Chapter 350 The Savior of the Bad Guys

Coulson stood at the SHIELD lookout in the apartment across from Alvin's restaurant.

Holding his nose and looking around, Coulson complained helplessly: "Guys, do you feel good living in a garbage dump every day?"

A fat, middle-aged S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stuffed a piece of potato chips into his mouth, chewed it loudly, and said nonchalantly: "Sir, we can't find cleaning staff here, there are only two of us. Who has time to clean when you have to take turns staring at the monitor every day?

You should go take a look at the FBI surveillance point next door. There is only one person there. I think it is already a pigsty. Our place is much better! "

Another young white agent in pajamas, holding a cup of coffee to Coulson, complained: "Sir, when can we be transferred? I'm going crazy here. Everyone here knows who we are, It’s a little more expensive for us to buy a bottle of Coke than anyone else.

What's the point of staring at the door of the restaurant opposite every day?

If Alvin really does something big, we can find out by watching the news. There's no use staring at his door here. One monitor will do the job just fine! "

Coulson looked at these two unlucky colleagues with some embarrassment. Monitoring Alvin was indeed a very boring task. Alvin is here almost every day, and he rarely does anything bad. It's really hard for two agents to watch him live happily every day here!

If Alvin were a supervillain, Coulson would still be able to cheer them up with a sense of purpose, but Alvin is a genuinely good guy in a sense. This made Colson's words of encouragement a bit hard to say.

The experienced Coulson changed the topic and said: "Is there anything strange here recently? I mean things related to Alvin."

The two agents looked at each other and knew that it was impossible to transfer him. The fat agent took another bite of the hot dog and said, "I gained 15 kilograms while working here. Isn't that weird?"

After taking a look at Coulson's somewhat ugly face, the fat white agent sighed and said, "A dozen people died on several nearby streets the night before yesterday. Bill went to check and the dead ones seemed to be all of our colleagues. .

I asked the unfortunate guy next door, and he said he was not from the FBI and that the CIA had no authority to do these things in the United States. People from the Department of Homeland Security will not come to trouble Alvin, and they even want to give Alvin a medal!

I can only guess that there were some outside professionals who wanted to cause trouble for Alvin, but in the end, they were gone! "

Coulson looked at the fat and white agent in surprise, and asked angrily: "Harvey, you should report it, these things are very important!"

The fat white agent Harvey glanced at Coulson and asked nonchalantly: "We have been here for half a year. In the past, whenever there was a situation around here, we would report it to the superiors, but who has paid attention to us?

We had a briefing on what happened the day before yesterday and it seemed like none of you cared. Sir, what do you want to do? "

Colson didn't expect that he would be defeated by the fat white agent at this surveillance point. He said with some embarrassment: "Harvey, the work here is very important! You have been monitoring Alvin for almost half a year. You should know how dangerous he is!" "

Harvey waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Come on! Sir, I know this is work, and I will do my job well.

To be honest, Alvin is not dangerous at all. He is safer than those rich young men who love racing. As long as no one troubles him!

We have monitored many targets, and none of them lived as easily as Alvin did, knowing that they were being monitored.

There are no secrets in the Peace Hotel, or this Alvin would never do anything shameful. He doesn't care about us at all!

Sometimes I even feel that I am not as noble as him, because we live like rats in the sewer. Oh~ no, there really is a big rat. Russell even gave him an ID card. He is living better than us! "

Coulson glanced at the two agents in front of him seriously, turned around, held down his headset, and said in a deep voice: "Hell's Kitchen Watch Point agents Harvey and Bill are suspected of having mental problems. We are sending two people here." .”

Harvey winked at Bill proudly, celebrating that he was about to escape from this damn place.

Before Bill could react, Colson turned around and said to Harvey with a smile: "Brother, try a different approach next time. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as me!"

Harvey laughed, spread his hands, and said: "Actually, what I said is true. I think we are simply wasting our time here.

Becoming his friend and calling him when something happens is much better than what we are doing now. "

Coulson glanced at the restaurant door on the monitor with a wry smile and said, "Yes, this is what I will do next. This is the most difficult task in my life!"

As he said that, Colson turned to Bill and said: "Show me the results of your investigation that day. I want to know where those dead guys came from? These things are very important! Do you know who did it? ?”

Harvey spread his hands and said: "We photographed a cook, a supermarket owner, and an unemployed person outside the restaurant that night. I guess it was them. They are all our neighbors. Do we need to call the police?"

Coulson knew who Harvey was talking about, and he could only sigh. He had reminded Nick Fury before that Alvin was never bait, he was a big shark. He rarely asks why others are causing trouble for him. The big shark always chews first before considering the taste!

Coulson's current responsibility is to stay by the shark's side and carefully persuade the shark to see clearly and chew up the troublesome things so that they can pick up some valuable leftovers.

