Chapter 195 Russell's "Illusion"

By the time Alvin and Stark rushed to the sewers, the battle here had been over for a while.

JJ stood on the edge of a large rock, squinting at Russell standing in the middle of a pile of corpses with a lazy expression.

Russell glanced at JJ, grinned brightly, and said, "Hey man, why are you staring at me? You're in love with me?"

Frank, who was watching along the edge of the underground space, listened, shook his head, and glanced at Russell, this is a bastard, but he is excellent!

JJ gestured at his stout arm, looked at Russell defiantly, and said, "Don't let me beat you, or you'll be lying on Dr. Eason's operating table! Asshole!"

Russell put the pistol in his waist, moved his neck, and smiled happily: "Then try, I miss that bar!"

Steve was helping the staff of the Stark Group to move things, and the outdated guard was a little dizzy from those complicated instruments.

When Steve saw JJ and Russell showing signs of being there, he exclaimed impatiently, "For God's sake, can you come and do me a favor, there's a lot of work here, why can't you save it? Work hard, and I'll be the referee for you when you get back to the ground."

Alvin helped Stark, who had taken off the Mark 5, to the underground space, and kept saying, "You bastard's body is really bad, why don't you wear the Mark 5, you are like a disabled person without it."

Stark pouted and said angrily: "I only produced two sets of Mark 5, this set is stepping on shit, I can say goodbye to Mark 5, I don't have that kind of material."

Alvin couldn't understand the world of local tyrants, so he couldn't understand Stark's brain circuit. He walked to the open space and saw the hands of the Stark group not far away. Alvin released Stark and clapped his hands. Said, "Okay, man, you can get to work and find the damn keel. You can bring two back to make soup if you need it."

Stark tidied up his suit, glanced at Alvin who looked like a turtle with contempt, and walked to his hands, muttering, "No culture, very scary!"

Alvin ignored Stark's contemptuous eyes, and it was not ashamed to be despised by a super scholar like Stark.

Beckoning to say hello to Russell, Alvin looked at Russell's brand-new suit and said with a smile: "Man, it seems that there is indeed a problem with S.H.I.E.L.D., you just waste taxpayers' money?"

Russell tidied up the collar of his suit proudly, gave JJ his middle finger, and said with a smile, "My salary is not bad, especially since my department has no extra expenses, so our funds are very sufficient."

Alvin walked over and shook hands with Russell, and said with a smile: "I thought all the heads of departments would always complain about insufficient funds. It seems that you are an exception and you are very good. I want to thank you for today's affairs!"

Russell shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Other people's jobs are very troublesome, but mine is very simple. There are only so many special creatures I have registered here." The thumb and index finger of the right hand draw an almost negligible thickness.

Alvin looked at the thickness of his gestures, and felt that if it weren't for Sprint and the little turtles yesterday, this thickness might not exist.

This is a hard-hearted bastard! He treats all abnormal creatures as enemies, no wonder his job is relatively simple, find it, track it, find it, and usually end with killing it, very simple! Judging by how unfamiliar he is with the computer, this guy might even omit the report sometimes!

Alvin looked at a group of heavily armed and armed field agents not far away, looked at Russell in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's quite dangerous to be a xenogeneic creature on Earth!"

Russell raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, and said, "Every country has special departments to deal with this kind of thing, and I will only deal with the worst!"

Alvin ignored this guy's bragging. You were almost beaten to death yesterday, and you escaped by relying on an old rat. Are you interested in bragging with me now?

Russell gave a perfunctory thumbs up, and Alvin said with a smile, "Then the matter here is over? What will you do next? Just watch those monsters continue to stay in the sewers?"

Russell shrugged his shoulders, frowned, and said sarcastically, "I'll go back and talk to our Chief Fury first. I want to see what's going on in this son of a bitch's head?

I used the SHIELD NYC field team this time, I'm going back to write a dozen reports, maybe I can kick the one-eyed ass and give myself some trouble, and then I can stop writing that shit son. I can't use a fucking computer at all! "

Alvin nodded in agreement, happy to see Nick Fury unlucky. Glancing at Stark, who was busy at the edge of the underground space, he said to Russell, "Man, you have helped a lot, you can go to my restaurant for a drink when you are free."

Russell spread his hands, tilted his head and said, "I thought you would prepare a VIP seat for me!"

Alvin laughed, bumped his fists with Russell, and said, "You are dreaming, wake up, there is no free tradition in Hell's Kitchen, but I will keep a few bottles of good whiskey for you, old William's collection , come and drink it when you have time."

After speaking, Alvin turned around and walked towards Stark. Seeing how lively it was there, it was estimated that he had found something.

Russell was already about to leave, but seeing that Stark might have discovered something, he couldn't help but ask Alvin, "What exactly is the Hand Society looking for? Can you tell me?"

Alvin glanced back at Russell and said with a smile: "I decided to dig up something that can make people immortal, and then find a place to hide it, or maybe someone will come to the school. trouble. I am most afraid of trouble!"

When Russell heard the word "immortality", he was not interested in what he might find here. His biggest enemy at present was a race that could live forever, and he had no interest in immortality.

Shaking his head, Russell beckoned his colleagues to leave here with him, leaving the job of cleaning the battlefield to the master here!

On the way, a tall masked field agent approached Russell and asked a little strangely: "We just left? The things that the people of the Accord have spent so much energy trying to get must be very precious. We should put Bring that thing back to S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Russell looked like an idiot, glanced at the tall field agent, and said sarcastically, "You want me to grab something from Alvin and Stark on Alvin's territory?

The brain is a good thing, why can't I find it in you?

Are the field workers in the New York branch of your level? How did you survive?

Brock Rumlow, we are not friends, but for the sake of colleagues, I advise you not to trouble Alvin.

Don't let him be a problem, that's what we should think about. "

Brock cast a glance at Russell, grinned, and smiled a little grimly, "Dead people are not troubles, I am the one who specializes in solving troubles!"

Russell ignored Brock, just gave him a middle finger, and said indifferently: "You can try, I don't care, I just think that there are too many idiots in S.H.I.E.L.D. now, which makes me a little uncomfortable!

Or is this all my delusion? "

I was so happy yesterday, I was drunk and lost my temper

I haven't been this happy in a long time

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