Druid in Marvel

Matt Murdock was among the crowds attacking the shopping mall. Lorelei's divine outburst controlled his mind, making him involuntarily join the goddess's rescue operation.

But when a faint smell came, Matt, who had experienced that nightmare, finally knew what Alvin was going to do...

The stench that penetrated straight into his soul made Matt wake up instantly, and then he looked up and saw a large amount of liquid sweeping along the outer wall of the building with a surging stench.

Matt, who has an extremely keen sense of smell, grabbed Director George, who was also losing his temper, in panic, and then pulled him and rushed towards the outside against the crowd as if fleeing...

Looking at the zombie-like crowd with dull expressions, especially those from the media, Matt sighed, lowered his shoulders and accelerated his thrusts.

Matt felt his soul tremble as he thought about being stuck to his body by those foul-smelling liquids. He didn't want to live after just being scratched by the Hand's trump card. If it got wet on him, he probably wouldn't be able to survive either.

While pulling Director George to escape, Matt lamented that he should have been more determined just now. When Alvin said that he wanted to make this place a new landmark, he should have evacuated here resolutely.

This place will indeed become a landmark. A 40-meter-high stinking piece of shit stands in Times Square, exuding a soul-stirring stench all the time...

Today will be remembered by everyone, and it will definitely be more impressive than those two collapsed buildings.

Because it was only a moment, and even if the foundation of this building is demolished, it will still stink for a year...

Hearing the sounds of vomiting from the crowd behind him who were rushing too fast, Matt hated why his hearing was so developed. The scene that could make one's stomach turn upside down came into Matt's mind after being reorganized by the sound... …

Giselle was a little at a loss as she watched the men around her rush towards the mall like crazy...

Seeing Matt rushing towards her direction against the flow of people, Giselle was about to go to pick up Matt, who was having a hard time, but a stench came out, causing the long-legged girl to retreat to the point of collapse...

Matt dragged Chief George and ran a block away, then rushed into a police car and drove three blocks away before stopping.

Director George, who had already woken up, saw a blind man driving three streets and only breaking a fire hose. He was a little surprised and said: "Are you blind? Or is it just your personal hobby to pretend to be blind..."

Matt reacted greatly to the smell, stopped the car, ran to the fire hydrant, and flushed his body desperately. If he hadn't known that he was still in the center of Manhattan, he might not have even wanted his own clothes.

By this time, Matt finally understood what Alvin's lunatic was doing?

Aren't you going to "kidnap" me? I am coming……

Not only are the mutants now in need of sympathy, but Alvin has also told the world how much he "disowns all his relatives"...

If you are so desperate, I will even give you a spoonful of stew for the hostages, kidnappers, rescue workers, and onlookers...

From now on, as long as anyone with a functioning brain wants to cause trouble for Alvin, they have to consider whether they can bear the consequences.

This is a lunatic who goes crazy and even fools his own people!

Giselle didn't retreat too far away. When the stench hit her, she thought it was too late to get in the car and escape...

Just when Giselle felt like she was about to vomit her stomach out, Sif fell from the sky like a god...

Giselle was just about to tell Sif about her worries, but the Valkyrie showed her state with a stream of dark green bile. By the way, she told Giselle that I am the goddess of Asgard, and my bile reserves are bigger than You are rich…

Giselle collapsed and fished out a rag stained with engine oil from her Dodge Viper. She gritted her teeth and tore the rag in half and gave a piece to Sif...

Looking at the Times Square that had turned into hell in the distance, Giselle broke down and said through the rag: "What happened? Someone caught all the skunks in the world and killed them?

Or did someone detonate some biological weapon here? Ugh~"

Sif loosened the rag and sprayed out the last bit of bile. She looked at Giselle with a strange expression and said, "You humans are really scary!

Alvin is also a well-deserved madman among terrible people...

Gisele, I think you made a bad decision by liking that guy, really!

Let’s get out of here quickly, the further away the better…”

After speaking, Sif decisively covered her mouth and nose with a dirty rag, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, and kept urging Giselle to get in the car.

She decided that she would never take a breath until she left this hellish place...

Three streets away, Director George smelled the smell that made his soul tremble. He covered his face in collapse, looked at Matt in despair and said, "Will a lot of people die?

