Chapter 595 Wall Street Admirers

Alvin concentrated his mind and pulled the pickup truck with his left hand. Ares 3 stepped on a pair of roller shoes formed by "violence" and was pulled by Dominic to "save" New York.

Dominic, a speedster, felt pressure for the first time while speeding. In the past, speed racing was just for himself and for the so-called "honor."

Today, he is carrying the lives of many people in New York. The faster he goes, the more people will be saved. This makes Dominic very unaccustomed!

Alvin didn't tell Dominic that the current situation was actually not too bad!

Accidental space shocks are not conscious invasions. After all, the number of cross-border demons is limited. If you spread it around the world, there will not be many in each place.

In fact, as long as the regular army is dispatched in time and does not give the cannon fodder demons time to gather, there may be some casualties at first, but in the end the army will definitely be able to deal with these unorganized and undisciplined cannon fodder.

The ones who suffer the most are some small countries with little or no military strength at all.

They can only ask for help from the World Security Council when danger arises, hoping that someone will save them!

Just when Alvin was distracted, the driver Dominic suddenly shouted: "Get ready~ Central Park South Gate, 6 red-skinned monsters~"

Alvin stretched out his head and took a look. Several demons were suppressed in a corner by a group of soldiers wearing black combat uniforms. Judging from the corpses of several gluttonous demons lying next to them, it seemed that these soldiers really didn't need him. Going to support.

But it’s already here, and you won’t waste much time just by “passing by”!

Tightening the battle ax in his hand, Alvin shouted into the communicator: "Ready~"

Lennox raised the automatic rifle in his hand, suppressing the demons in a corner not far ahead. This was the third wave of demons they encountered since they entered Manhattan from the Hudson River.

They suffered a lot in the first wave, but luckily they were saved by a female clothing store owner and a flower shop owner.

The second wave didn't cause him much trouble, but it caused them to almost empty the special bullets they carried.

Now Lennox was facing the third wave. Although there were not many demons on the opposite side, attacking the demons with bullets found in private gun shops was really worrying.

Just when Lennox saw the demons on the opposite side being driven together and took out a grenade to blow them up, he saw a pickup truck rushing over like a ferocious beast with a ferocious roar.

Still 20 meters away from the demons, the Raptor pickup truck made a sharp turn and drifted, throwing an extremely cool mecha warrior into the demon group like a pinball.

Alvin let out a wild roar, like the "executor" of an ice hockey game holding a tomahawk and charging unreasonably at the demons who were already covered in bruises.

When Alvin killed one with his shoulder, and killed two with an ax sweep, he finally plunged into the remaining three demons because he couldn't control the direction of his body, using their bodies as physical stoppers, and when they screamed in pain The sound led them into a bakery.

Lennox frowned, cursed in a low voice, and said to Private Mike beside him: "Why have we become minor characters since we came to New York?

We are the best military in the United States, why would anyone here be better than us? "

Private Mike gave Lennox a strange look and said, "You don't know the Manhattan Tomahawk? During the last battle in New York, when we were still flying in the sky, he was the one who solved the battle.

I have to say hello to him later, and preferably get an autograph! He is the best mecha warrior on the planet! "

Lennox was stunned for a moment, spat in frustration, and said, "If each of us had a set of this kind of mecha, we could do it too!"

Private Mike is obviously a more tolerant person. He did not mean to object to his commander. He just said jokingly: "Then you have to be Tony Stark's friend first, and then you have to convince the big boss of the military. Make them happy to spend big bucks to turn us into a mobile armored force!

It is said that the military’s purchase price for that thing was 160 million U.S. dollars, but the military only purchased one set. The top version of the best tank now, the M1A2, only costs 8 million U.S. dollars.

Man, we are the best Special Forces, but how much is our pension? "

Lennox sighed in frustration. He thought of his former commander. He was regarded as the best tool and fought for the country for 15 years without any regrets.

In the end, he had nothing left and ended up being dishonorably discharged. If someone hadn't secretly helped him, he might have been sent to hunt him down.

Alvin in the bakery chopped three half-dead demons to death and said with a smile to a fat Italian bald chef huddled behind the counter: "I'm sorry, it looks like you need to repair your facade!"

The fat bald man looked at Alvin excitedly, and shouted inarticulately at a very fast speed: "Oh~ you ruined my hard work~ you have to make it up to me!"

Alvin lifted his visor in disbelief and looked at this bold bald man who dared to blackmail the Manhattan Tomahawk wearing Ares III. Is this guy's courage really strong?

