Chapter 579： Wall Street Worshippers

Alvin concentrated, pulling his pickup truck left, stepping on a pair of "tyrannical" roller shoes under the foot of God of War III, and "saving" New York by Dominik.

For the first time, the speeding party of Dominica felt pressure when speeding. In the past, speeding was just for themselves, for the so-called "honour".

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

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

The occasional space shock is not a conscious invasion. After all, the number of transboundary demons is limited. There is not much in each place when you go to the whole world.

In fact, as long as the regular army is dispatched in time and no time is allowed for those cannon fodder demons to gather, there may be some casualties at first, but in the end the army must be able to smooth these unorganized and undisciplined cannon fodder.

The biggest disadvantage is some small countries with little or no military power.

They can only ask the World Security Council for help when they are in danger, and look forward to someone to save them!

Just as Alvin was distracted, the driver Dominique suddenly shouted, "Ready ~ South Gate of Central Park, 6 red skin monsters ~"

Alvin stretched his head and looked at them. Several demons were suppressed in a corner by a soldier wearing a black combat suit. From the corpses of a few gluttonous demons still lying next to them, the gang did not seem to need themselves. Go to support.

But it ’s all here, "passing by" doesn't waste much time!

Tightening the tomahawk in his hand, Alvin called to the communicator, "Ready ~"

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

The first wave caused them a big loss. Fortunately, the woman owner of a clothing store brought the owner of a flower shop to the rescue.

The second wave did not cause him much distress, but they almost missed the specially-made bullets they carried.

Now Lennox is facing the third wave. Although there are not many demons on the opposite side, it is really anxious to attack the demons with bullets found from folk gun shops.

Just as Lennox saw the demons on the opposite side gathered and pulled out a grenade to blow them up, he saw a pickup truck rushing over like a fierce beast.

At a distance of 20 meters from the demons, the Raptor Pickup drifted sharply, throwing an extremely cool mech warrior into the demonic group like a pinball.

Alvin's mouth made a wild hoarse, like the "executive" of the hockey game, carrying a tomahawk, and unreasonably rushed to the demon who had been bruised all over the body.

When Alvin hit one head with his shoulder, swept both ends with an axe, and finally plunged into the remaining three demons because he couldn't control the direction of the body, using their bodies as physical stops and screaming in their pain. They ran into a bakery with them.

Lennox frowned, and whispered in a low voice, and said to the soldier Mike around him: "Why have we become small characters since New York?

We are the best troops in the United States. Why is anyone here here better than us? "

Soldier Mike gave a strange look at Lennox and said, "Don't you know the Manhattan Tomahawk? When we were flying in the sky during the last New York war, he resolved the battle.

I'll have to say hello to him later, it's better to get a signature! He is the best mech warrior on earth! "

Lennox took a sip, spit in a spit and said, "If we each have this set of mecha, we can do it!"

Corps Mike is obviously a more open-minded person. He didn't mean to oppose his chief, but said jokingly: "Then you have to be Tony Stark's friend first, and then you have to convince the military's grandfather Let them be willing to spend a lot of money to turn us into a mobile armored unit!

That gadget is said to be purchased by the military for 160 million sets, and the military has only purchased one set. The best tank of the m1a2 is only $ 8 million.

Man, we are the best special forces, but how much is our pension? "

Lennox sighed in disappointment. He thought of his former chief. He was regarded as the best tool to fight the country for 15 years without complaint.

In the end, there was nothing left, and an unfavorable veteran ended. If someone had not helped him secretly, he might have been sent to hunt him down.

Alvin in the bakery chopped three half-dead demons and smiled at an Italian bald fat chef who was standing behind the counter with a smile: "Sorry, it looks like you need to repair your exterior wall!"

The bald fat man looked at Alvin with excitement, and yelled in a very fast speed, "Oh ~ you ruined my efforts ~ you have to compensate me!"

Alvin lifted his faceplate unbelievably, looked at this bold bald head, and dared to blackmail the Manhattan Tomahawk wearing God of War III. Is this guy's courage iron?

