Chapter 883 Preparation Before the Exam

The excitement that shocked the whole school ended with the sighs and shouts of the cheerleading girls.

Determined to make these daring girls look good, Alvin used the power runes formed by "violence" to defeat a lineup of 45 children with Frank and Steve.

With the corpse-eating vine quietly acting as a resistance pedal, how could these stupid children defeat Alvin, who was so powerful that he even feared him?

Seeing Alvin and Frank pulling a large group of classmates alternately with their arms like carrying water, and easily pulling them in front of him, everyone took a breath.

"Roadhog" stood among his teammates, looking at Alvin with a ferocious expression, and involuntarily crossed himself on his chest, muttering to himself, "God bless me, I'm still alive!"

Peter, who was very strong, felt that he had exhausted all his strength, and even his feet were deeply sunk into the grass. However, facing the huge strength of Alvin and the others, he was still dragged without any resistance. passed.

Harry, who collapsed on the ground, watched Alvin triumphantly tightening the tug-of-war rope. He looked back in frustration at Peter, who had already trapped a pair of calves in the grass and plowed two deep holes at the same time. He smiled bitterly and said, "We It’s like throwing yourself into a trap. Originally, it was only one day of confinement at most, but now it’s two days..."

Peter shook his head helplessly, glanced at Gwen who was also frustrated, and said with a wry smile: "It's not without gain for you. At least you proved to Mary Jane that you will stand on her side. From this perspective , the solitary room is actually not too bad.”

As soon as Peter finished speaking, Alvin on the other end put away the rope, stood up and said loudly with a smile: "Men and women are separated and confined for two days.

Also, I’m eyeing you...

In the next month, if you dare to come within 5 meters of each other, you will be in confinement together. "

As he spoke, Alvin looked at a few boys who had obviously strange expressions and seemed to be a bit mischievous, and said with a sneer: "Those who take the initiative to cause trouble will be punished twice. Director Frank will act as a judge. He must hope that he can be busy..."

As Alvin finished speaking, a group of students finally realized that they had exposed themselves.

The school's management regulations, which are not humane at all, are really unpopular. Some relatively enlightened teachers will turn a blind eye to this problem. Usually, they just need to avoid Frank and everything will be fine.

As a result, now they have sold themselves out!

Accompanied by the strange screams of schadenfreude coming from the teaching building, a group of men and women began to walk towards the solitary room together.

Alvin looked at their disappointed backs, stopped in front of them with a smile, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't worry, go to the classroom and get your books, the exam will be in one month, we can't waste your time time.

A quiet room will allow you to study more efficiently, and teachers will take turns assigning homework and answering questions for you. "

As he spoke, Alvin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Gwen, who was looking unhappy, and said with a smile: "Look, this is actually a benefit..."

When Peter saw that Gwen still wanted to speak, he anxiously took her hand, covered her mouth, nodded and bowed to Alvin, and quickly pulled Gwen to the solitary room.

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After the excitement, the school quickly became quiet.

Everyone returned to their seats, attending classes if they were supposed to, and listening to lectures if they were supposed to.

Little Ginny was kidnapped by several old men and old ladies. Mrs. Wilson was the first person to enter Little Ginny's world. She rushed to Old Cage's office with a lot of snacks and toys, ready to accompany little Ginny happily. Played all day.

When Alvin passed by Old Cage's office, he glanced inside and was driven away by Mrs. Wilson.

The unlucky little sapling was thrust into Alvin's arms and motioned to be taken away because of his strange behavior and rude behavior.

Facing the office door that slammed shut, Alvin touched his nose, held up the lunch box in his hand, snorted coldly at the sapling that was punching at the office door, and said: "Look, look, you Who would like this Shamat sapling?”

After hearing this, the little sapling stretched out his arms and touched his hair style, and shouted unconvincedly at Alvin, "I am Groot, I am Groot~".

Alvin tugged at the little sapling's cockscomb hairstyle, bared his teeth and said with a sneer: "Now that you're messing with me, be honest, or I'll treat you to coffee."

With that said, Alvin walked towards his office holding his lunch box.

When the little sapling faced the powerful Alvin, he did not give up. In addition to making faces and spitting at Alvin, the little thing kept trying to pull his legs out of the soil.

Alvin didn't care about this little thing's actions. He just took the sapling to the toilet and made him completely honest.

You’re not afraid of coffee anymore, aren’t you afraid of urine?

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In the Hell's Kitchen Police Department, Chief Beckett was sitting in his office meeting and answering a call from a colleague.

Beckett listened to the colleague's complaints with a strange expression. She pushed open the office door and walked to the police office area.

Officer Michael and his partner Scott walked in with a guy with a green reggae haircut and a nose ring on his nose.

The green-haired reggae saw the tall Beckett, and just as he was about to say a few dirty words to prove his courage, Beckett, who reacted quickly, kicked him in the abdomen and screamed, bending over and lying on the ground.

Michael hilariously pulled the unfortunate guy up and handcuffed him to a chair, then slapped the unfortunate guy on the head and cursed: "Be more f*cking honest, or I will let you out right away.

Pluto must want to know who dares to sell drugs in his territory? "

The green-haired reggaeton was stunned for a moment, and even suppressed the "hum" sound. He gritted his teeth and covered his stomach, lowering his head and not daring to look at the supermodel policewoman who almost destroyed him.

