Chapter 1186 Gift

John Wicker climbed out of the big bed in his Docklands mansion early in the morning and made himself a pot of coffee...

This big house was on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, not a very good location, and the large construction site in the dock area made the surrounding environment terrible.

But John Wigger is quite satisfied with this. Since he spent all his savings and drew a clear line with the Continental Hotel, his whole life has become easier.

Today there is a hunt by the Mutant Guild. A group of unregistered mutants who fled to New York from other states robbed a bank.

Duke and others from the emergency team fought against these mutants, but they still managed to escape.

Follow-up pursuits are not what Duke and his team are good at. The mission of the emergency team has always been to chew hard bones, rather than chasing the target around.

Ordinary police officers couldn't deal with these mutants. Finally, Director George issued a wanted warrant and called the Mutant Guild for help.

Dahlia walked out of the bedroom wearing a shirt. This sexy girl walked quietly behind the shirtless John Wicker, hugged his waist tightly, and then pressed her cheek against his full body. Scarred back...

John Wigger turned his head and glanced at Dalia. The slightly dull man hesitated, poured two cups of coffee and said to Dalia: "You look like you need a cup, it will make you wake up a little bit." !”

Dahlia seemed to be very used to John Wigger's incomprehensible style. She rubbed against John lazily a few times, then stretched out and showed John what should be exposed and what should not be exposed. Then he walked back to the bedroom charmingly...

When she turned the corner, Dalia turned around and said with a smile, holding on to the door frame: "Remember to come back early, I am going to attend a fashionable cocktail party in the evening and need the protection of a gentleman.

Oh, you have really good taste in those suits..."

John Wigger took a sip of bitter coffee, nodded with a smile, and said: "I'll try my best, I may be a little busy today, but I will definitely come back to pick you up before 7 o'clock...

Are you sure wearing a bulletproof suit to accompany you to the cocktail party is an appropriate choice? "

Dahlia smiled charmingly after hearing this. She looked at John's strong upper body and said, "Remember to bring your gun..."

After hearing this, John Wigger shook his head and laughed, picked up the coffee and walked to the dining table, where there was the breakfast he had prepared. Dalia's occasional "vulgar jokes" were actually very interesting, but this kind of joke should not be made too often, because it consumes the kidneys...

Just when Dahlia was a little dissatisfied with John's reaction and wanted to find a sense of presence, a figure fell upside down from the window outside the house, and then hung in the air...

"Dang Dang Dang..."

As soon as there was a noise on the window, John Wigger took out a pistol from under the dining table and pointed it at that location...

The one who had a bigger reaction than John Wigger was Daria, who was only wearing a shirt...

This shrewd beautiful woman picked up a vase and smashed it against the window, then yelled at the figure hanging upside down, "Peter Parker, you little bastard is dead..."

How dare you come here and peep?

Does your Gwen know you have this hobby? "

As Dahlia looked out the window, Parker let go of the spider silk in his hand and dropped it to the ground, holding a small cardboard box and begging for mercy to herself...

Dahlia, who had been shocked just now, could not make him feel better. She returned to the room and put on a pajamas. Then she took out her mobile phone and found Frank's number. She gestured to Peter and pressed the dial button. …

John Wigger looked at Peter who was jumping anxiously outside the window. He put away his pistol in a funny way, then walked to the window and opened the French window, and said with a smile: "If you want to be a guest, the best choice is to go through the front door..."

Peter, who was not very familiar with John Wigger, handed him the cardboard box in his hand in embarrassment, then turned his head to Dalia and jumped up and shouted: "Hey, Dalia!

I just arrived and I didn’t see anything!

It was Principal Alvin who asked me to give John a gift...

I thought you would like it, so I speeded up a bit...

Can you put down the phone? Uncle Ben and I promised that we will never go into solitary confinement again this year..."

Dahlia sneered after hearing this, shook her phone, and then said in a slightly lower voice: "Hey, Frank, that Peter Parker in your school actually learned how to voyeur...

What? What did he see?

Are you sure you want me to repeat it? What do you think I can do with Witkey? "

Peter looked at Dalia's confusing slander in horror. He spread his hands to John Wicker in despair and said, "Man, your girlfriend is crazy!

Ever since Harry and I stole her dog once, she's been giving us trouble..."

After hearing this, John Wigger looked back at Dahlia admiringly, then smiled at Peter and said: "If that's the case, I think there's something wrong with her.

Next time I will remind her that the means of revenge should not be so gentle..."

