Druid in Marvel

By the time Alvin and Stark rushed to the sewers, the battle here had been over for a while.

JJ stood beside a big rock, squinting at Russell, who was standing among a pile of corpses with a lazy expression.

Russell glanced at JJ, grinned brightly, and said: "Hey, man, why are you staring at me? You fell in love with me?"

Frank, who was looking along the edge of the underground space, shook his head and glanced at Russell. He is a bastard, but he is outstanding.

JJ gestured with his thick arms, looked at Russell provocatively, and said, "Don't let me beat you, or you'll end up lying on Dr. Ethan's operating table, you bastard."

Russell put the pistol on his waist, moved his neck, and said with a happy smile: "Then give it a try, I really miss that bar."

Steve was helping the Stark Group staff move things. The complex instruments made the outdated soldier feel dizzy.

At this moment, Steve saw JJ and Russell there, and shouted impatiently: "For the sake of God, can you come over and help me? There is a lot of work here, why can't you save some money?" Stay strong, and I'll be your referee when we get back to the ground."

Alvin helped Stark, who had taken off his Mark 5, to the underground space and kept mumbling: "You bastard is really in poor health. Why don't you wear the Mark 5? Without it you are like a disabled person."

Stark curled his lips and said very unhappily: "I only produced two sets of Mark 5. If this set steps on shit, I can say goodbye to the Mark 5. I don't have that kind of material anymore."

Alvin couldn't understand the world of rich people, so he couldn't understand Stark's brain circuit. He walked to an open place and saw the hands of the Stark Group not far away. Alvin let go of Stark and clapped his hands. Said: "Okay, man, you can start working and find those damn keel bones. If you need, you can take two back to make soup."

Stark adjusted his suit, glanced at the rustic Alvin with disdain, walked towards his man, muttering "Uncultured, very scary" as he walked.

Alvin ignored Stark's contemptuous look. It was not a shame to be despised by a super academic like Stark.

After waving hello to Russell, Alvin looked at Russell's brand new suit and said with a smile: "Man, it seems that SHIELD does have a problem. You are just wasting taxpayers' money like this."

Russell proudly adjusted the collar of his suit, gave JJ the middle finger, and said with a smile: "My salary is pretty good, especially since my department has no extra expenses, so our funds are sufficient."

Alvin walked over and shook hands with Russell, and said with a smile: "I thought all department heads would always complain about lack of funds. It seems that you are an exception and outstanding. I want to thank you for today's events."

Russell shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Other people's work is very troublesome, but mine is very simple. I only have so many special creatures registered here." Russell said using The thumb and index finger of the right hand marked an almost negligible thickness.

Alvin looked at the thickness he gestured and felt that if it weren't for Splinter and the little turtles yesterday, this thickness might not even exist.

This is a very hard-hearted bastard. He regards all abnormal creatures as enemies. It's no wonder that his job is relatively simple. Discover it, track it, find it, and finally kill it. It's easy to see that he is unfamiliar with computers. Looks like this guy might even skip the report sometimes

Alvin looked at a group of armed and vigilant field agents not far away. He looked at Russell in front of him and said with a smile: "It's quite dangerous to be a heterogeneous creature on Earth."

Russell raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, and said, "Every country has its own department to deal with this kind of thing, and I will only deal with the most powerful ones."

Alvin ignored this guy's bragging. You were almost beaten to death yesterday, and it was only because of an old mouse that you escaped. Are you interested in bragging to me now?

Giving Russell a perfunctory thumbs up, Alvin smiled and said, "Then what are you going to do now that things are over here? Just watch those monsters stay in the sewer."

Russell shrugged his shoulders, frowned, and said sarcastically: "I want to go back and talk to our Director Fury first. I want to see what is going on in this son of a bitch's mind.

I'm using SHIELD's New York field staff this time. I'm going back to write a dozen reports. Maybe I can kick Cyclops' ass and cause some trouble for myself, and then I can stop writing all that shit. Son. I can’t fucking use a computer.”

Alvin nodded in agreement, he was happy to see Nick Fury unlucky. He glanced at Stark who was busy at the edge of the underground space and said to Russell: "Man, you have been a big help. You can go to my restaurant for a drink when you have time."

Russell spread his hands, tilted his head and said, "I thought you would prepare a VIP seat for me."

Alvin laughed, bumped fists with Russell, and said: "You are dreaming, wake up, there is no free tradition in Hell's Kitchen, but I will leave you a few bottles of good whiskey, old William's collection , come and drink it when you have time."

After saying that, Alvin turned around and walked towards Stark. Judging from the bustle there, he probably made a discovery.

Russell was already ready to leave, but seeing that Stark might have discovered something, he couldn't help but ask Alvin, "Can you tell me what exactly the Hand wants?"

Alvin looked back at Russell and said with a smile: "The thing that can make people immortal, I decided to dig it out and find a place to hide it, otherwise someone might come to the school. Trouble. I’m most afraid of trouble.”

When Russell heard the word "immortality", he was no longer interested in what might be found here. His biggest enemy at present is a race that can live forever, and he has no interest in immortality.

Shaking his head, Russell waved to his colleagues to follow him and leave here. The job of cleaning the battlefield should be left to the owner here.

On the road, a tall masked field agent approached Russell and asked a little strangely: "We who left the Hand just like that and spent so much effort to get something must be very precious. We should take that Bring stuff back to S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Russell looked like an idiot, glanced at the tall field agent, and said sarcastically: "You want me to grab things from Alvin and Stark on Alvin's territory?"

The brain is a good thing, why can’t I find it in you?

How do you survive when all the field staff in the New York branch are at your level?

Brock Rumlow, we are not friends, but for the sake of our colleagues, I advise you not to cause trouble for Alvin.

Not letting him become a problem is what we should consider. "

Bullock glanced at Russell, grinning with a ferocious smile, "Dead people are not trouble, I am a person who specializes in solving trouble."

Russell ignored Bullock, just gave him a middle finger, and said indifferently: "You can try, I don't care, I just feel that there are too many idiots in SHIELD now, and I am a little uncomfortable with it.

Or is this all my imagination?”