Druid in Marvel

Alvin looked at the quarrel between Beckett and the two old gangsters Old Bud and Pluto with a bit of fun.

It's really interesting to see a beautiful policewoman who looks like a supermodel squaring off with two evil gangsters over a gun.

Old Bud is not a wealthy man, and every gun is money to him. Of course, he understands that once a gun is registered, it only has a decorative function. Therefore, he tried his best to stand in front of Beckett and asked the younger brothers behind him to quickly hide some of them.

Beckett was not too impatient at this time. Her purpose was not the guns in front of her, but to make the people here adapt to what she might do in the future. It seems to be working pretty well now.

Alvin smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked to the door of the coffee shop, glancing at the corpses on the ground. I called Erica Sloan, the CIA's deputy director, and asked her to arrange for someone to clean up the mess.

The CIA must have people around here. I've already helped a lot. There's no reason why I have to do this kind of thing like collecting corpses in broad daylight.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of hanging up the phone, the entire street was blocked off at both ends, and several trucks began to move in to collect the bodies. This group of people actually drove a brand-new water sprinkler truck, and while collecting the bodies, they also washed the ground clean.

Alvin shook his head and sighed, a professional is a professional.

"Young man, what's your name? I think I have to remember my savior." The white-haired old man came behind Alvin at some point, holding a ridiculous 500 ml coffee cup in his hand.

Alvin glanced at the white-haired old man and was very satisfied with the tattooed boy's approach. The coffee filled with a large beer mug must be very expensive.

This is a small punishment from a future father-in-law to such a poor soul's passionate seed.

Alvin pointed to the coffee in the white-haired old man's hand and said with a smile: "How is the coffee? I guess this must be the best coffee in this cafe. Generally speaking, the most expensive one is the best, haha

I am Alvin Ye, you can call me Alvin, I think you might not want to remember me, haha."

The white-haired old man held up the "coffee cup" with a wry smile, took a sip, and said: "It is indeed 80 yuan for a cup of instant coffee, haha

Alvin, I never carry money with me. Can you tell them? I will send the money tomorrow.

Otherwise, I will have to ask my son to send money. This will make me embarrassed, please help Alvin.”

As he spoke, the white-haired old man looked back at the tattooed man who served himself a cup of 500ml instant coffee, and said with a smile: "That young man is very enthusiastic and energetic."

Alvin looked at the optimistic old man with a chuckle. He didn't mean to embarrass the old man. In fact, he was just joking. The old guy's attitude of treating his father-in-law like nothing in the world really deserves a beating.

After taking a look at the messy scene and the old man's pickup truck that should have entered the garbage dump long ago, Alvin shook his head and said with a smile: "You'd better ask your son to come pick you up. You are probably not a local." , drinking Bawang coffee here is not a good choice, haha”

The white-haired old man glanced at the coffee in his hand depressedly, then looked back at his still charming wife who was curiously looking at everything in the cafe.

With a long sigh, the old man said helplessly: "I came here quietly. My son found a girl here and didn't want to go home. I came to see how that girl is doing."

Alvin looked at this old man with disdain, you are a poor man yourself, and you actually dare to dislike your son's girlfriend.

The white-haired old man looked at Alvin's expression and didn't pay too much attention. Instead, he said: "I don't care about that girl, but I want to see if my son has changed here. He has his responsibilities."

Alvin looked at the old man with contempt and said with a smile: "You are a poor guy who doesn't have a single coffee money. You talk as if you have such a big career that your son needs to inherit it."

As he spoke, Alvin took out the phone and handed it to the old man, and said: "Hurry up, call your son and ask him to pick you up. To be honest, if your son finds a girl from Hell's Kitchen, you will be lucky."

The white-haired old man looked at the phone handed over by Alvin, smiled helplessly, and said: "I don't have my son's phone number, I only know