Druid in Marvel

Harry was familiar with this voice. He had been working here for nearly a month.

Of course he knew Frank Custer in the diner every day, the director of corrections at Hell's Kitchen Community School, a man who beat up three gang bosses in public, a man who dared to put the daughter of the NYPD commissioner in solitary confinement. A man who shaved an arms dealer's son into a bald pig with a harpoon.

He was one of the school's most well-known staff members, but he left behind a reputation for brutality.

Harry has not officially entered the community school yet, but the legends he heard while working in the restaurant made him awe of Frank.

Now the big devil of the community school was standing behind him, and he had just said some stupid things about him, which made him a little scared. How stupid would it be to be punished here? I have just adapted to Hell's Kitchen and have a few friends.

Harry looked back at Frank with stubble on his face and said awkwardly: "Good morning, Mr. Custer, I can apologize for what I just said."

Frank didn't say anything, but looked at Harry deeply, smiled a little ferociously, and said: "No need to apologize, school starts in twenty days, I believe you will change your view of me. I am a kind person People, really”

After speaking, Frank ignored Harry and Peter, took a few unsold buns from the old breakfast cart and walked into the restaurant.

Harry let out a long and nervous breath, looked at Peter, and said with some confusion: "Why is everyone afraid of Mr. Custer? I think he is pretty good. I almost thought I was going to get beaten just now."

Peter felt a little sorry for his good friend. You still wanted to live a good life after being targeted by Frank, but he didn't want to scare Harry, so he could only laugh dryly and said: "Maybe there is something wrong with the legend, Frank is not a bad person."

Shangqi looked at Peter and Harry as if they were stupid boys and comforted himself. At the same time, he was glad that he was already past the school age and didn't have to go to school.

Otherwise, with his personality, he must be a frequent visitor in Frank's office. At home, I always heard Jiawen describe Frank's office as terrifying as a slaughterhouse.

In the restaurant, Alvin saw Frank walking in, greeted him with a smile, poured him a cup of coffee, and said, "I thought you would sleep a little longer. Your old bones look pretty good."

Frank picked up the coffee without adding sugar and took a sip directly. He took a bite of the slightly cold bun with enjoyment and said: "There is plenty of time for sleep, but I need to hurry up to find trouble with the Hand Club. I am very busy."

Director George came here to hear this. He looked at Frank anxiously and wanted him to tell him what he wanted to know quickly.

Alvin was not in a hurry. Frank was an impatient person who could not wait for revenge. He was more anxious than himself.

Fox sent the two little girls Jessica and Gwen out and asked them to find Peter and the others. Fox took himself a cup of coffee and was curious to hear what kind of enemy his boyfriend was.

His former team, the League of Assassins, didn't even block Alvin for a minute. I have heard of this Hand in the past and must be my colleagues. Why does it sound so troublesome now?

Frank glanced at Director George, ate the bun in two bites, took a sip of coffee, and said to Alvin: "Wait a moment, Steve will be here soon, and he is calling the female reporter. JJ Go Where are you and why haven’t you come back?”

When Fox heard Frank ask where JJ was, he pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I was arrested by Temple just after I came back this morning. It is said that Temple found out about his visit to some Yard nightclub."

As he spoke, Fox swung back and forth between Alvin and Frank with a scrutinizing look. Alvin, of course, looked indifferent as he had done nothing wrong. He put his arm around Fox's waist and condemned the jerk.

Frank blushed and remained silent, lowering his head to drink coffee.

Fox glanced at Alvin with a half-smile, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that you performed well."

As someone who has been here, Alvin certainly knows what he is going to do now. There is no psychological burden at all when he sells out his teammates. He smiled and said: "What good can that bastard JJ do? Who would want to go to a place like that if he has a beautiful girlfriend?" Going to a bar and having a drink is a waste of time.”

Frank looked at Alvin with contempt, feeling that he was very spineless. But Alvin is the boss after all, so it’s too bad not to give her face.

While he was talking, Steve came in from the door with a smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood. He probably made new progress with the female reporter.

After walking to the bar and sitting down, Steve said hello to Director George. He had a very good impression of Director George.

Seeing Steve arriving, Frank put down the coffee cup in his hand, pointed at the bar, and said: "The Hand's target is the dragon bone, a bone that is said to be the bone of a mythical dragon. Its function is said to be able to kill people. And resurrection or eternal life.

The Hand has basically concentrated all its power on New York this time, and they will get the keel at all costs.

I got a few addresses, and after a while I called that bastard JJ, and we set off in the afternoon. If we work quickly, this matter might be basically over in a day or two. "

Director George was very dissatisfied with Frank's brief statement. The enemy is facing a formidable enemy. Is it really okay for you to be so careless?

Taking the cigar handed over by Alvin, he lit it and took a heavy puff. Director George asked in a deep voice: "How do you know you caught him alive?"

Frank nodded indifferently and said, "Yes, a guy named Murakami or a guy from the town. His accent was a bit thick and I couldn't hear him clearly."

Director George asked anxiously: "Where is he? We have never asked for a confession from the Hand. Now someone has spoken. Give him to me. We have many past cases that require someone to provide a confession to close the case."

Frank looked at Director George like an idiot and said, "Where do you think I got my confession?"

Director George thought about Frank's resume, sighed, and understood. Then someone asked: "How many people do you have, can you handle them? And who is the leader of the Hand?"

Frank thought for a while and said: "They have transferred almost more than 300 killers from the island country, as well as people from all over the United States. It is estimated that there are more than 200 people. The total will not exceed 600 people."

Alvin was a little surprised. The Hand could gather together six hundred people who could fight and kill. What did they want to do to start a war in the heart of the United States?

Director George asked anxiously: "Can you handle it? That's six hundred armed killers, not six hundred chickens?"

Frank smiled ferociously and said, "It doesn't make any difference, it's just the length of time it takes. If you get shot, you'll die. I'm afraid I won't be able to kill them all."

Steve took a sip of coffee next to him, laughed, and said: "Number is never a problem. The enemies I faced in the past were much more numerous, and they were more terrifying."

Director George looked at Steve like a fool and asked teasingly: "Who were your enemies in the past?"

Steve curled his lips and said, "It's better than that."