Looking at the Italian hooked nose in front of him, whose legs were trembling with fear and could hardly stand, Alvin shook his head and said with a smile: "I think you must have found the wrong person. You should go to the insurance company to find a solution~"

As he said this, Alvin turned around and wanted to leave, but was hugged by the bald fat man. The old man almost cried and shook Alvin's arm, shouting: "Take a photo with me~ Leave it for me." signature~

Sign it and write it, to the best baker: Beckford! "

Alvin looked at the bald fat man dumbfounded and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to ask me to compensate you for the wall. Brother, what's going on with you?"

After hearing this, the fat bald man let go of Alvin's arm, ran to the empty position, rummaged through the broken concrete, and finally asked him to find a few photos.

After carefully wiping the photos in his hands, the fat bald man handed the photos to Alvin and said carefully: "Can you sign each photo for me?

You may not remember, but during the Battle of Manhattan, not far from the door, you saved my life and that of my son!

At that time, he had just been released from prison and was at the lowest point in his life!

My bakery is now called "Tomahawk Bakery" and it was my son's idea! "

As he spoke, the bald fat man touched his bald head in embarrassment and said, "The "Tomahawk Bread" here is very popular!

Well~ I don’t mean to offend, I use the name Tomahawk out of gratitude to you!

If you think it is necessary, I can provide you with some shares in the bakery~"

Alvin took a look at the photos, which were all printed out from screenshots of his own videos found online. This made him think that he had met a fanatical fan, but it turned out that was obviously not the case~

This son of Beckford is obviously using his name to make money, but he is smart enough to not leave anything out of the question!

Alvin didn't care too much. He would rather believe that the father and son were his loyal admirers. Otherwise, what else could he do?

Interrupting the fat bald man named Beckford with a smile, Alvin said: "Let me guess, this is also your son's idea? I mean the idea of ​​giving me shares!"

Beckford scratched his bald head and said with some embarrassment: "Yes, but I guarantee he has no ill intentions. He just came out of prison. Our economy is very tight, so~"

Alvin smiled and waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I probably know what's going on. You have a smart son, let's finish the work quickly, and pack me some of your Tomahawk bread by the way!

Wow ~ cool name, your business must be great! "

Beckford happily took out a pen from his pocket, smiled honestly, then took out an old photo, handed it to Alvin along with the pen, and said: "Maybe I was a little presumptuous just now, but please believe it. I, I really don’t mean to use your name to make money!

What I said about taking out some of my shares was true!

My son once went to Hell's Kitchen to look for you, but didn't meet you! But he came back and told me that you may not care about money, you care more about helping those in need!

Recently, he has been studying the fast food market in New York. He said that the food truck business you run is not standardized, and he has a way to double your food truck business. "

Alvin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, pointed to the messy battlefield outside, and said with a smile: "Until people forget the war, all this is empty talk!

However, I have to say thank you! A thoughtful person always makes people feel good!

Although I haven’t met your son yet, you have left a deep impression on me! "

As he spoke, Alvin looked at the photo of the father and son. Beckford still looked very young, at least his hair was thick.

And his son turned out to be a handsome guy with a bright smile, just like Alvin's "Big Ship Jack" who made countless girls shed tears in his previous life!

Alvin raised his pen and gestured to Beckford and said, "You have to tell me his name. You said before that he had been in prison. Why?"

Beckford helplessly shrugged his shoulders, lowered the corners of his mouth, and said unwillingly: "His name is Jordan Beckford. He used to be a gold medal salesman on Wall Street, but in the end, because of illegal transactions and money laundering, the entire Wall Street was ruined. What I did was sentenced to three years~

Well~ He doesn't do that job anymore, it's a job that sends people to hell! "

Alvin smiled and nodded, while writing on the back of the photo, he said: "Leaving Wall Street is a great choice!

And if a person can gain a foothold on Wall Street, he will easily succeed in whatever he does. At least he will not be deceived! "

After finishing writing, he handed the photo and pen in his hand to Beckford. Instead of entertaining Beckford, Alvin walked out of Ares III, found a large paper bag, and filled a large bag of so-called " Tomahawk Bread”.

Holding the palm-sized, tomahawk-shaped, onion-flavored bread, Alvin couldn't help but take a bite. It tasted really good.

Glancing at Beckford who was looking at the photo in rapt attention, Alvin smiled and shook his head, without even mentioning paying the bill, he walked out of the "Tomahawk Bakery" carrying two large bags of bread.

Beckford stared at the unattractive handwriting on the back of the photo for a while, and when he came to his senses, Alvin had already left!

Just when he wanted to chase him out, several soldiers ran in, shouting and looking for "Tomahawk Bread".

Beckford solemnly stuffed the photo into his arms, preparing to hand it to his son when he came back. The words above should comfort him:

"To: Jordan Beckford

It is never crime that can ruin a life, but the crime of not wanting to start a new life!

Your loyal friend: Alvin Ye"