Alvin killed Duke and the others?

That's Times Square...

I feel like I'm going to hell..."

Matt uses a handkerchief on fire hydrant for intense

After getting wet from the water, he covered his mouth and nose.

Facing Director George's desperate question, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "This kind of thing has happened in Hell's Kitchen, and I haven't heard of anyone dying from it...

Of course, it will definitely leave a psychological shadow!

Those damn little turtles invented a thing to create hell on earth..."

Director George finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that no one would die. Then the tough guy director held the front of the car and said, "Ugh~"

The whole process didn't last long before he stood up straight, then took out his phone and dialed, "Notify all the fire departments in Manhattan and ask them to rush to Times Square with chemical protective equipment and enough water cannons...

What? Specific location? What to do?

As long as you get close, the air will tell you what you need to do! "

After hanging up the phone, Director George retched twice and looked at Matt and said: "You said you have experienced Hell's Kitchen?

How did you handle it? How long does it take for the odor to dissipate? "

Matt shook his head helplessly and said: "You have to ask Alvin about this, when the stink bomb exploded in front of his restaurant...

You know that snowy night at Fox’s Flower Shop?

Such a powerful girl suffered from scent obsessive-compulsive disorder after experiencing that nightmare. She couldn't live without the flower shop..."

As he spoke, Matt "looked" at Director George seriously and said, "If I were you, I would call Alvin right away, then hold his lap and cry bitterly and ask him where the 'antidote' is?"

Just when Matt had a bad idea, Director George's phone rang...

When George answered the phone, Stark's voice came over, "Hey, George, I think we can negotiate a big deal...

If you don’t want Times Square to become the cesspit of New York in the future, you’d better write me a big check!

Aha~ I can experience two stink bomb attacks in my lifetime and act as a savior both times. I feel like a real superhero..."

Director George said with a strange expression: "No matter what you can do, help rescue the people in Times Square quickly. I feel that vomiting will kill people.

Tony, now is the time for you to show your humanitarian spirit, and the people of New York will remember you..."

Stark, who was on the other end of the phone, was probably watching the excitement with his children. He said slowly in a business boss tone: "No, George, business is business!

My super deodorant is only now waiting for the second order, it is impossible to get it for free..."

Director George was a little angry and vomited some bile, and said helplessly: "Tony, I will fill in all the funds for this year on the check, and come to help quickly..."

Stark was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Brother, don't try to fool me, how much funding can your office have?

New York City government's deficit is longer than my phone number. How much funding do you guys who live off donations have? "

Director George finally heard that Stark was not asking for money at all, so he said helplessly: "Tell me quickly what you want? Do you need me to put on a dress and go to bed with you?"

Stark laughed after hearing this and said: "Remember to take two nice photos of yourself when wearing a skirt...

Man, Alvin bought a church from Italy with Norman Osborne, and as much as it pisses me off that this bastard left me alone, I'm still willing to do my part.

There is a lighthouse near Hell's Kitchen Pier, and the island is in a good location..."

Director George nodded excitedly and shouted: "Here you go, here you go, I will take Remington to the city council to ask them to sign the land transfer agreement.

Quick, man, come help..."

Stark on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "No problem, but you have to wait 24 hours..."

Director George thought Stark was playing tricks on him, and he said angrily: "Tony, now is not the time to joke!"

Stark ignored Director George's anger and said with a smile: "I'm not kidding, there is no market for super deodorant at all, so I can only produce a batch urgently.

You know it takes time...

But I can give you a website where there are two T-shirts for sale.

If you are willing to call on the people in the New York Police Department to pay for the secret purchase of those 1678 T-shirts with "Stupid Alvin" written on them, I can help you expedite my factory.

You know, their efficiency is average and their workers are lazy..."

Director George reluctantly agreed to Stark's request, and then said, "How long will it take at the earliest?"

Stark laughed and said: "About 20 hours, this is the fastest speed...

do you know? I guess Alvin has been wanting to attack Times Square for a long time!

This is a guy who hates rich people..."

Director George stared dumbfoundedly at the stinky hell in the distance, and said, "New York has been hit hard, just because the Manhattan Tomahawk 'hates the rich'?"