Chapter 1441： Agent Cemetery

Although the "church" man has retired, his fierce reputation in the industry is really not blown out!

Several men and women sitting in the corner, looking very ordinary, slowly raised their hands and stood up.

They really didn't dare to resist, because "church" is the kind of neurosis that would rather miss it than let it go!

What Alvin discussed with people just now is definitely a huge South American earthquake. The value of this information is beyond doubt ...

Those who have been in the Hell's Kitchen all year round cannot understand what impact Alvin's move into Peru will have on South America as a whole ...

In their hearts, Principal Alvin just started to take them out of the **** kitchen to grab the ground.

As for other political influences, no one cares about them, because "politics" never cares about here.

In fact, the main task of these agents who are here to "listen to the news" is to keep an eye on the progress of the "anti-gravity coating". As soon as there is news, countries in the world will place orders and start queuing.

Those who do not know it will think that the "paint company" is in the grasp of the American military ...

These unlucky agents were in Boston and went through a thrilling and **** adventure with Qi ...

They knew clearly that the only person who could really make the decision was Julie, because there was an Alvin behind her!

The actions of these agents are actually semi-public ...

Because of the surveillance of Alvin by the SHIELD and the FBI, they were made into "legends" by several good logistical personnel, and they were regarded as negative examples in the special departments of various countries around the world. They called the Peace Hotel "Agent Cemetery"!

Among the several surveillance agents, a senior veteran of the SHIELD became the boss of the Department of Alien Affairs of the United States Department of Homeland Security by eating rebates. This is Harvey ...

There is also an FBI fool Timmons, who has stinked himself in the surveillance room.

Finally, he was pushed out by himself, and went back to the sniper Bob Lee Swag to carry the assassination of the vice president.

Had it not been for those who had been offended by Alvin and Stark, Timmons's ashes might have been lost.

However, Timmons did not escape the prison in the end. He spent six months in the prison and finally returned to the Hell's Kitchen to open a small "security consulting company".

The experience of these two people let all insiders know that their traditional methods are useless here, so they have the current model ...

Eat, come to eat every day, open from the restaurant to snooze ...

The tips they have given have given up to buy all the furniture, appliances, curtains, flooring in their house.

If they continue to stay here for a year and a half, maybe they will change houses ...

Slowly, these agents found that doing surveillance work here was really boring and expensive.

But they now find that compared to their current situation, those boring things in the past are simply too beautiful.

Several agents raised their hands and slowly walked to the center of the restaurant ...

One of the ordinary-looking middle-aged people glanced at his terrified colleagues around him, he sighed helplessly, looked at the "church" and said, "We promise not to spread what we heard today ..."

"Church" looked at the middle-aged agent who was the first to stand up. He shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't believe every word that the agent says. This is the truth we know.

But I retired, and the boss here is definitely not willing to make this place **** ...

I can give you a chance ... "

Speaking of "church" watching Alvin fish out little Ginny from the back alley, then drove all the children upstairs ...

"You are British, and I can smell the decaying smell of British intelligence from you.

Go find all the spies, and I promise not to kill you. "

The middle-aged person glanced at the table for a moment and glanced at a dining table near the bar counter, where a little couple was sitting all the time.

A blonde girl there has been holding her cell phone to take pictures, like little young people who come to the **** kitchen to "pilgrim" or "to find excitement".

There are many such people in the Hell's Kitchen, and people have become accustomed to it from the beginning.

These young people will check in and take pictures in various places in Hell's Kitchen, and then create their own adventures in Hell's Kitchen on Facebook to gain more fans.

Don't say, there are a lot of successes ...

The FBI is not here anymore. They collect this public information on Facebook and then analyze it to know what happened in Hell's Kitchen.

Watching the "church" turned to this place, the young man spread his hands a little dazed, saying, "I'm not an agent, I'm a travel blogger in New York, and the Hell's Kitchen has always been my destination research object ..."

Saying that the young man turned on the computer on the table and turned to the direction of "church" and said, "Really, you can come and see, I have 800,000 fans, and the old William's bar is playing on my blog. Ads.

