Druid in Marvel

Alvin walked into the lobby of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel wearing a pair of cool-looking tactical sunglasses provided by Stark.

After looking around, Alvin felt a few scrutinizing glances. With a bright smile on his face, he walked to the lounge area and found a free sofa to sit down on.

Shangqi was wearing a suit and ties like an elite assistant to a big boss. When he saw Alvin sitting down, he walked to the front desk carrying a file bag.

Stark had already reserved the presidential suite for them in advance. Shangqi only needed to go to the front desk and state his name to get the key.

Alvin sat on the sofa, took out a cigar, lit it and took a puff. He listened to Stark's nagging with a smile, "Alvin, I should go to the hotel and let Iron Man sit down." Working for you guys in a fucking van is the stupidest thing you could do.”

Alvin chuckled and said: "Don't be like this, your goal is too obvious. Our goal is to find Anna and get the four warheads. She is here."

Alvin covered his mouth as if he had let something slip, and looked around amateurishly. Several tall guys with obviously erect ears deliberately avoided his sight.

Alvin took a puff of his cigar with some embarrassment and saw that Shangqi had already obtained the room key and was walking towards him under the leadership of a waiter.

Facing the hotel lobby where the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, Alvin stood up quickly, walked over to face the situation, and followed the waiter to his presidential suite in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

After entering the room, Alvin gave the waiter a tip of twenty yuan and sent him away.

Walking to the bar in the presidential suite, Alvin found two bottles of beer, threw one to Shangqi, and said with a smile: "How are my acting skills?"

I guess the agents from other countries will be active. If Anna hides in the hotel, she will soon be unable to stay. "

Stark said mockingly in the headset: "Yes, yes, Alvin, you are very talented as an actor, and you have already booked the Razzie Award for this year.

Why would you come up with such a bad plan? The best thing we can do is wait until we find the woman in action.

What do you use these agents to do? They are just a front in the open. Everyone knows that their real power lies in the dark. "

Alvin took a sip of beer indifferently, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the scenery outside and said with a smile: "Then when can you find her?"

You have taken over the surveillance of the hotel. Have you found any trace of her?

We all know what happened to Duke that morning, so do you think a well-trained terrorist will continue to come to this hotel?"

Stark said in confusion: "Then what do you want to do? Is it interesting to go to an agent gathering place and play a crappy agent?"

Alvin laughed, looked at some suspicious looking guys in an unfinished building opposite, and said: "We don't have time to waste, waiting is not my style.

Now that we have this clue about the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, we have to do something anyway.

That woman met Duke in the morning and she got the upper hand but didn't kill Duke. If you say there was nothing between them, I wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death.

There may be three situations now. First, the woman is here, and now those agents will definitely take action. As long as she is forced out of this hotel, or even just shows her face, we will catch her.

Second, that woman is very smart. After meeting Duke, she felt that this hotel was unsafe, but I guess she still wanted to see if Duke had betrayed her. Sometimes it’s really scary when a woman goes crazy.

But now New York's surveillance system, including the hotel's surveillance system, has all been re-encrypted by you. If she wants the answer, she can only observe it in a secret place.

Frank will mark those secret places suitable for surveillance. You are responsible for keeping an eye on those places. My bird will also cooperate with you, and maybe you will gain something."

Stark was stunned for a few seconds, and said somewhat sarcastically: "This is not like your style, why do I suddenly feel that you have become smarter?"

What is the third point? I’m starting to get a little curious.”

Alvin cursed unhappily: "Fuck you, Stark, I've always been smart, but sometimes I use my brain instead of my fists.

If you could find those people early, you bastard, what would we have to worry about?

The third thing is that all our guesses are just guesses. The woman has never come here at all. She is still hiding in other places.

But what does it matter?

I just sat in the lobby and said a few words. It was all the agents who wanted to cause trouble. I just need to take a rest in the presidential suite. What do I have to lose?"

Stark cursed funny in the communicator and said: "Man, you forgot that Frank, Steve, I, and I are also working, you bastard

Do you want me to call you for a massage?

And how can you guarantee that those agents will believe your words?"

Alvin smiled "hehe" and said: "I am Manhattan Tomahawk, a mecha warrior. Isn't it normal for my agent skills to be lame?

Do those agents still know me?

By the same token, with a little clue, you think they'll let it go

Anyway, we don’t have any other clues. If the woman doesn’t show up, there’s nothing we can do about her.

Now let these professional agents give it a try, and we will wait and see. It is best if there is a harvest, and even if there is no harvest, it is better."

Stark said in a funny tone: "You're not afraid of driving that woman into panic and just detonating the warhead, you bastard."

