Chapter 1083 The Demon Hunter Bar

As a competent union president, Alvin stayed at the union door until the afternoon.

Colson came here with several of his men to pick up Calvin Johnson.

Then Skye was held by the neck by John Witness and sent to the basement. He pinched his nose and received a mutation certificate that said "Humanoid Oscillator, Class E"...

Duke came out of the basement satisfied. He found a few guys among these registered mutants who were willing to serve the New York Police Force.

This time, Brother Duke has relaxed the requirements. Mutants do not have to be front-line combatants. Some weird abilities are actually much more useful than those that set fire and discharge.

For example, there is a girl with spikes on her ears who can use ultrasound to scan and locate the internal structure of a room from dozens of meters away.

This is so awesome. Facing complex terrain and changeable battles, having her is equivalent to giving everyone an extra pair of eyes...

Seeing Duke holding a handwritten contract and handing it to Director George to sign on-site for the shy girl to sign in the office, Alvin smiled and bumped fists with Duke and said: "This is a good start, remember Be nice to her, or I will find a lawyer to complain against you..."

After hearing this, Duke nodded proudly, and then looked at a short and fat Mexican behind the girl he recruited with a somewhat lewd expression. He smiled and said, "Guess what his ability is? "

Alvin squinted at Duke, who had a somewhat vulgar expression. He glanced at the fat man who looked like he was selling burritos, and said, "If you tell me that his ability is clairvoyance, I will go and get him right away." Gouged out his eyeballs..."

Duke was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Fox and Pepper who were chatting together. He laughed and said, "It's impossible. Although this is really a powerful ability, it's probably very difficult. Live long...

I gave this guy the nickname ‘Wolf Defender’…

He can secrete capsaicin by himself and then spray it out. A succubus was hit by him just now, and now he is still screaming in the bathroom..."

Alvin glanced at the little fat black man who was a little amused, and said with a smile: "How can he squirt out..."

Duke smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Either hiccups, or..."

As he spoke, Duke glanced at the fat man's butt, then spread his hands and said, "But it doesn't matter, we will adapt.

He is the best tear gas. With him, we don’t need to attack the enemy at all..."

Alvin fantasized about the fat little black man squatting at the air inlet of the air conditioner and farting. He smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "What the hell is this ability called?

Could it be that his spiciness still attracts people? "

Duke smiled nonchalantly and said, "We are always on the offensive side, and gas masks are our standard equipment.

After the beating, hiring a washer is cheaper than using gas bombs, and it’s more effective..."

Alvin nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "The ability to deal with the succubus is indeed worth investing in. You bastard finally figured it out...

You must know that you are now the most unwelcome guest in the Witcher Bar, because the guys you expelled say bad things about you there every day..."

After hearing this, Duke glanced at the Demon Hunter Bar that had opened next to him with a little regret. He shook his head and said helplessly: "Those guys are very powerful, but what we need more is team spirit.

Director George will go crazy if he licenses an unscrupulous Hollywood movie-style 'killer'..."

Alvin nodded in agreement. It is the responsibility of everyone to let people with too much personality leave their posts within the system!

Personality and charisma are double-edged swords. Not many people can achieve the level of Steve Rogers, and even fewer people can restrain their desires after success...

There were so many talented and strategic emperors in the history of China, but not many of them lived happily in their later years...

Let the system promote the progress of human society. While human beings are progressing, the system is also evolving on its own. This is the best way.

Of course, this is an ideal situation, and it can also be called bullshit.

After all, people are the ones who do things. Those systems, beliefs, and other rules that regulate human behavior that can continue to be recognized by many people today, most of the imperfections in them are caused by human flaws...

But this is also the complex and interesting thing about human beings. Without individuality, everyone is the same. There is only one "correct answer" to all questions. What's the point?

The collision between various individual ideas and the collision between individual characters created great history and the long history of human civilization...

Of course, the thought of "If you don't believe me, you are my enemy" is not allowed...

Culture and beliefs themselves are personal things. This is not mathematics. If you insist on using it to force others to believe it, it will be a bit...

Nowadays, many so-called successful people have more or less similar problems. They spread some almost unreplicable paths to success as philosophy...

In fact, if you compare the amount of wealth, you will know that successful people have different personalities, but if you compare the personal wealth of their respective fans with the personal wealth of their opponents at the same level, you will know...

What is being touted is actually not the so-called philosophy of success, but legendary stories...

What’s even more bizarre is that often the big guys get along well with each other, but on the contrary, their fans are tit-for-tat with each other, using legendary stories as their life creed...

