Druid in Marvel

Al's restaurant is always lively, and after word spread of Stark's provocation against Ivan, the Hell's Kitchen Death Race became a hot topic. .

The unlucky drug dealer Braga spent a lot of money and effort. Finally, the rich man Stark gave him a heavy blow, turning him into a completely transparent person.

Since it's a race, the drivers are the stars. As a race promoter, you can only stand aside. Who remembers who you are?

The bosses of Hell's Kitchen didn't know who listened to the instigation, and took out the US$500 million sponsored by Braga as the final championship reward.

Their move made the underground speeding industry in the entire United States boil, and countless speeding experts were rushing to New York.

Surprisingly, the arrival of these riders has actually led to economic growth in some industries in Hell's Kitchen. At least the hotel industry and catering industry have been doing very well recently.

These underground riders are basically audacious bastards who have less of a fear of Hell's Kitchen than the average person. And the low prices for food, drink and lodging in Hell's Kitchen are really attractive.

Al didn't expect that the matter would become so big. Misty had already called him several times to complain, saying that the security situation in Hell's Kitchen had declined recently and asking Al to take care of it.

Alcai ignored Misty's complaints and joked, "Why do you care? Those outsiders are not here to grab territory, they are here to consume!" These are all big benefactors. What’s wrong with having a drink and a fight once in a while?

When you talk to me about the security situation in Hell's Kitchen, you must be on the wrong set.

The black bosses have tasted the sweetness, and the pimp boss Pili has made a lot of money with his girls. He takes the lead and warns the gangsters on the street not to cause trouble for the customers. During the Death Race, no unnatural deaths can occur in Hell's Kitchen. Ignore the fight, no lives will be lost!

Teji saw that there were already enough people to sign up to boost the local economy, so he creatively began to mark out streets and start a small-scale qualifier. And I set odds for each game, and I actually made a lot of money in a few days!

Al went to see it once. Teji recruited a large number of hot-bodied girls who didn't like to wear clothes from Yade's nightclub, and added a handsome DJ to make the atmosphere extremely hot.

A group of rich young men in New York City have become regular visitors to the race. Whether it is the excitement of racing or the temptation of girls, they all like this group of rich second generations who have money and nowhere to spend it.

They regard this place as a good place to find excitement. After the event, they can have a symbolic speed race with the local police. Of course, they always lose, or rather they enjoy getting caught!

Recently, the video of Ares 2 fucking a traffic policeman, saluting and asking for his driver's license has gone viral on the Internet. After being caught, those rich second-generation gangsters always happily let their accomplices take pictures of them.

Al didn't know much about economics, but he clearly felt the changes in Hell's Kitchen. It seemed that everyone had found something to do.

People who have nothing to do can earn some living expenses by going to the competition venue to sell condoms.

These changes left Al a little confused. It wasn't until he saw this year's Chinese Olympics on TV that he suddenly realized that these were the fucking Olympics in Hell's Kitchen. This is a lucrative business!

Al seemed to see a little bit of the way out of Hell's Kitchen from here, and those cars with blue fire behind them didn't seem so annoying anymore.

And setting aside a few streets for people to race cars shouldn't be anything illegal. Isn't that what the F1 Monte Carlo station does? They can do it, why can't I do it?

In recent years, many of the streets and pavements in Hell's Kitchen have been maintained by Al holding down the necks of the black bosses, and everyone raised funds to maintain them. I am now a shareholder of those streets and pavements. If I use them, no one will say nonsense!

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Teji looked at Al nervously.

Al frowned and held the phone away from his ears.

Even from such a long distance, you can hear Director George's roar coming from the phone, "You're fucking crazy! You still want to legalize death drives! What do you think?"

How do you make money? How do you pay taxes? How do you stay safe?

Those speedsters are all crazy. Are you crazy if you let them run around in the streets? "

Al waited for Director George to finish yelling before holding the phone in front of him and said seriously: "George, my old man, this is a folk event decided by democratic voting in our Hell's Kitchen. You have to respect our choice, otherwise you are discriminating. Hell's Kitchen.

That lunatic Congressman Donald has proposed that discriminating against the residents of Hell's Kitchen be classified as racial discrimination. From now on, it will be a crime to discriminate against the poor people of Hell's Kitchen! "

Director George laughed angrily and said, "Then why did you come to me? Go and organize your folk activities!"