The veteran Michael smiled with satisfaction, then walked towards his desk and said to Beckett: "What's wrong? You look like something is wrong? Are you in trouble?"

Beckett didn't mind Michael's casualness. He was the oldest police officer in Hell's Kitchen and had helped him a lot. It didn't matter if his attitude was casual.

Facing Michael’s question, Beckett smiled and shook his head, saying, “I just came here this year, and although I think I know it well, I have never experienced the ‘college entrance exam month’ in Hell’s Kitchen.

What did Chief Misty do last year?

The police chief of Brooklyn next door called me just now. He said that all the homeless people in Hell's Kitchen were being driven there.

And I heard the Hell's Kitchen gangsters are on vacation, what's going on? "

After hearing this, Michael smiled and glanced at several colleagues gathered around him, and said to Beckett: "We don't have to do anything. Keeping quiet is the best thing to do now."

As he spoke, Michael picked up the slightly cold coffee on his desk and took a sip of it with enjoyment, and said: "The school is closed now, which is completely different from last year.

Those gangsters did these things to express their attitude to Alvin.

Hell's Kitchen will be the place with the best security for the next month. It's bad luck to find trouble in Hell's Kitchen at this time. "

Beckett looked at Michael with a frown and asked, "Then we don't need to do anything?

At this time, as the law and order force of Hell's Kitchen, are we just going to sit there?

They can be quiet for a month, why can't they be quiet for 2 months, 3 months or even half a year..."

After hearing this, Michael shook his head helplessly and said: "That's impossible, unless you can let other districts resettle those homeless people, and find those who live by illegal activities what they like and make a lot of money. work."

As he spoke, Michael looked at Beckett, who had a strange expression, and said with a smile: "While Alvin is giving hope to those gangsters, he is also putting pressure on them.

He transformed Hell's Kitchen, which used to be a war zone, into what it is now!

Director, I can probably guess what you are thinking, but that is impossible.

Even if you succeed and you clear out half of Hell's Kitchen and drive the gangs to other places, do you think the politicians will be grateful to you or the residents of Hell's Kitchen will be grateful to you?

The average annual income of residents here is less than 10,000 yuan. When it becomes safe and Hell's Kitchen becomes an upscale community, what do you think they will do?

They have no other choice but to go to another Hell's Kitchen, but there is no other Alvin there.

No one is born to like bad places, but if you sacrifice safety and have a chance to survive, what would you choose? "

Beckett listened and pondered for a while, then said helplessly: "Should we do nothing? I hope this place can become better, I hope this place becomes hopeful..."

As he spoke, Beckett glanced at the green-haired reggae sitting on the chair and said, "I don't want to wipe the butt of these brainless idiots..."

Michael shook his head with a smile and said, "If you find it troublesome, we can let him out right away, and then watch him being skinned by Pluto's men and hung on the back of a car to be sent to Brooklyn."

As he spoke, Michael glanced at the green-haired reggae who was already trembling, smiled and said to Beckett: "Some stupid guys think it's a good time to come to Hell's Kitchen to expand their business.

But they fail to understand that staying quiet does not mean being unable to act. While those gangsters keep quiet themselves, they will also use guns to make others 'quiet'.

Chief, being a police officer in Hell's Kitchen is a bad job because it has the highest concentration of bad guys in the entire United States.

But we are also lucky because there is an Alvin here...

Director, I understand you. You are a person with ideals and ambitions just like Director Misty, but what you need now is to stay calm. "

Beckett let out a long sigh after hearing this. Director George had talked to him. The situation in Hell's Kitchen is now better than ever.

Although those gangs have begun to grow bigger, they are still working hard to change their business model to cater to Alvin's preferences.

Beckett is a police officer with a background in criminal investigation. Although she feels that she is flexible enough, she is still not able to adapt to her current situation.

Those gangsters are not afraid of the police at all, and they threaten her with complaints, prosecutions, etc. Who can bear this?

Michael looked at his director's strange expression and said with a smile: "The president of the United States went to the Peace Hotel to express his goodwill and acquiesced to the situation in Hell's Kitchen. What else can we do?"

Beckett smiled bitterly and nodded, saying: "We really have no choice, but we must give those gang bosses a warning.

I have received over 80 complaints and 15 claims in the past month, these assholes are outrageous.

Is having money a big deal? "

Michael's partner Scott came over with a smile and said: "I have found out the addresses of those lawyers, do you need me to go and cause some trouble for them?

Those bastards who hold their law licenses and do nothing are really bad. They have raised the difficulty of law enforcement in Hell's Kitchen by several levels. "

Beckett rolled her eyes at Scott and ignored his joke. She clapped her hands and greeted the police colleagues around her, saying, "No matter what, we can't be invisible during this month and send a group of people to Brooklyn to take over." Set up a checkpoint in the place, don't let those idiots who are obviously gangsters come and die.

In addition, a group of people are guarding the Witcher Bar. The people there are not locals, so don't let them mess around.

Others patrol the streets, and we have to find a way to get the residents here to identify with us.

Hopefully in the future they will bring me a cup of coffee when we knock on the door! "