Facing two men and women who were equally insane, Peter sighed helplessly and said: "Man, seeing as I am running errands for Principal Alvin, please help me beg for mercy later..."

I can still handle Frank, but Dalia will definitely call Gwen again. My girlfriend’s temper is not very good, and her father’s temper is even worse..."

John Wigger ignored Peter's plea for mercy. He was not familiar with Peter. Of course he was on the side of his girlfriend at this time, especially since Peter seemed to have a history of abusing dogs, so he was even less worthy of sympathy...

Putting the cardboard box in his hand on the dining table, John Wigger tore open the package and found two fat red dogs curled up inside...

Judging from the suspected vomit hanging at the corners of their mouths, they must have been uncomfortable on the way here just now.

John Wigger carefully took out the two red puppies and put them on the dining table. He took two small dishes and filled them with shallow water and placed them in front of the two dogs. Then he took out a note from the box...

“I heard that you like dogs very much, so I’ll give you two hellhounds!

Figure out how to use the ‘dog flute’ in the box~

They don't eat too much, and about 10 kilograms of fresh meat steaks every day can meet their needs.

Of course, their appetite may be better when they grow up, but a tough guy needs to raise a fierce dog. You will like it...

If your salary is not enough, they will give you more motivation to work.

Your faithful friend, Alvin! "

John Wigger put down the note in his hand in a funny way. He looked at the two red short-haired hellhounds on the dining table. He couldn't tell that they could eat 10 kilograms of fresh meat a day. They didn't even look like 10 kilograms themselves. …

The two hellhounds drank two mouthfuls of water and regained their energy a little. They sniffled and crawled to the breakfast place prepared by John Wigger, and ate a few fried eggs and toast in a few seconds.

Then the pair of very spiritual hellhounds let out a low roar at John Wigger, as if urging the Two-legged monster in front of him to quickly find something to eat for himself...

Half an hour later...

John Wigger drove his old muscle car in the direction of the Mutant Guild and dialed Cassel's phone: "'Scribe,' I need a little help!

Find someone to help me locate the mutant fugitives, and I'll catch them...

How much is the reward offered by the NYPD? "

…………

The location of the school gate at the same time...

The concierge Sarakov (played by a book club) dragging a mechanical leg watched Domingo playing with two red puppies irritably...

After pouring some vodka into the coffee cup, Sarakov looked at Domingo with a bit of fun and said: "Boss, you can't do this. They are here to watch the door. Let the canteen get some fresh offal to feed them." The right choice.

This is the first time I saw someone buying dog food to feed hellhounds..."

As he spoke, Sarakov took a sip of coffee mixed with vodka, then stood up and kicked the two hellhounds twice with his simple mechanical legs, shouting: "Go away and lie down, otherwise I will make you hungry." With..."

Domingo stamped his feet at the two grinning red puppies, and then used his more terrifying appearance to intimidate them.

Then the man who had lost his patience slapped a red whistle into Sarakov's arms and said: "They are handed over to you. Just follow your instructions and go to the kitchen to find something for them to eat." …

Principal Alvin is posing a problem for us. Why is there a need for such things as hellhounds here?

Besides, it looks like they can't do anything..."

Sarakov fiddled with the red whistle twice and said with a smile: "Then leave it to me, don't regret it in the future!

When I lived with my grandfather in Siberia, he had several good dogs, and those dogs saved my life several times.

These are two good dogs. Once trained, they are much more useful than so-called monitors. "

Domingo glanced at Sarakov indifferently. This unfortunate guy turned out to be Alexei's subordinate. He lost a leg to protect his wife and children when the devil invaded.

When he drove into school with his wife and children dragging a broken leg, everyone thought he was a man.

Enthusiastic JJ took him to the hospital for treatment. Although his life was saved, one leg was missing...

Alexey is a pretty good boss. This guy abandoned his own boss and ran away to save his wife and children. The old rhinoceros didn't take it seriously.

But it’s impossible to keep him by your side. That would be unfair to those loyal guys...

So Alexey brought a gift to Alvin for help, and placed the unfortunate guy in the school as a concierge.

Domingo trusted Sarakov because his child was in fifth grade at the school and his wife helped in the school cafeteria.

It's thanks to this guy that today's security guards can have hot soup whenever they're on duty at night.

In Domingo's view, Sarakov has many advantages, but he is always obsessed with his disability. In this regard, he is not even as good as Nick, the naughty kid.

If the new job of raising a dog can let him relax a little, it is also a good choice.

Most importantly, these two ugly red dogs are so annoying!