smiled and said: "You seem to have succeeded again...

The formation of the Mutant Guild went much smoother than expected. I originally thought there would be dozens of people signing up at most, but now it looks like there are at least 200 people here..."

Alvin glanced at the people who were gradually calming down and waiting quietly to register. He smiled and shook his head and said, "It's not all mutants here. This is what makes me happy."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at a mutant who always lowered her head and dared not look at people. She had strange spikes growing on her ears, which made her look very depressed...

Turning to look at Stark, Alvin said with a cold expression: "Now I want to see more and more what those Kree people are like...

They created mutants, then threw them on the earth like garbage, leaving them to fend for themselves!

When will those robot soldiers of yours be ready?

I can't wait to show those sons of bitches how awesome they are..."