Chapter 342： Savior of the bad

Coulson stood at the SHIELD surveillance site in the apartment opposite the Alvin restaurant.

Holding his nose and looking around, Coleson complained helplessly: "Guys, how do you feel like living in the junkyard everyday?"

A white fat SHIELD middle-aged agent stuffed a potato chip into his mouth and chewed loudly, saying indifferently: "Sir, we can't find cleaning staff here, we only have two people You need to stare at the monitors every day. Who has time to clean?

You should take a look at the FBI surveillance point next door. There is only one person there. I think it is already a pigpen. We are much better here! "

Another young white agent in pajamas, holding a cup of coffee, complained to Coulson, "Sir, when can you be transferred away? I'm going crazy here. Everyone here knows who we are, We **** buy a bottle of cola a little more expensive than others.

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

If Alvin really needs to make any big moves, we will know by watching the news. Staring at his door here was useless at all. A monitor can do a great job! "

Coulson looked at the two unlucky colleagues awkwardly, and monitoring Alvin was indeed a boring task. Alvin is here almost every day. He rarely does bad things. The two agents are here to watch him live happily every day. It is really uncomfortable!

If Alvin was a super bad guy, Coulson could cheer them up with a sense of mission, but Alvin is a real good guy in a sense. This made Coulson cheer up a little bit inexplicably.

Sophisticated Coulson shifted the subject and said, "Is there anything weird here lately? I mean something about Alvin."

The two agents stared at each other, knowing that it was impossible to get rid of them. The white fat agent took another bite of the hot dog and said, "I am working here to gain 15 kilos, which is not strange!"

Glancing at Coleson's somewhat ugly face, Agent White Fat sighed and said, "A dozen people died in the streets near the night before. Bill went and looked at them. It looks like our colleagues are dead. .

I went to ask the unlucky guy next door, and he said that it was not their FBI, and the CIA did not have the authority to do these things in the United States. People from the Department of Homeland Security will not come to trouble Alvin if they are fine. They even want to give Alvin a medal!

I can only guess that there are some foreign professionals who want to come to Alvin for trouble. As a result, people are gone! "

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

White Fat Agent Harvey glanced at Coulson and asked indifferently: "We have been here for half a year. In the past, we would report upwards as long as there were conditions nearby, but who cares about us?

The day before yesterday we gave a briefing and it looks like nobody cares about you. Sir, what do you want to do? "

Coulson did not expect that he would be sent to the army by the white fat agent at this surveillance point, and said a little embarrassingly: "Harvey, the work here is very important! You have been monitoring Alvin for almost half a year, and you should know how dangerous he is! "

Harvey waved his hand and said indifferently: "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 the rich masters who love drag racing. The premise is that no one is bothering him!

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

There is no secret in the Peace Hotel, or this Alvin will never do unsightly things. He doesn't care about us at all!

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

Coulson took a serious look at the two agents in front of him, turned his body and held his headset, and said in a deep voice, "Agent Harvey and Bill at Hell's Kitchen Surveillance Point are suspected of having a mental problem, and are sending two people here. . "

Xavi's proud Chong Bill blinked, celebrating his impending escape from this **** place.

Before waiting for Bill to respond, Coulson turned and smiled and said to Harvey, "Brother, next time I change a method, not everyone will speak as well as I do!"

Havihaha smiled, spread his hands, and said, "What I said is actually true. I think we are wasting our time here.

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

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

As Coulson turned to Bill, he said, "Show me the results of your investigation that day. I want to know what happened to the dead guys? These things are very important! Do you know who did it? ? "

Harvey stretched out his hand and said, "We took a photo of a cook, a supermarket owner, and a unemployed nomad that night. I guess they did it. They are all our neighbors. Do we need to call the police?"

Coulson knew who Harvey was talking about, and he sighed. He reminded Nick Fury before that Alvin was never a bait, it was a big shark. He rarely asks others why he is bothering him. The big shark is always used to chewing first and thinking about the taste!

Coleson's responsibility now is to stay with the big sharks, carefully persuading them to see if they are chewing up the troublesome things, so that they can pick up some valuable leftovers.

