Druid in Marvel

That night, the three vampires were packed and sent to the Stark Group's secret laboratory.

After vomiting, Stark's mind was extremely clear, and he already had several good ideas for weapons against vampires. He needs some test items to verify the effectiveness of his weapons.

Director George was extremely satisfied with the final result of the matter. In his best imagination, it didn't go so smoothly. He went back happily to prepare to organize a team specifically to deal with vampires. Of course, I have to go to Washington first to hold that meeting, I don’t know what it’s about.

Alvin didn't rest in the next few days. He was not a savior and could not rush to the vampire's home alone to kill them all.

But Alvin is a man of action. I can't solve all the vampires in New York, but I can keep the whole Hell's Kitchen clean. Save my family, children, and school students from the threat of vampires.

With a physical reference, the ghost wolf can easily smell the scent of a vampire. During the day, he took the ghost wolf with him and searched street after street, pulling out the vampires hiding in the shadows to bask in the sun. It was not difficult for him.

When Alvin took the three ghost wolves of "Athens", "Rome" and "Sparta" and set foot on the first street outside his neighborhood, the entire Hell's Kitchen seemed to be poured into a pan of oil with clean water. Rolling and boiling.

The big and small gangs in Hell's Kitchen began to rush to tell each other, and they became nervous and alert. Everyone in Hell's Kitchen knows that although Alvin is the boss of the three blocks, he hates gangs. If Alvin wants to expand his territory, many gangs may bleed and disappear, just like the 25th Street. To this day, no one knows where all the original gang members have gone.

Alvin stood at the intersection of 27th Street and looked not far ahead. A dozen cars blocked the entire street, and about 20 guys who looked more like workers than gangsters were holding guns. He looked around evasively behind the car.

A phone call came over, and Alvin looked at these people funny. It was rare for gangsters to be so timid. Line connected.

"This is Alvin, who are you?"

"Yes, I'm standing at the corner of 27th Street. What's the problem with you?"

"Oh yes, we had an agreement, but so what? Just because we had an agreement, I should stand here and wait for you, son of a bitch, to come over."

"Well, you had to tell me earlier that you were calling me as a school director, and I wouldn't be so rude. Then I'll wait for you for a while, and you'd better call over everyone you can talk to in Hell's Kitchen. I can do a magic trick for you."

"ok ok I'm not a gangster, and I have no interest in your so-called territory. Mr. School Director, today's matter has nothing to do with territory, I promise."

After hanging up the phone, a short, fat, bald Irishman with a rosy nose came trotting over.

Alvin knew him, the boss of the street, his name was Clark Gable. One-third of the counterfeit shoes sold in New York are through his hands.

Although his appearance ruined such a good name, he was not a bad person. At least Alvin had never heard that he had done anything particularly evil.

Clark trotted up to Alvin, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully invited Alvin to an Irish bar.

The bar was not open yet, so Clark sent him away. The bar owner, who was also panicked, personally brought Alvin a cup of coffee.

Alvin smiled and looked at Clark, who was standing aside like a waiter, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Gable, I'm not here to cause trouble today. Please sit down, we still have time to chat. , and maybe we can do some business.”

Clark was stunned for a moment. He was actually a businessman, but companies selling fake goods were illegal in the United States, so he led a group of guys who were more like factory security guards than gangsters and set up shop on 27th Street. Rooted.

In fact, Clark didn't hate Alvin. Sometimes he wished that there was a giant wolf wandering on his street. In this way, he can save a lot of money on raising thugs.

Driven by a businessman's instinct, Clark asked: "I wonder if Boss Alvin has any good business, come and take care of me."

Alvin rubbed his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Clark, you know community schools, right?" Clark nodded, and then said: "Our children don't have suitable school uniforms yet, which is very detrimental to establishing the reputation of our school." Image. You are in the clothing, shoes and hats business, so you should understand that this is a good deal."

What's not to understand? This deal is too good. There are more than 1,000 and nearly 2,000 children in a school. Each winter and summer school uniform consists of two pieces and is changed once a year.

Everyone knows that Boss Alvin is a fair man. This is not a business deal. This is sending money.

Clark excitedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and without asking what price Alvin would give him, he decided to continue the business even if he lost a little. But the school uniforms must be branded "Gabo". If the school teachers need them, I can also make suits. And I have never heard of Alvin letting anyone suffer in business. The guy who delivers materials to his restaurant gets cash every time.

"Tomorrow, Boss Alvin, tomorrow I will go to your store with samples to find you. As long as there are styles in the world, I have them all here. My second son is in the 7th grade at school. He is the school football player. The defensive end of the team and the clothes and shoes of the school's football team are all sponsored by me. You can rest assured that I will give you the best materials."

Alvin nodded with a smile. He had some mature thoughts about the appearance of the school uniform, that is, the students might not like it too much.

Without talking, Alvin waited with peace of mind for Kingpin to come over. He had to kill two vampires in front of them in order to dispel the doubts of these rustic gangsters and let him wander around their territory with the big dog.

Soon the door of the bar was pushed open, and a large group of people walked in noisily. The leader was a fat black man who was two meters tall and weighed over 150 kilograms.

The last time such a neat gathering of gang bosses was during the last community school "principal election."

Kingpin wore a gold suit with a green shirt underneath. The shiny bald head looked like it had just been waxed, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the doorway. This New York underground boss is surprisingly honest in appearance, with big eyes, a big nose, and thick lips. If he changes into work clothes, he looks more like an honest farmer than a gang boss.

Jin Bing held a walking stick with a large gem inlaid on the top. It was very impressive. He waved his hand and told the people behind him to spread out and sit down.

He took heavy steps, making the floor of the bar creak loudly. The beast-like Kingpin ignored the poor chair's protests and sat on it. Silently looking at Alvin, waiting to see what he could say

He was afraid of Alvin because he knew that Alvin had some strange abilities that could kill him at any time. But he can't back down. He is the underground boss of this city. If he backs down, other ambitious gangs will be like sharks that smell blood, pounce on him and eat him clean.

In fact, Alvin admired Kingpin, a guy who stepped on the corpses and blood of his opponents all the way from Hell's Kitchen to climb to the position of an underground boss in New York. He always knew what he should do, no matter the consequences.

Just like now, even if he knew that offending Alvin would not bring good results, he would still sit in front of Alvin and negotiate with him. Because losing his status is more terrifying to him than losing his life.

Maybe this is the characteristic of successful people from Hell's Kitchen. I may be bad, but I have strong bones

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