Druid in Marvel

Beckett was stopped by Al's question and thought for a while. Although he always felt that something was wrong, he still said seriously: "I don't know you very well, but I believe that Manhattan Tomahawk is definitely not the kind of person who would deal with drug dealers!

You can continue, Principal Al, please tell me carefully where the money came from! "

Al smiled and shook his head and said: "I only know this much. If you need it, you can ask Director Misty to call Pluto. They must know him! You can call him over and ask. Please. () It’s very simple, isn’t it, Director Misty!”

Al said, turning to Director Misty, raising an eyebrow at her, and posing a difficult question to her. Are you kidding me, the biggest drug dealer in Hell's Kitchen can be summoned by a police officer with just one phone call?

Misty frowned in embarrassment, glanced at Beckett, and said, "It's no use calling me, Pluto won't pay attention to me. And this guy now has a bunch of lawyers, saying it's for himself My son goes to class in advance.

Unless a judge is willing to issue a warrant for my arrest, I can go and arrest Pluto and take him to the police station! Otherwise, you'd better ask Principal Al for help! "

Seeing Beckett's turned gaze, Al really couldn't bear to joke with the policeman who was dedicated to handling the case. He decisively took out his cell phone and called Pluto and pressed the speakerphone button!

As soon as the call was connected, a deep and hoarse voice came over, "Don't you fucking know it's early? If it's not something important, I will beat you up!"

Al looked at the people in the restaurant looking at him with smiles, and said to the phone angrily: "Then you'd better hurry up! I'm in the fucking Peace Hotel now, come and beat me up, hurry up!"

Pluto on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly and said, "Oh~ I'm sorry, Principal Al, I didn't know it was you. You know that in our line of work, you always need to be a little more ruthless, otherwise you won't be able to control others. !

What do you want from me? If you need weed, I have the freshest stuff right here!

To express my apology, I can give you half a kilogram of cannabis for free, you will love it! "

Al said to the phone impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, Pluto, come to my restaurant quickly, there is a police officer here who needs your help in the investigation!"

Pluto on the other end of the phone said with some dissatisfaction: "Police? Principal Al, I respect you, but you can't unite with the police to cause trouble for me! This is Hell's Kitchen, and we have our own rules!"

Al saw Misty looking at him with a half-smile, and now he was tired of this Jamaican drug dealer. But he can't get angry yet, because it's true as Pluto said, if you cooperate with the police in Hell's Kitchen and make trouble for others, everyone will be hostile.

It has nothing to do with how good you are! This is caused by the ecological environment here! Most of the residents here are related to gangs, so the police are naturally classified as enemies!

Al could only be patient and said: "I'm not causing trouble for you, but recently there was a madman in New York City who was using bundles of banknotes to ask people to slit the corners of his mouth. You have to come over and help find out who the money belongs to." ?I know that each of your gangs have different methods of bundling banknotes!"

Pluto on the other end was silent for a moment, and then said: "We are bad guys, but we are not crazy! No need to read, I know what is going on! On the second day of the Battle of Manhattan, some ugly guys robbed Our bank, they took about $8000 million in cash!

All of us have been looking for this guy lately! Kingpin's boss suffered the biggest loss. He had gone crazy and said he would find those lunatics, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs! "

Pluto said in a rough voice: "Principal Al, if the policeman is looking for those crazy people, tell him there is no need to look for them!

They are dead! No one can take our money and live to spend it! "

Al said to the phone in disbelief: "You still have a fucking bank! Can a drug dealer open a fucking bank?"

Pluto on the other end of the phone shouted unhappily: "Hey~ Principal Al, you can't discriminate against me, why can't we have a bank? Without a bank, we can't spend our money at all!

The boss of Kingpin opened a bank and let us invest in it! In this way, we only need to spend a little money every time, and we can spend money happily!

Now I'm starting to do something serious, I opened a pharmaceutical sales company! I am a serious businessman now!

Principal Al, does your school still want to make donations? I can take out some money! A nephew of mine who lives out of town also wants to study in a community school! "

What Al did to these drug dealers was unbelievable. It seemed that these guys were much more financially minded, which made him very unhappy!

Hearing that Pluto actually said that he opened a drug sales company, Al asked sarcastically: "Drugs? Ha! Drugs and marijuana are also considered drugs? Pluto, why didn't I realize that you actually have this ability?" !You can actually open a company by selling drugs?