Coulson is, to some extent, a savior for those who are hiding under the water and may come to trouble Alvin! Because Coulson must have at least a neat body to look for clues.

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Alvin grabbed the little tortoises who wanted to walk while drinking with Dr. Ethan.

Looking at the flustered Michelangelo, Alvin smiled and said, "Little bastard, if I find you go to Nick in the middle of the night, I will buy a cauldron and cook the turtle soup."

Michelangelo's big green eyes stared at the size of a peanut, grinned, and looked at Alvin unhappy, saying, "Nick is my friend, I just came to play with him!"

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

Saying that Alvin didn't want to ignore Michelangelo's little bastard, he turned to Donatello and asked, "How is Kevin Chach? Have you found those people?"

Donatello spread his hand and said, "Here we find it, Kevin is comparing the information to find the location of those people. His method is a bit illegal and may take several days."

Alvin nodded and said, "Well, let me know when I find my opponent. I will give them a lesson that I will never forget. You do n’t take it lightly. They dare to kidnap you. There must be a way to deal with you. "

Alvin waved his hand and motioned to the little turtles to hurry home and go to sleep. These energetic little **** have broken into their restaurants late at night many times. The "hostage" console on the wall made Sol and Dome sleep less.

Watching the little tortoises creep into the basement, there is a newly opened underground passage to facilitate their transfer to and from Little Ginny.

Alvin laughed and had a drink with Dr. Ethan and said, "How long haven't you come to the restaurant to drink? What can you do as a poor ghost?"

Dr. Ethan resignedly said, "Professor Cage recently put me in charge of substitute classes, and my god, a Nobel nominee put down his research and taught natural science in a community school.

Alvin, you have to give me some ideas. Old Cage now sees everyone in the "basement" unpleasant, saying that we are maggots. How long has Kate Caldwell just arrived? He was rushed to teach history.

I can't stand it anymore! You have to help me! I didn't spend much money on school for my research. I found many things myself! "

At this moment, Alvin cast a five-body vote on Cage's old guy, who else can do it besides him? The deputy headmaster Nelson was several grades behind.

Alvin laughed and patted Dr. Ethan's arm with a laugh, saying: "Relax, I will say it, but you may have to wait. In our country's words, we just wait for the limelight to pass and then we think of a way. Cage didn't talk about that old thing at all! Haha! "

Dr. Ethan annoyed himself with a sip of whiskey, opened the suitcase he brought, took a pair of leather gloves from it and handed it to Alvin, and said with a smile: "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 must be useful to Frank and JJ. "

Alvin took the glove curiously, looked around, and put it on his hand at the gesture of Dr. Ethan.

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

Dr. Ethan rolled his eyes, glared at Alvin, and said, "Tighten your fists and try."

Alvin clenched his fist curiously, and then found that the gloves actually became very hard, and the hands with gloves were like a pair of hammers. When the finger muscles relax, the gloves return to their original softness again.

Watching Dr. Ethan look at himself with anticipation, Alvin shrugged a little, so he said, "What's wrong with you? Want me to applaud you? I don't see any use for this thing, Use them to stab people, there must be no real hammer. "

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

This is the best combat uniform material ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It has a lot of functions besides instant hardening. I told you that you do n’t understand. Hurry to help me sell it for money. My research needs money now.

As soon as I have money, I can let the boys throw the combat uniforms from Osborne into the trash. Hell's Kitchen has its own goodies! Osborne Group is nothing! "

Alvin moved and looked at Dr. Ethan, who was a little bit ambitious, and now he really considers himself a part of the Hell's Kitchen.

Holding up the glass to pay Dr. Ethan a glass, Alvin said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Dr. Ethan accepted Alvin's gratitude, took a sip of whiskey, sighed long, and said, "I like here, the school here, the neighbors, and the unlucky children. Al Wen, don't let this go bad! "

As Dr. Ethan put down his glass and glanced at the restaurant door, he said with some worry: "Ivan has been away for several days. It is said that he went to help a friend of him. I suggest you call him. He seems to be in trouble! "