I'm really not an agent, I swear I will never say what I heard today.

Actually, I think the principal Alvin is doing a great thing. Why can't more people know? "

The big boss of Bruto walked curiously to the young man. He bent over and looked at the blog street on the computer. After flipping around, he took a little unhappy shot on the young man's shoulder and said, "You didn't introduce me Pharmacies and hospitals ...

This is a great disrespect to me! "

Saying that Bruto turned around and pulled out a few bills from Yad and shoved them into the hands of the young blogger, saying, "Help me advertise, in the most prominent position ...

Well, just write New York State's "Bruteau Pharmacy" serves a variety of flavored cannabis! "

Brutal's disgusting appearance made bloggers a little daunted ...

These young people are not afraid of the Manhattan Tomahawk, not afraid of being angry, and not even afraid of Bruce Banner. They are not afraid of those guys who have been in the limelight in New York ...

But they were scared in the face of Bruto ...

The youth of the blog tremblingly looked at the hundreds of dollars in his hand, and then said with a trembling voice: "This, this, where do you want to put the advertising words just now?"

Bruto looked at the blogging youth with his chin up, and reached out with satisfaction on the blog youth webpage. There was a photo of this young man with a patrolling ghost wolf ...

"Here, the money is a deposit. If it works, I will have more money with you ..."

The blogger nodded helplessly and said, "Then I will help you to make the advertising slogan, but can you please remove my photos?

I just rely on it to find a girlfriend ...

I can put your slogan on the top and bottom of the photo! "

Bruto glanced at the blogger's **** girlfriend ...

The big-hearted girl didn't care that her boyfriend was being blackmailed, but held a mobile phone to Bruto's side and took a selfie.

Bruto instinctively sucked his nose, then grinned and gestured with a pair of scissors ...

Then Bruto tilted his head and looked up at the enchanting figure of this **** girl, and whistled a soft whistle ...

The bloggers were a little worried about closing the computer and trying to pay for it, but Bruto shook his head and said, "You are not our own. I'll find a place for you to work ...

As long as your advertising works, you can leave.

Rest assured, the conditions there are definitely better than you think ... "

According to Bruto, the young blogger was almost anxious to jump up. He said anxiously: "You can't do this, I still have work, and I have pets at home. My mother calls me every day ..."

Bruto put his hands up indifferently and said with a smile: "You can call your mother in prison, and I will let someone send your pet to prison together.

jobs? Well, you work for me now ... "

Bruto thought that blogging youths had to struggle a little bit, but after a few minutes of hesitation, the young man curiously said, "'Prison'?

Isn't Head Alvin in prison?

Is it the legendary 'mutant prison'?

It is said that there are terrible guards from hell, and even the gatekeepers are terrible **** dogs ...

Can I show what the prison looks like in my blog?

Can I interview the mutants in jail? "

Bruto was asked a moment, thinking about the several fat fat dogs he had seen on the belly, Bruto grinning his big golden teeth, and said, "I start to like you!

I wanted you to go to a sea prison for mutants, but now I change my mind ...

I can put you in my room for a while and remember to work seriously there.

If I find your ads are ineffective, you will know how terrible the bills are when you come out! "

The youth of the blog trembled with fear, UU reads but the "media man" 's fear of death has affected his intelligence ...

He pulled out his own key from his pocket and shoved it into Bruto's hand. The blogger said in a whisper: "Remember to pack some clothes for me, and bring my cat and cat food together, and ...

Watching Bruto's eyes gradually become fierce, the blogging youth nodded consciously and said, "Well, that's all, where can I go online, right?"

Bruto listened and beckoned to one of his men, saying, "Send this guy to prison island ...

Fill in my name when registering, I still have more than 2 years in prison, let this guy help me to be in prison for a while. "

The young blogger saw that the tattooed man was about to come and punch himself. He glanced at his girlfriend and said to Bruto, "What about her?

Are you going with me too? "

Bruto sucked his nose and said with a smile: "You **** can call this girl's name, and I'll send you along ..."