Chapter 393 There Is No Gratuitous Help in Hell’s Kitchen

At Stark's strong request, Alvin summoned the corpse vine and gave it to him.

In fact, his injuries were not serious at all, they were just minor injuries. The effect of corpse-eating vine on promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis may not be as good as a bottle of medicinal wine. But my friend, the corpse-eating vine has no side effects. If he wants it, just give it to him!

Alvin looked at Stark with a smile and said, "How does it feel to compete with a 'god'?"

Stark pursed his lips, looked at the sea in front of him, and said: "It's not great, but I always want to remind myself that there is a fucking "god" in this world.

I will prove that "gods" can be defeated! "

Alvin hammered Stark on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I support you, you can definitely do it.

They are actually arrogant aliens who are no different from us except that they live longer. "

Stark glanced at Alvin, shook his head with a smile, and said, "You are always so open-minded. Can I take this as your confidence?"

Alvin held the fishing rod in his hand, took a puff of his cigar, and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with confidence, no one is truly invincible, and I am no exception.

It’s just that my wishes are small and I don’t look too far ahead, so I don’t feel any pressure.

The only thing I know is that even if the worst happens, I will be able to drag my enemies with me to hell.

Speaking of hell, I remembered, Stark, do you believe there are demons in this world? "

Stark frowned, looked at Alvin, and said with some uncertainty: "Do you have a fever?"

As he spoke, Stark took a puff of the cigar, felt it, and said, "There is no marijuana in the cigar!"

Alvin smiled and shook his head and said, "Do you think I'm kidding you? This world is far from as simple as you think!"

As he spoke, Alvin suddenly lifted the fishing rod and pulled up a nice sea bass.

Satisfied, he took off the sea bass and put it into the fish box. Alvin said with a smile: "I met a few devils yesterday, I chopped them, and then I heard some strange sounds.

Seriously, I am not telling you this to create pressure for you, but to tell you how many years have people on earth been surrounded by aliens, demons, and other possible things?

That we can survive to this day shows that there are other forces on earth protecting this place.

We are definitely not alone, so don’t push yourself and don’t get into trouble. You are the most cutting-edge representative of human technology. How far you can go represents how far mankind can go.

Man, let me remind you this time, don’t be too aggressive. Like the super artificial intelligence you mentioned last time, let it sleep in the trash can! "

Stark shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said, "Although I don't quite agree with your point of view, I am willing to listen to my friends' opinions.

Seriously, Alvin, with your academic qualifications talking about future technology with the best scientists on the planet, wouldn’t it be a bit stressful for you? "

Alvin rolled his eyes, gave Stark a middle finger, and scolded with a smile: "FUCK YOU Stark, you are discriminating against my academic qualifications, I will beat you up!"

Stark raised his eyebrows proudly and hugged little Ginny who ran over excitedly to see the catch because Alvin caught a fish.

Stark forcefully kissed the little girl on the face, and then laughed loudly and said to Alvin: "This is Stark's confidence. I will not lose to anyone in this aspect."

Little Ginny had no time to pay attention to Stark's nonsense. She couldn't understand a word. She twisted her body and ran to Alvin. She first kissed her father on the face, and then ran to the small fish box. The man looked at it from the side and shouted: "It's a big fish, Dad is awesome! Let's have grilled fish for lunch!"

As she spoke, little Ginny formed her hands into the shape of a trumpet, and shouted to Caesar and Mexicomus who were playing on the beach: "Caesar~~ Come and see the big fish~~"

Stark spread his hands and said to Alvin who was smiling: "Man, I rarely feel jealous, but I have to say, I am a little jealous of you."

Alvin didn't want to pay attention to Stark's feelings in this regard. This bastard had plenty of opportunities to make others jealous of him, but he just couldn't make up his mind.

Alvin rarely made comments about his friends' lives, because it was meaningless and might even be annoying.

It would be nice to make Stark jealous once in a while. Maybe he will figure it out some time and he can still drink his wedding wine in his lifetime.

I don’t know what’s going on with his diamond mines in Africa? Pepper probably couldn't wait any longer, so he went to supervise the work in person.

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Alvin grilled some fish at noon. The women were not here today, but the men were with their children, so the food was very rough, but the children didn't seem to care much.

A variety of fresh and fragrant seasonings wrap the clean sea fish, wrap it in tin foil, place it on the grill and slowly roast it over a slow fire.

Alvin didn't know exactly how delicious it was, but the children ate it deliciously. Alvin, the cook, only tasted a few fish heads in the end.

But as a cook, the happiest thing is that his cooking skills are recognized. Alvin happily drank several bottles of beer with the fish head and some seasonings.