Then you still paid the damn taxes! "

As a result, Pluto said matter-of-factly: "Of course, who dares to owe money to the IRS? Boss Jin Bing will never fail to pay taxes. In the past, we had no choice. After all, the IRS earned money from selling drugs." No charge!

Now that I have my own company and I pay my taxes on time, no one can give me any trouble!

I have recently changed my career and no longer sell drugs. I think marijuana is more profitable. There are a lot of rich people in New York who like this kind of stuff!

A congressman named Yoyofu also came to me to solicit sponsorship. He said that he was promoting the legalization of marijuana in New York State!

One more thing, Principal Al, reading is really useful, those lawyers and accountants are really good! I didn't know this before! "

Al was speechless at this idiot's logic. If this guy didn't have money and a gun, he would be tricked to death by those lawyers and accountants sooner or later. A guy who can serve the gang has no character!

But now Al can only helplessly say to the phone: "Okay! Big boss Pluto, give me some information, do you have any clues about that madman?

I'd love to get to know him, I'm cool with guys who dare to rob a drug dealer's bank! "

Pluto sighed and said helplessly: "I don't know, we have sent people to follow those crazy poor drug addicts, but every time the people we sent did not come back alive! Those are all good people!

Or you can switch to the police to follow them this time. When you have any news, you can inform us, and we will be responsible for tearing that son of a bitch into pieces! "

Chief Misty was very dissatisfied with Pluto's behavior of not taking the policeman's life seriously, and shouted from the side: "Pluto, you son of a bitch, you better not fall into my trap." In hand!"

Pluto on the other end heard Director Misty's cry, was stunned for a moment, and said: "Aha! Director Misty, are you threatening me? Just wait! I'll find my lawyer to talk to you. Ha ha!"

Director Misty looked at Al with an ugly face and said, "What the hell is this called? There are more drug dealers' lawyers in our office! Hell's Kitchen has become even more annoying now!"

Al hung up the phone, shrugged, and said with a smile: "It's always good to deal with you with guns. Ask Michael and the others. They are probably very satisfied with the current law enforcement environment! How long has it been since there was no death in your police station?"

As he spoke, Al looked towards the door of the restaurant, where a fat red-haired Irish-American man appeared. This guy was wearing long clothes and long trousers on a hot day. He was holding a playing card in his hand and looked at the people in the restaurant with a smile and a cry. people!

When everyone was staring at the playing card in his hand with serious expressions, the fat man stared at Steve and shouted: "You make my life complete!"

When Officer Beckett wanted to rush over and subdue the fat man, something terrible happened. The fat man's head was disconnected from his neck, and the strong blood pressure pushed his head up and left his neck!

Seeing the height at which the fat man's head flew up, Al felt that his blood pressure must have been ridiculously high before he died!

Writer Cassel had probably never seen such a scene before. He covered his mouth in surprise and made several retching sounds!

As the targeted person, Steve took the initiative to walk up to the fat corpse that was still spraying blood and picked up the playing card from his hand!

Al patted Fox on the arm and said: "Go and watch those children, don't let them come down, the scene here is very ugly!"

Fox nodded without saying anything, turned around, took another large bottle of lemonade, and went to the attic!

Stark's performance in the face of this kind of scene has been much better in the past. He stood up proactively and wanted to go over and have a look. He was so nice. It was another poker card. What was going to happen this time?

Beckett and Misty started calling for backup as soon as the death occurred. The fat man must be dead, but the procedure must be followed. You can't drive the police car to drag the body back for an autopsy!

And they can feel that things are starting to get a little out of control! That madman started to get even crazier!

Al walked to the door and saw Lao Cheng coming out of the apartment building opposite and preparing to start his restaurant shift. Seeing that there was a murder here, Lao Cheng came over and looked at Al with a frown, and said helplessly: "It looks like we can't do business today again, right? Boss, we can't do business like this!"

Al shrugged and said helplessly: "Then what should I do? Put a notice at the door to tell them not to die here?"

Lao Cheng glanced at the "Peace Hotel" sign above his head, sighed, and said, "It seems that any place with this name will be a place of right and wrong!"

Steve didn't care about the blood, and stood there carefully looking at the playing cards in his hand!

Then he held up the playing cards in his hand and said to Al: "Clown! Greed!

Someone has challenged me and I have to respond! "

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