Druid in Marvel

Alvin ran to find Fox. This girl had been a killer for many years and should know a lot about firearms.

Alvin told Fox about the request, and then she went to communicate with Jarvis and asked him to produce the pistol Alvin needed. Alvin feels that this smart butler is actually not as smart as it appears.

Alvin's requirements are actually very simple in summary, "accurate shooting, more bullets, and high power." Alvin has always felt that his poor marksmanship is mainly due to the gun he uses. If he gets a better gun, his marksmanship may be completely different.

As for the shield, it was prepared for Steve. Well, every time I see him not holding a shield, I always feel that something is missing. There is no requirement for a shield. It needs a hard one. A tough guy needs a very hard shield. Other demands on performance Alvin had a way of making up for.

Let the shield saved by S.H.I.E.L.D. continue to weigh on the warehouse.

Stark's machining center is really powerful. In half an hour, what Alvin needs is ready.

Alvin picked up a pistol and looked at it. It was very beautiful and carefully made. It was similar to the 911 sold in the gun store, except that the barrel was longer and the grip was larger. Alvin doesn't know whether it works or not, and he can't try it out. This has to be left to Fox, she is the expert.

Stark recorded his inspiration. When he heard that Alvin and the others were going to test the gun, he ran out and expressed his interest.

He knew that Alvin's shooting skills were average. When he had the opportunity to make Alvin look bad, Stark felt that he must not fall behind. This was irresponsible for the failure he had suffered at Alvin's hands before.

Alvin looked at Stark with squinting eyes, and he had a certain understanding of this bastard's thoughts, but come on, whoever is afraid of whom, and you don't want to gamble, right?

On the edge of the cliff in the backyard of the mansion, this is a good place for shooting competition.

A long table was placed on the edge of the cliff, with empty beer bottles placed on it.

About twenty meters away from the table, Alvin and Stark stood side by side.

Stark got himself a cowboy hat and a very cool pair of gold glasses.

Skimming Alvin, Stark smiled and said: "Man, who of us comes first?"

Alvin fiddled with the pistol in his hand and said, "You have to let me get used to it first, otherwise it will be unfair, right?"

Stark glanced at Alvin with disdain, spread his hands, and said: "No problem, but the stakes need to be increased. If you lose, you have to be my driver for two days. Remember to put on your uniform and wear Gloves"

Alvin waved his hand in annoyance and said, "I don't know who will lose and who will win. Get out of the way. Don't splash blood on your face."

Ginny was held in Fox's arms, wearing a pair of cute soundproof earmuffs on her ears, waving her little fists to cheer her daddy on.

Alvin loaded the magazine into the pistol, took aim carefully, and shot with a bang, missing.

Stark laughed and stamped his feet, shouting: "Man, you can take two steps forward, I have no objection."

Alvin glared at Stark, then raised his gun and took aim. Just when he was a little nervous, a warm body leaned against him.

Fox held Alvin's waist with one hand and grabbed Alvin's forearm with the other, helping him adjust his aim, and said softly: "Relax, this is easy, you have to treat the gun as your girlfriend. She will be very obedient."

After hearing this, Alvin turned around and kissed Fox on the forehead, and said with a smile: "You are hinting to me that you will be obedient, right?"

Fox rolled his eyes, ignored Alvin's rogue words, grabbed his arm, and said softly: "Shoot."

After hearing this, Alvin pulled the trigger without even looking back. Alvin, who was strong enough, had a steady hand and accurately hit a beer bottle with a "bang" sound.

Giving Stark a proud look, Alvin picked up Fox and spun her around, kissed her on the mouth, and said, "I think I've found the trick."

I will treat her as my girlfriend, you won’t mind, right?”

Fox smiled and punched Alvin lightly in the stomach, rolled his eyes and let him practice on his own.

Alvin then hit ten out of ten shots like a god. After blowing on the non-existent smoke from the muzzle, Alvin proudly said to Stark: "Come on, man, let me see how badly you will lose."

Now I think our bet can be a little bigger. How about the loser being a driver for the winner for a week? As you said, put on the uniform and gloves."

Stark was not nervous at all and accepted the bet confidently.

When Alvin saw that Stark had 20 bullets in a magazine and all of them hit, his whole body felt bad. I had never heard that Stark's marksmanship was very good.

Alvin looked at Stark in confusion. He knew that this guy must have cheated, but if he couldn't see it, there was nothing he could do.

Alvin used his whole life's skills and only managed to hit 20 out of 10 shots. Although he was unhappy with the loss, he had to keep his word. Being a rich man's driver is not a shame, right?

Stark was so proud that Alvin picked up a beer bottle and threw it into the air. This guy made an action like a western cowboy shooting at his waist. With a "bang" shot, the beer bottle in the sky was shattered.

Even Fox was a little surprised now. It was not easy to hit a beer bottle with a pistol, especially a beer bottle thrown by an angry strongman.

Stark looked at Alvin, and his beard stood up with pride. He was so happy. He was so happy to see Alvin win a million more than he did. Who told this guy to always embarrass himself?

Alvin angrily ran to hug Fawkes and Ginny for comfort. If his hands didn't keep running to Fawkes's butt, he could get two comforting kisses. Now there is only one, and my daughter is still caring

Not getting exactly what he wanted, Alvin turned to look at Stark angrily and said, "Man, I know you must have cheated. I lose this time, but you have to tell me how you did it. of"

Stark laughed, took off the glasses on his face and handed them to Alvin and motioned for him to put them on.

Alvin took the glasses and looked at them. There was nothing special about them, they just looked expensive.

When he put them on, he realized that these glasses were nothing like that. This pair of glasses is an auxiliary device for shooting and aiming.

Whenever Alvin raises his gun to aim, a crosshair will appear on his glasses, pointing to where the muzzle of the gun is pointing. Shooting with him is like playing a game.

As a senior CS player, Alvin quickly adapted to the function of the glasses. He had to sigh in his heart, geniuses are different. Most people rely on practice to shoot, but Stark relies on plug-ins to shoot.

If you are smart, you should read more. Reading is really important.

After playing for a while, Alvin reluctantly returned the glasses to Stark. He liked this thing very much, but he didn't use it very often, and it looked very expensive, so he might as well forget it.

Stark waved his hand generously and said: "Man, as a reward for your willingness to admit defeat, this thing is given to you.

I need to get myself a cooler one, the current style doesn’t suit my face shape. "

Alvin didn't refuse Stark's kindness. He didn't say he would give it away, so he couldn't have it. Now that the rich man Stark has given it away, don't be pretentious. This is the way to get along between friends.

You can’t treat yourself as an outsider, and don’t treat your friends as one of your own.

Everyone needs to decide the importance of this. There is no fixed number, but Alvin feels that he has been doing a good job.

A few people played for a while and discussed how to solve the problem of dinner for a while.

Alvin's phone rang, and to his surprise, the caller was Alexei, the arms dealer from Hell's Kitchen.

This guy bravely called Frank, asked for his number, and called to invite him to a football game. Judging from his tone, his son Anton was not having a good time at USC.

Alexei wanted to take a look at his son. He was anxious, but he didn't know what was going on.