If it weren't for Stark's elusive butler who looked at him like a fool, Alvin felt that he would be in a better mood.

Carrying a bottle of beer, I grabbed the old British butler wearing a wig and discussed with him what level of spells "teleportation" and "invisibility" were, and whether Harry Potter belonged to Voldemort. relative.

Such a profound topic finally broke the old housekeeper's reserve, causing his complexion to change drastically and he fled in despair.

Alvin looked proudly at the old butler, who never walked without making a sound, and hid back in the manor with heavy steps, and then smiled with satisfaction.

This elusive old guy is so ignorant. I'm grilling a fish for my kids to eat, and the one on the left is unclean, and the one on the right is unnutritious and making noises next to me.

I have eaten this kind of grilled fish countless times in my previous life and never had any problems with it. Why is there something wrong with it?

You, a British foreigner, ruin your stomach by eating potatoes and fried fish every day, and you still come to question my profound grilled fish dishes?

Norman Osborne hurried over when Alvin and the others finished lunch.

The old guy looks very ugly, or basically has no expression at all.

The left half of Norman Osborne's old, shoehorned face was swollen and shiny, and there were heavy dark circles around his eyes.

Alvin understood that Norman Osborn's face must have been beaten, and the dark circles under his eyes must be due to insufficient nutrition.

Biological armor is good, but it still needs a host, but Norman Osborn is now using a castrated version, which is a little more polite. But for scientific weaklings like them, this is still a big burden to be polite.

Stark winked at Alvin, laughed, hugged Norman Osborn, and said teasingly: "Old man, what's wrong with your face? You look really bad. Ha ha!"

Norman Osborn rolled his eyes helplessly and pushed away the "enthusiastic" Stark, shook Alvin's hand, and said, "It's a very bad day, especially with Stark here."

Alvin shook his head and laughed, summoning the corpse-eating vine, and gave it to Norman Osborne to replenish the energy lost in his body. The old guy looked really bad.

This was the first time that Norman Osborn really saw the corpse-eating vine. He looked at Alvin with some excitement and said, "Is this it?" He pointed at the one that was once full of corpse vines. Legs with "green fish scales".

Alvin smiled and nodded, and said: "Yes, don't be surprised, this is nothing.

Tell me, what was that thing last night? Is this the kind of "venom" you have? "

Norman Osborn was not in a hurry to return to Alvin's problem, and carefully felt the changes that the corpse vine had brought to him.

Then he said with some annoyance: "Yes, that is "Venom". I thought I could harvest the seventh "Venom" of the Osborne family, but I was screwed up by an assistant football coach.

I was searching around Hell's Kitchen last night, but all I found were dead biological tissue.

The core of "Venom" is missing, which is a shame.

I only have one living "Venom" now, which can only lay one egg every two years. Many experiments are simply impossible to do because they are too fragile.

Now finally another one appears, the result~~"

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Old Joey was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee, and watched with some distress as the young man opposite him ate everything in his refrigerator, which was his breakfast for a week.

He thought he could eat quite well when he was young, but eating two huge breadsticks, three kilograms of milk, and a large box of peanut butter at once was a bit too much.

Shaking his head and sighing, he poured a glass of water for the young man. Old Joey said, "Man, I don't know what you have been through? But it's not bad to be alive!"

Eddie Brock's brain was finally able to move a little. Looking at the lame old man in front of him, Eddie felt a little moved.

Very few strangers were willing to help me just now. It was impossible for a person who ate all the trash cans to be welcomed. Thinking of this, Eddie's stomach began to react, vomiting~~

When Eddie came out of the bathroom, Old Joey handed him a cup of coffee and said with a smile, "Try it, I brewed it myself. Although it's not high-end, it's really fragrant."

Eddie took the coffee gratefully and took a sip. He found that it was indeed not a high-end product. It was bitter and had a sour taste. This old man must have used the lowest quality coffee beans.

Although he doesn't know why old Joey seems so optimistic, Eddie is still very satisfied now. He may not have had a cup of hot coffee for more than half a month.

Eddie held the coffee in his hands and drank the bitter coffee slowly and greedily.

Putting down the coffee cup, Eddie stood up, pulled his sloppy gray hoodie a little awkwardly, and said to Old Joey: "I am very grateful for your hospitality, thank you! But I have to leave. I will stay here for a long time. It might bring you unnecessary trouble."

Old Joey sat on the sofa, looked up at the tall young man who was extremely embarrassed, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have some misunderstandings about me, there is no help in Hell's Kitchen for no reason.

You ate my food for a week, worth more than forty dollars in total.

I've been having some problems with my waist lately and need a helper at work. "

As he spoke, Old Joey put the revolver on the handle of the sofa and said, "You should think about it and then happily agree to me~~"