Chapter 8 The Real Daredevil
Alvin knows who Matt is, the famous Daredevil in Marvel. Wearing red and black uniforms in the streets and alleys of Hell's Kitchen every night, fighting crime and protecting the safety of ordinary people.
In the comics, this is a tough, smart, and almost omnipotent superhero. But Alvin knew that in reality, this was a paranoid who was covered in bruises.
As a native Hell's Kitchen resident, Matt is paranoid about changing the status quo of Hell's Kitchen. He believes that it is the sheer number of gangsters and endless crimes that have made Hell's Kitchen the hopeless place it is now.
He wants to change the environment of Hell's Kitchen by fighting crime and gang trade, not knowing that all he's doing is in vain and that gangs and crime will never go away.
He is just an ordinary person who looks good in Alvin's eyes. Maybe he also has a super hearing ability. But in the face of the gangsters who are eager to jump over the wall, many times he cannot fully gain the upper hand, and injuries are inevitable.
However, Matt's personality, spirit, and Alvin are admired. A guy who only has other people's safety in his heart is worthy of admiration!
Alvin was a little ashamed and apologized to Matt: "I'm sorry, Matt, you know that Kim and I have reached an agreement not to interfere in other neighborhoods."
Matt listened, smiled helplessly, seemed particularly helpless, and said at a loss: "Alvin, we all want Hell's Kitchen to be better, why have you changed three blocks and I haven't changed anything? People in other neighborhoods are still being robbed and killed.
And there's nothing I can do, I sometimes hate my ability to hear strangers' cries for help every night, I try, but I can't help everyone, I don't know what to do. "
Alvin, poured him a beer again, added two small glasses of whiskey to it, and put it in front of him. He tapped the glass to signal him to drink.
Alvin continued: "Matt, changing the environment of a place is never a person's business. Do you know why the first condition I made to S.H.I.E.L.D. is to improve the equipment of the police station?"
Without Matt answering, Alvin continued: "This way, like Michael and Scott, they dare to patrol the streets at night. Not all criminals dare to attack the police. As long as there are police patrolling the streets, the law and order of Hell's Kitchen will be maintained It will improve."
Matt raised his glass in silence, took a gulp of wine, and said, "But someone is always hurt again, but I can't do anything about it." Matt took off his sunglasses, and his gray-white eyes seemed to have no pupils. He slammed his cheeks hard, looking extremely helpless.
After listening to Matt's words, Alvin said with some anger and some helplessness: "You are not God, and God cannot save all people. Matt, you have to let yourself relax.
We all want to make this place better, and we need to work together. Man, go out every day to be a vigilante, it's better to help real cops so they can get back to their jobs.
Dude, I'm going to talk to Kim and let him restrain his subordinates and stop making trouble with ordinary people. You also don't go looking for trouble with him, you will only hurt yourself.
And there is a guy who can restrain the gang, which is far better than the chaos of Hell's Kitchen anyway. "
Matt took a gulp of the remaining beer and said angrily, "Then let Jinping go free?"
Alvin explained helplessly: "King is not terrible, and the current state of Hell's Kitchen is not caused by Kim.
It's very easy to kill him, but after killing him? Hundreds of gangsters big and small are out of control, what will Hell's Kitchen look like?
As long as Jin Bing is still there, there will be at least a little order here, even if it is an underground order. "
Matt was lying on the bar, helpless and confused, as if he was about to be crushed, and said softly, "Alvin, I don't know if you are right, but at least your effect is much stronger than mine, But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up what I'm doing, I'm going to keep going until there's really nothing I can do."
Alvin knew that when he said powerlessness, he meant until he died. Alvin respects him, so it won't stop him from taking action to "make the community better" ideals.
Alvin patted him on the shoulder and said, "I support you, but you should at least give yourself a break from time to time." After saying that, Matt was bringing a glass, and this time Alvin put on whiskey.
Soon Matt was completely drunk. Taking advantage of the stall where Fudge was bragging and chatting with people, a small red vine plunged into Matt's calf, and a red energy injected into Matt's body along the vine, That is the ability of the corpse vine to devour the corpse and transform it into vitality.
Alvin counted the time, and when the input energy was enough to fully restore Matt's injured body, Alvin recalled the corpse vine.
As if nothing had happened, he brought himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. Looking at Matt, who was sleeping with a ruddy face, Alvin muttered to himself, "For a noble personality! For persistent efforts! Cheers!"
The joyous atmosphere continued until 12 o'clock in the evening and ended with the closing of the restaurant. After Alvin arranged for JJ to send Matt and Fudge home, he went back to the bedroom on the second floor by himself. He first went to see Little Nick and found that he had already fallen asleep. Alvin smiled and tucked the quilt for him. He turned off the light and walked out.
Turning to find Jessica, leaning against the wall in the corridor, looking at herself. Alvin touched his cheek and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything dirty?"
Jessica stared at Alvin's face with admiration in her shy eyes, which made Alvin a little uncomfortable. In the past life, a thirty-five-year-old man was a little overwhelmed by a nineteen-year-old girl in this life, which was totally inappropriate. So he joked, "Jessie, have you left anything with me?"
Jessica shook her head suspiciously.
Alvin pretended to be disappointed and sighed, "Hey, I thought our Jesse left his heart with me and is here waiting to go back."
Jessica's face started to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, so red that Alvin started to worry that she would burn.
The embarrassed Jessica stomped her foot hard, and with a "click" sound, a hole was stomped on the floor of the wooden corridor on the second floor. Her entire right leg sank into the hole. Because she lost her balance, her upper body naturally leaned back. , so that the chest that was not very tall and straight, appears smaller in size.
Both of them were stunned, and Alvin swore that he was shocked that his house was so unsturdy, and had absolutely no intention of laughing at Jessica's embarrassment.
Jessica's face turned from red to white, and the blood on her face disappeared almost instantly. Thinking of how he looks now, one leg is sunk under the floor and the other is on the floor.
Jessica could imagine how embarrassing she was. She didn't dare to look at Alvin's expression. She put her hands on the ground and pulled her legs out of the floor. Because of the force, one of her trouser legs was completely torn, revealing a long snow-white length. Legs, while taking a fly off a floor.
Jessica covered her face and screamed in despair, then rushed into her room and slammed the door shut. Because the force was too strong, the entire room door, together with the door frame, flew out and hit the opposite wall.
Alvin looked at the house in need of major repairs, and complained to himself that he was a cheapskate and had nothing to do to molest Jessica, especially since he was still a very powerful and shy girl. No, tomorrow will be another busy day.
Alvin walked to the door and glanced at it. Jessica lay on the bed, buried her head under the pillow, and screamed angrily. Don't provoke women at this time, this is the experience of a married man.
He lifted the door, shoved the door frame back, and rushed Nick, who heard the movement and got up to eavesdrop, and rushed back to the bed. He also went back to his room, ready to take a good night's sleep and end this busy day.