Al rubbed his nose worriedly and said, "Don't I only know you as a high-ranking official? Help me, old man, find a way to legalize our folk activities. Do you know how many professional jobs this can create?" "

Director George breathed heavily, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "You should go find that Donald, he now regards himself as the son of Hell's Kitchen, and he will be happy to help you.

Don't get too outrageous, Al. I heard Hell's Kitchen has been running out of weed lately. That drug dealer Pluto has made a fortune, you guys have to rein it in a little bit.

Are the doctors in Hell's Kitchen crazy? They actually dare to wear white coats and prescribe marijuana to treat headaches at the speeding scene. How come I didn't know you still have such talents there?"

Al gave Teji a funny look. Teji made a funny expression unique to black people, rubbed his fat lips, and said softly: "Those doctors are all real and licensed! Pluto is very capable. ! I also want to find a lawyer like him, he’s so awesome!”

Al shook his head helplessly and said into the phone: "I will tell them, these bastards are really evil in their evil ways. But they do work, don't you think?"

Director George laughed in anger, and he said helplessly: "Whose attention is it to ask a drug dealer to ask for a lawyer? This guy should be hanged, and our work will be very troublesome in the future!"

Al smiled nonchalantly and said, "This is a good thing. At least the police here don't have to fight with drug dealers. They can find a prosecutor to litigate with him. How good!"

Chief George said with a headache: "Okay! Okay! Al, these are matters for our police.

As for your damn death car race! Don't make too much of a fuss, and try not to kill anyone! "Death" speeding does not sound like a good sign! "

Al smiled with satisfaction and said, "So you agree, right?"

Director George said formulaically: "I didn't agree to anything, and I won't agree until your folk activities are legalized.

It's just that the police force in New York has been a bit tight recently, and they may not be able to take care of the damn "folklore activities" in Hell's Kitchen! "

Al glanced at Teji, raised his eyebrows proudly, hung up the phone, and said, "Go ahead and contact the "Son of Hell's Kitchen." That guy is not short of money, but he needs to make some noise. This is a good chance!

Whether Hell's Kitchen can have a long-term money-raising project in the future is up to you! "

Teji said happily: "We have legalized the death racing competition. In the future, a large number of modified car enthusiasts will have a place to go. Haha, those guys are basically rich people.

It's really cool to make their money legally, and I feel like I'm starting to transform into a CEO.

Boss, will I get paid? "

Al took out a coin from his pocket, put it into Teji's hand, and said: "Here, this is your salary for this year. Haha!"

No matter what you do, that's a matter for the future. Get Sai Cao in charge quickly and let the police get rid of that idiot named Bu Shijia.

This is our Hell's Kitchen business from now on, how stupid to let a drug dealer carry the title of promoter. "

Teji grinned and said somewhat obscenely: "Why don't we just kill him? The efficiency of the police has never been high."

Al hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said: "Don't mess around. The cloth that shows up may not be true. Let the police have a headache!

You just need to run the game well and help Misty when necessary, and that’s it! "

Teji nodded simply. Braga is not a big problem now. He is also just a name. The nature of the game has completely changed.

This game now belongs to Hell's Kitchen. It doesn't matter if it's too late to drive him away this time. Anyway, there will definitely be no next time for him!

After seeing off Teji, Al looked at the empty restaurant. Jessica went to the flower shop to play, and she didn't know where she ran off to when she was so angry? The boss was the only one left in the entire restaurant, which made Al a little angry. He poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and decided to deduct their salary.

A young man wearing a formal suit on a hot day walked into the restaurant, sat down next to Al, took off his hat and placed it on the bar, cocked his neck, tilted his head, and said, "Do you mind giving me a glass of wine? 15 I’m not too picky about the whiskey industry!”

Al turned his head and glanced at this guy, resisted the urge to straighten his neck, and said: "Man, it's not business hours now, you'd better find a doctor to look at your neck, you'd better go to Chinatown to find a doctor.

You look like you have a serious neck problem! "

Deng laughed out loud with a "ha" sound from the side!

Raymond glanced at Deng, pursed his lips and showed a perfect fake smile, and said: "I think I have to introduce myself, my name is Raymond Ledington, I am a person who specializes in solving troubles! I think I have to introduce myself. You must be in trouble lately, and I’m an expert at dealing with that kind of trouble!”

Al frowned, looked at Raymond, and said in a deep voice: "I know a son of a bitch who gives advice to big shots and troubles me is also named Raymond Ledington. I hope you are not the same person!"

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