Looking at the trembling legs of the scared Italian eagle in front of him, 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 way ~"

Alvin said he wanted to leave when he turned around, but was bald and held his arm by the bald fat man. The man almost shouted and shook Alvin's arm, crying, "Take a picture with me ~ leave me Signatures ~

Sign it and give it to the best baker: Beckford! "

Alvin looked at the bald fat man with a weeping smile, and said with a smile: "I thought you would ask me to compensate your wall, man, what's the matter with you?"

The bald fat man listened and released Alvin's arm, ran to the empty place, kept rummaging in the broken concrete, and finally found him a few photos.

The photos in my hand were carefully wiped clean, and the bald fat man handed them to Alvin, saying carefully, "Can you sign me a name for each photo?

You may not remember. During the battle in Manhattan, not far from the door, you saved me and my son's life!

He was just out of prison at that time and was at the lowest point of his life!

My baker's name is now "Tomahawk Bakery", this is my son's idea! "

Speaking of this bald fat man, he felt a little embarrassed and touched his bald head, and said, "My" Tomahawk Bread "here is very popular!

Hmm ~ I don't mean to offend, I am grateful to you with the name of the Tomahawk!

If you think it is necessary, I can provide you with a share of the bakery ~ "

Alvin glanced at the photos, which were all printed from the screenshots of his videos found on the Internet, which made him think he had met an avid fan, but the result was obviously not like this ~

This Beckford's son is obviously using his name to make money, but he is very clever and has not left any place to live!

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

Laughing and interrupting this bald fat man named Beckford, Alvin said, "Let me guess, this is also your son's idea? I mean the idea of ​​giving me a share!"

Beckford scratched his bare head and said a little embarrassingly, "Yes, but I promise he's not malicious. He just came out of jail. Our economy is very tight, so ~"

Alvin waved with a smile and said, "It's okay, I probably know what's going on. You have a smart son. Let's get things done quickly and pack me a few 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 broadly, and then took out an old photo, handed it to Alvin with the pen, and said, "Maybe I was a little embarrassed, but please believe Me, I really didn't mean to use your name to make money!

I said it was sincere to take out a part of the shares!

My son went to Hell's Kitchen to find you, but never met! 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 your dining car business is not standardized, and he has a way to make your dining car business multiply. "

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

However, I have to say thank you! Caring people always make people feel good!

Although I haven't seen your son, you have left a deep impression on him! "

Speaking of Alvin looking at the photo of the father and son in the photo, Beckford still looks very young, at least his hair is still thick.

And his son is actually a handsome man who laughs very sunny, like Alvin's "big ship Jack" that made countless young girls shed tears!

Alvin gestured to Beckford with a pen ~ www.novelhall.com ~ and said, "You have to tell me what his name is. You said he had been in jail before, why?"

Beckford shrugged helplessly, lowered his mouth, and said a little unwillingly: "His name is Jordan Beckford, once a gold medal salesman on Wall Street, but in the end because of illegal transactions and money laundering, this whole Wall Street I was sentenced to three years for everything I was doing ~

Hmm ~ he's not doing that now, it's a hell! "

Alvin nodded with a smile, writing the words on the back of the photo, and saying, "A great choice to leave Wall Street!

And if a person can stand on Wall Street, then what he does is easy to succeed, at least he will not be deceived! "

After writing, he handed the photo and pen to Beckford. Alvin did n’t entertain him with Beckford. He walked out of God of War III and found a big paper bag. Tomahawk Bread. "

Holding the size of a palm, the shape of a tomahawk, and the rich and savory bread, Alvin couldn't help but taste it, and it tasted really good.

Taking a look at the intriguing Beckford who was holding the photo, Alvin shook his head with a smile, and didn't mention the bill. He walked out of the Tomahawk Bakery with two bags of bread.

Beckford stared at the unsightly handwriting on the back of the photo for a while, and by the time he returned, Alvin had left!

Just when he wanted to chase out, several soldiers ran in and shouted in search of "Tomahawk Bread".

Beckford solemnly shoved the photo into his arms, ready to give it to him when his son came back. The words above should make him feel comforted:

"To: Jordan Beckford

It is never a crime that can ruin life, but a sin of being reluctant to be a man!

Your faithful friend: Alvin Ye "8)