To a certain extent, Coulson is the savior of those who hide under the water and may come to trouble Alvin! Because Coulson must at least have a neat body to find clues.

………………

While Alvin was drinking with Dr. Ethan, he grabbed the little turtles who wanted to run away.

Looking at the somewhat panicked Michelangelo, Alvin smiled and said, "You little bastard, if I find you looking for Nick again in the middle of the night, I will buy a big pot and come back to stew turtle soup."

Michelangelo's green bean-sized eyes were as big as peanuts, he grinned widely, looked at Alvin somewhat unhappily, and said, "Nick is my friend, I just came to have fun with him!"

Alvin glanced at Michelangelo impatiently and said, "Yes, let's have fun, but not in the middle of the night! Look at Nick's recent transcript. Will you take the exam for him?"

As he spoke, Alvin didn't want to pay attention to the little bastard Michelangelo, and turned to Donatello and asked: "How is Kevin's investigation going? Have you found those people?"

Donatello spread his hands and said: "We found it. Kevin is comparing the information to find the location of those people. His method is not legal and it may take a few days."

Alvin nodded and said: "That's good. If you find your opponent, let me know and I will teach them a lesson they will never forget. Don't act rashly. If they dare to kidnap you, they will definitely have a way to deal with you. "

As he spoke, Alvin waved his hand, signaling these little turtles to go home and sleep. These energetic little bastards have broken into their restaurant late at night many times. The "hostage" game console hanging on the wall caused Thor and Dom to miss a lot of sleep.

Watching the little turtles scurried into the basement in embarrassment, there was a newly opened underground passage for them to pick up and drop off little Ginny.

Alvin smiled and had a drink with Dr. Ethan, and said, "How long has it been since you came to the restaurant to drink? What can you do for a poor guy?"

Dr. Ethan spread his hands helplessly and said: "Professor Cage recently asked me to be a substitute teacher. Oh my God, a Nobel nominee put down his research and taught natural science in a community school.

Alvin, you have to think of a way for me. Old Cage now dislikes everyone in the "basement" and calls us moths. How long has Kate Caldway been here? So he was driven to teach history.

I can't stand it anymore! You have to help me! My research didn’t cost the school much money, I found a lot of things myself! "

At this moment, Alvin simply admired that old guy Cage. Who else in the school could do this except him? Vice Principal Nelson is several grades behind.

Alvin laughed loudly and patted Dr. Ethan's arm, and said: "Don't worry, I will tell you, but you may have to wait. In the words of our Chinese country, we will wait for the limelight to pass before we think of a solution. That old guy Cage has no mercy at all! Haha!"

Dr. Ethan troubledly poured himself a sip of whiskey, opened the suitcase he brought, took out a pair of leather gloves and handed them to Alvin, smiling and saying: "This is an unexpected result of my recent research. , you can try it first, it’s very interesting! It may not be useful to you, but it will definitely be useful to Frank and JJ.”

Alvin picked up the glove curiously, looked around, and at Dr. Ethan's signal, put the glove on his hand.

Alvin curiously opened the fingers of his palm and said to Dr. Ethan: "What's so special about this? This thing doesn't even look like cowhide!"

Dr. Ethan rolled his eyes, glared at Alvin, and said, "Clench your fist and give it a try."

Alvin clenched his fists curiously, and then discovered that the gloves had become very hard, and his gloved hands were like a pair of hammers. When the finger muscles relax, the glove regains its original softness.

Seeing Dr. Ethan looking at him expectantly, Alvin shrugged his shoulders in confusion and said, "What's wrong with you? You want me to applaud you? I don't see the use of this thing. Using them to hit people is definitely not as effective as a real hammer."

Dr. Ethan sighed, he couldn't go around in circles with Alvin, a scientific blind man. He could only say irritably: "Hurry up and take this thing to Stark and see how much money he is willing to pay for this invention?

This is the best material for combat uniforms. In addition to instant hardening, it also has many functions. Even if I tell you, you don't understand. Hurry up and help me sell it for money. I need money now for my research.

When I have money, I can let those boys throw the combat uniforms sent by Osborne into the trash can. Hell's Kitchen has its own goodies! The Osborne Group is nothing! "

Alvin looked at the somewhat competitive Dr. Ethan with both emotion and amusement. He now truly regarded himself as a member of Hell's Kitchen.

After picking up the wine glass and toasting Dr. Ethan, Alvin said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Dr. Ethan accepted Alvin's thanks unceremoniously, drank a glass of whiskey in one gulp, sighed longly, and said: "I like here, the school here, the neighbors here, and those unlucky children. Alvin Wen, don’t let this place deteriorate!”

As he spoke, Dr. Ethan put down his wine glass, glanced at the door of the restaurant, and said worriedly: "Ivan has been out for a few days, and it is said that he went to help a friend of his. I suggest you give him a call. He seems to be in trouble!"