Fortunately, there is no such problem in Hell's Kitchen now. Most of the people here are struggling on the poverty line.

It’s useless no matter how much personality you have. Even if God comes, if you can buy me a drink, I can listen to you blowing for a few hours, and then go to work on the dock the next day...

Help you quarrel or fight for you? It doesn't exist. I have to eat first...

Alvin glanced at the Witcher Bar not far away, which is now the gathering place for the most unique group of people in Hell's Kitchen...

Many "losers" or young people seeking excitement who have some ability but can't find a place in society like to gather there...

But it's not easy to get a fixed seat there...

Glancing at Stark who was looking around, Alvin winked at him and said with a smile: "I'll treat you to a drink, and then you go home and take care of the children, and by the way, think about what to bring to fight on an alien planet. …”

Stark glanced at Pepper. The two big bumps on the head that Miss Ginny had enthusiastically made for little Morgan made her motherly nature return...

Although little Morgan is still being held by Alita, as long as little Ginny's attention is still on her sister, the mother will never dare to look away...

Alvin saw what Stark was thinking. He smiled and walked up to Fox and whispered a few words to her. Then, the "ferocious" principal's wife left a striking lip mark on his face...

Seeing Fox, who was still in a state of turmoil just now, pulling Hela and Pepper, leading the children out of here first, Alvin smiled, spread his hands to Stark, and said, "Come on, just relax! "

As he spoke, Alvin looked at John Wicker, who had been guarding the door, and said with a smile: "Man, I'll treat you to a drink. I think your temperament is very similar to that of a witcher..."

Director George didn't have time to go to the bar with Alvin and the others to fool around. He pulled Duke, who was about to make a move, and led the two newcomers out of here.

It was getting late when Alvin walked into the Witcher Bar...

This place is a little different from ordinary bars. First of all, the lights are much brighter...

Everyone can see where you put your hands, which makes you feel safer...

The witcher bar, which has a primitive decoration style, has a circle of booths set up along the walls, and the heavy log dining table and sofas are fixed to the ground.

In the center of the bar is a huge round bar. Six succubi who don't like to wear clothes are guarding the bar. The lazy and sexy music of Mondo Bongo makes the place full of hormones...

The log tables and chairs neatly placed around the bar were polished spotlessly. It was the blood stains that penetrated into the wood grain of the wooden tables and chairs that made them a bit off-putting, but at the same time, they could also feel the true style of this place...

When Alvin came in, the booths were almost full, and in every seat there was a domineering boss leading a group of younger guys drinking hard...

As Alvin walked to the bar and sat down, several hormonal succubi suddenly became serious, and the atmosphere in the entire bar instantly became quiet...

Alvin looked around the bar, glanced at the big shots in every corner, smiled and said to Stark: "I kind of like it here, it has a dangerous flavor that my restaurant doesn't have at all.

Usually the big guys in the gray area will be entrenched in a place like this, which matches the temperament of Hell's Kitchen..."

As he spoke, Alvin glanced at the succubus who was standing in front of him, looking very awkward with a straight face. He smiled and shook his head and said: "Don't be like this, I usually don't kill people...

Any recommendations for a stiff drink for me and my buddy? "

The succubus Carmilla is the leader of this group of 13 succubi because she talked to Alvin the most and survived after being captured on the front line of the African Canyon...

At that time, Alvin's cruelty towards demonic creatures was beyond the understanding of these succubi. Those who talked nonsense were chopped down, those who begged for mercy were chopped down, and those who surrendered too happily were also chopped down...

In fact, in the hearts of these succubi, Alvin is far more terrifying than the nobles in hell, which is why they have always kept to themselves!

Camilla nervously knocked over the cocktail shaker for the third time. When she turned around and caught Alvin's impatient gaze, the succubus, who had come from a stormy place, let out a weak leg and lay on the ground "humming." I begged in my hometown dialect...

Alvin faced the strange looks from Stark and John Wick. He touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know what's going on. Every time I see a demon, I have to strike with an ax first." The impulse...

You may not believe it, but killing demons can increase my health and strength! "

As he spoke, Alvin looked at Stark with an expression of "I believe you are a ghost". He spread his hands helplessly and said with a smile: "It may be because of Frank. He collected a lot of trophies in Africa and wanted to Have a 'Demon Defense Class' in school."

Stark glanced at Alvin with disdain. Just when he was about to show his gentlemanly manners and comfort the fallen succubus, a deep male voice came, "It is not a good habit to sympathize with a demon..."