Alvin said indifferently: "What can I do?

She wanted to detonate the warhead, but she had already done so. Now that Manhattan has been completely blocked, she would definitely not be able to escape if she detonated it here.

I just need to find her now. As long as she can appear in front of me, I will have a way to make her unable to do anything."

Stark laughed and said: "Well you are the boss now, you have the final say

I think we are now like a civil justice organization. Maybe we can think of a louder name for ourselves. What do you think of "Stark Alliance" or "Iron Alliance", I think it is also good."

Alvin smiled and ignored Stark's teasing. In his opinion, there was no need to establish a so-called justice organization.

Because when a group of strongmen forms a so-called justice organization, internal conflicts will inevitably arise.

They are all guys with character, abilities and even faults. How can we all live in complete peace with each other?

Now if you lock Ivan and Stark in a room, you will see that one of them will come out lying down in the end.

And different people will have different views on the same thing. "Justice" sometimes has different definitions in the eyes of different people.

Sometimes this kind of contradiction cannot be reconciled, especially when everyone is capable and confident.

Just like Matt and himself, everyone is considered friends, but everyone has different views on things.

Now is the best situation. If everyone is brought together and faced with different positions and different concepts of doing things, who will compromise and who will give in?

Alvin thinks the best thing to do is for everyone to live the life they want and call their friends when they need help.

Relationships maintained by emotions are much more reliable than relying on an organization's so-called "justice program" that requires everyone to unify their thoughts.

Maybe one day, one person can rely on his own ability to gather a large group of powerful people to form an organization, but Alvin thinks that it will definitely not be him.

Ethan Hunt was sitting in the hotel restaurant. He gently shook the red wine in his hand and looked at the guests in the restaurant with hidden eyes.

Just now, he clearly felt an undercurrent beginning to surge throughout the hotel.

Agents from various countries who had been keeping quiet before began to move around frequently, and it seemed that they had made some important discoveries.

A tall Eastern European man walked up to a middle-aged man who was having a meal and whispered a few words in his ear.

After hearing this, the man stood up and quickly left the restaurant with the tall Eastern European man, heading towards the door of the hotel, where a black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle was parked.

That middle-aged man was a target of Ethan Hunt. He was a black market high-end arms dealer in Eastern Europe named Lyudmila. He mainly engaged in selling high-end arms in stock in Ukraine.

Stored fighter jets, missile systems that are not outdated even now, and other high-value gadgets are all targets of his sales.

Ethan Hunter stood up naturally, told the waiter that he would be back in a while, and then walked naturally towards the bathroom.

Coming to a deserted corridor, Ethan Hunter pressed the communicator and whispered: "Benji, keep an eye on him, don't let him out of your sight."

After speaking, Ethan Hunter took out his phone and dialed Bourne. After the call was connected, Ethan Hunter said softly: "Bourne, the situation has changed, and we may need to act in advance.

We kill the big fish first, and let the small fish go if they can't survive. Can you definitely kill Fernando and Dogo?

You must not admit the wrong person, otherwise I will have no choice but to run for my life. Before the "church" retires, I will never appear in any public place where I may be exposed. "

Bourne was silent for a moment and said: "I saw it, and I thought something must have gone wrong.

If you go to the lobby and take a look now, you will see that your little fish has been "persuaded" to come back.

Do you still need to take action? I will be responsible for killing Fernando and Dogo, and I will send you a small fish by the way."

Ethan Hunter gritted his teeth and said: "Then do it.

I went to find the most important Russian, Igor, who was the most important target of this operation.

There are only three real Russian guests in the hotel room. I hope that the Russian arms dealer Igor is among them.

This is the worst situation I have ever seen and why things suddenly changed and I have no idea why.”

Bourne was leaning against a circular pillar in the hotel lobby, holding the phone in his hand. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Lyudmila who was "persuaded" to turn back. He was walking towards the elevator in panic.

Bourne lowered his head, talking on the phone, and walked towards Ludmila. When the two passed by, a slender steel needle in Bourne's hand ran along Ludmila's ribs. The whole body stabbed in.

It wasn't until Bourne walked more than ten meters away and turned into the coffee shop in the hotel lobby that Lyudmila clutched her chest and collapsed to the ground like a patient having a heart attack.

No one at the scene noticed the ordinary-looking and simple-dressed Bourne who passed Ludmila just now.

A man sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby showed his bare head from behind the newspaper and glanced at Bourne's back as he entered the coffee shop.

Then the bald man in a suit smiled at Ethan Hunt, who was at the corner of a corridor in the distance.