Chapter 278 Nuclear Powered Flying Sword

Early in the morning, Alvin was sitting at the door of the restaurant with a glass of milk in his arms, with his arms hanging and a pig's head on his head, but a refreshed Shangqi was cleaning the restaurant there.

The two devastating blows suffered by the Peace Hotel came from this kid. This is so annoying,

Ginny and Nick got up early in the morning, and followed Shangqi's ass to make trouble, shouting "Master Shangqi, Master Shangqi", as if they wanted to learn from a master, regardless of whether this master Shangqi was killed yesterday. What a beating.

Yesterday was Friday, and after the opening ceremony, there were still two days of rest before the class officially started.

Peter ran over in the morning, coyly helping the injured Shang-chi clean up the restaurant that seemed to have been blown by a hurricane.

Judging by his appearance, he also looks like he wants to formally become a teacher. Last night, the angry Shang-Qi's full firepower was indeed very fierce, and the power to break mountains and rocks with every gesture was also amazing.

But being beaten up by an even more powerful fat cook, fast for fast, hard for hard, is it really okay for you to still worship him so much?

Although the fat cook walked with his waist supported on his eyes when he left at the end, it was a bit difficult to walk, but judging from the final result, it mainly depends on his face, it would be too miserable to lose in Shangqi!

"Boy, you have to hurry up. If my restaurant is closed before noon, you can say goodbye to your next month's salary." Alvin was very dissatisfied with Shang-Chi's work attitude, and talked to Peter while working. What are you doing flirting with?

Even if you are lazy, you don’t care about it. When I don’t know that your arm is fine? You want to gain sympathy by pretending to be the wounded with your arm hanging, you are probably thinking too much!

Annoyed, he rolled his eyes at Peter, sighed, and untied the straps that hung his arms, speeding up the cleaning. There were still a few tables that could be salvaged, so as to reduce his own losses!

The boss never jokes about deducting salary!

Yesterday's battle made him feel extremely happy, and the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for several months was finally swept away.

Shangqi knew what his father did, but he didn't think it was unacceptable that his father was caught and shot! There is no good end for being a gangster, this is what my father told him since he was a child, and his father never let him get in touch with things in the world.

Shang-Chi is only full of resentment towards Huang Bingyi, this friend of his dead father, and after all, he feels that the surname Huang is not loyal. He needs to vent, and yesterday he was venting!

Lao Cheng, who was selling breakfast, glanced back at his son Jia Wen, and saw that he was envious and adoring Shang Qi, so he couldn't help but get angry.

He slapped Jiawen viciously on the neck, and said, "Work! What are you looking at! What's the use of being skilled in today's society? Do you still need to be able to beat a waiter? Brain, brain is more important! Relying on fists You can't make real money."

Alvin laughed, and said to Jiawen, who was still a little unconvinced: "Your father is right, brains are more important than fists, think about it yourself, do you want to be Stark, or want to be Shang-Chi?" ?

Of course, Stark is unique, but you should understand the general meaning, right?

It is definitely impossible to find a reliable girlfriend by relying on fists, those are bad girls!

Of course, I am an exception! My girlfriend is also an exception! "

Speaking of which, Alvin blinked gratefully at Lao Cheng, turned his head and looked at Fox who was walking towards him with a smile!

Fox pursed his lips, raised one eyebrow, looked at Alvin with a half-smile, and said, "Am I a bad girl?"

Alvin laughed, put the milk in his hand aside, put his arms around Fox's waist and kissed her on the face, and said, "Of course, bad guys need bad girls! I'm a bad guy, and bad girls are just right for me!"

Fox stared at Alvin with a half-smile, then smiled with satisfaction, gave Alvin a reward kiss, said hello to Lao Cheng, and went to the flower shop!

Alvin let out a long sigh of relief, you see, women are like this, they don't need too many reasons to trouble you. They are able to cut the beginning and end of a sentence and leave only the bad one.

As someone who has experienced it, Alvin clearly knows that at this time, don't defend yourself, and don't explain anything. The girls know what's going on. Maybe they're not looking for trouble at all, they just want affirmation from you, or a sweet word.

Of course, there must be those who just want to make trouble. At that time, you will either have bad luck with your wallet or bad luck with people. Anyway, this "trouble" is licked back by yourself! what to do?

Alvin watched Fox go away, and spread his hands with Lao Cheng who gave him a thumbs up.

Looking back with a sad face, he watched little Ginny swinging around the restaurant in the form of Tarzan, and Nick, wearing those special shoes, jumped three feet high and chased after Ginny.

The little girl is not afraid of falling, because there are always two big dogs licking their tongues who will back him up.

Peter shyly wanted to hide himself in a corner where Alvin couldn't see. Whenever this time, he would always become the target of Principal Alvin's anger.

Stark stood up from the bar with a chicken nest on his head, and rubbed his waist. When Pepper left yesterday, he ignored him and left him in the restaurant. This guy got drunk and fell asleep on the floor inside the bar.

After catching Ginny who was swinging towards him, Stark wanted to kiss Ginny's face happily, but the little girl blocked Stark's face with her hands in disgust, and yelled: " Help, it stinks!"

Stark laughed, and leaned over to kiss him. The little girl sighed and shot out a spider thread, pulled herself out of Stark's arms, swung towards Alvin, and yelled, "Dad , Stark stinks!"

Alvin caught little Ginny, spanked her little ass twice, stared at the web launcher on Ginny's wrist, and then gave Peter a murderous eye. It's so annoying, a good little girl has become a little monkey, so what is his father?

Little Ginny noticed that her father's eyes were wrong, so she quickly put both arms around her father's neck, wanting to kiss and hug her!

Alvin sighed helplessly, put Ginny on the ground, squatted in front of Ginny, pointed to the spider silk launcher on her wrist, and said softly: "You can only play at home, okay? It's too high outside, dangerous!"

The little girl nodded happily, kissed her father on the face, "giggled" and fired a spider thread, pulling it towards Nick by herself.

Stark approached Alvin with an ugly face, and said angrily, "Why am I sleeping on the ground? I feel like I can't move my waist now!"

Alvin looked at Stark with contempt, and said, "Then where do you want to sleep? Dude, seriously, go and coax Pepper, or you will have more unlucky days in the future!"

Someone sent me a "flying sword" early this morning. We saw it on the yacht of SHIELD. Please help me look at it later. I don't know how to use that thing! "

Stark rubbed his face, ran to the old-fashioned breakfast stall, asked for a cup of soy milk to pour himself down, sighed comfortably, turned to Alvin and said, "Then don't wait, take me back Manor on Long Island. I feel like I stink now too!"

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In Stark's manor, Alvin watched with distress as Stark used a machine to dismantle the precious scrapped alien flying sword, and then asked Jarvis to analyze it.

Alvin couldn't understand the various data on the screen in front of Stark at all, he just complained and said: "If you can't assemble it in the end, I will tear your bones apart, you bastard is too hasty !"

Stark turned his head and rolled his eyes, looked at Alvin with contempt, and said, "How did you bastard become the principal?

That thing is very interesting, but there are only two key points, a brainwave transmitter and a brainwave receiver. The pulse power built into that toy flying sword is not a high-end product.

You just need to tell me now, what shape of weapon do you want?

I still have a little "vibration gold" left by my father in the past, which is the material used for the shield that Steve used to use. It should be enough to make a flying sword for you.

Have you heard of the nuclear power vibrating gold flying sword? Are you scared? "