Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 81: The Red-Clad Environmental Warrior

Alvin patted JJ on the shoulder and laughed as he said to Steve, "This is my buddy, the head of security at our school. You can call him JJ. He doesn't like his real name because it's a funny story. I can't talk about his name here; he'd go crazy! Haha!"

JJ rolled his eyes, shook hands with Steve, and said, "Nice to meet you, Steve Rogers. It's good to know someone else with a lousy name like mine!"

Steve, having had his name joked about several times, could only smile wryly and say, "I don't know what your lousy name is, but I feel like I should be called something like Little Steve, or I'll go crazy too!"

JJ looked at Steve with interest, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe you should give yourself a nice nickname. You could learn from me. Look, I'm called JJ. It's catchy and easy to remember, right? How about we call you DD? Don't use your initials like SL; that's not trendy. I think DD is great!"

Just as Steve was considering whether he should really be called DD, Alvin, annoyed, stopped their terrible naming ideas. Having one JJ was bad enough; having a DD would make life unbearable!

It's one thing for a head of security to be called JJ; no one would dare mess with him. But if our school's football coach were called DD, how could anyone take him seriously?

If there were any Chinese people around to explain the meaning of DD, our school's team would be lining up to jump into the river!

The group had a great conversation, especially Frank and Steve, who seemed like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Frank, hearing that Steve would be a future colleague, generously invited him to stay at his place. After all, whether his son could have the honor of leading the team onto the field would depend on Steve!

They drank a lot, but no one got drunk. JJ wanted to show this new guy with the bold name a thing or two!

But he found that Steve always looked like he was about to get drunk but never did. This made JJ very curious about what was going on with this guy.

Until little Ginny, after her bath, came downstairs a bit angry to find her dad.

Alvin picked up Ginny, wanting to kiss her, but the little girl didn't like the smell of alcohol. She covered her nose, tugged on her dad's ear, and indicated it was time for bed!

Alvin signaled to the three men that the party was over and they could talk tomorrow. Time to sleep.

...

Late at night, 2 AM!

Alvin suddenly sat up in bed and sent a text message to Frank.

Then he pulled a box from under the bed, took out an old Winchester rifle named "Jessica's Wrath," loaded it with bullets, and strapped on a bandolier.

He quietly went to the attic, woke up Nick, and brought him to his room. Then he woke up Jessica and sent her to his room as well.

Alvin fumbled at the bedside, pressed a switch, and bulletproof steel plates emerged at the windows and door, blocking them and only allowing them to be opened from the inside.

Alvin hugged Jessica, indicating she should take care of the two kids. He then went out to the attic.

At 2 AM, Hell's Kitchen was very quiet. Alvin opened the attic window and looked outside but saw nothing. However, the crows and ghost wolves were telling him that many people were heading towards the restaurant.

Steve, suddenly awakened by a sense of dread, was surprised to see Frank fully armed by the window. He asked, "Buddy, what's going on? I just felt something was off, but you're dressed like this at 2 AM. Isn't that a bit much?"

Frank looked back at Steve with disdain and said, "How long has it been since you were in a real fight? There might be a big scene tonight!"

Frank then tossed an HK416 rifle and several magazines to Steve, saying, "I hope you weren't exaggerating about your abilities. When the fight starts, I might not be able to cover you."

Steve fiddled with the rifle, which wasn't difficult for him, and said in surprise, "What's going on? Buddy, you need to tell me, or it'll be hard to fight enemies I don't know about.

Or is this some special welcome ceremony at your community school?"

Frank pondered for a moment and said, "It's probably the Hand. They're a bunch of scumbags mainly dealing in assassinations and drugs.

They've been recruiting students from our school and training them as assassins. JJ and I took down a few of their branches, so they might be here for revenge.

You can observe first and decide whether to join the fight. It's your choice."

Frank then ignored Steve and focused on finding targets outside with his FN SCAR. He trusted Alvin's judgment, and the seasoned executioner had already roughly located the enemies.

Alvin didn't care much about who was coming, but these guys hiding so well was annoying. He could sit back and let the animals kill them all, but wouldn't that make him seem useless?

In Alvin's frustration, the quiet atmosphere lasted for about ten minutes until Thor impatiently slapped the ground beside him.

A guy in a red ninja outfit, wearing something like digital camouflage, screamed and jumped up. Seeing his crushed shoulder, it was clear he was done for.

Before Thor could kill him, Frank shot him in the head.

To everyone's shock, the assassin turned to ash the moment his head exploded.

Frank looked at his FN SCAR in surprise. He had killed vampires before, and they turned to ash when hit by a fatal weapon. But now, with just a regular gun, this guy turning to ash was strange.

Steve, also surprised, said, "Buddy, what kind of gun is that? It's so powerful! But do you really need to turn people to ash? Isn't that a bit overkill?"

Frank ignored Steve's silly question and focused on emptying a magazine into the street. Several red-clad ninjas were hit and jumped up, and one unlucky guy got shot in the head and turned to ash.

Steve then realized it wasn't Frank's gun but the assassins themselves. They turned to ash upon death.

Alvin understood the red ninjas' so-called invisibility trick and decided not to hold back. He summoned the venomous vine.

The vine, now as thin as a finger, slithered across the ground in front of the restaurant. A few seconds later, dozens of strange bulges appeared on the street.

One particularly resilient red ninja clutched his throat, rolled painfully on the ground twice, and then stopped moving.

When Alvin was about to inspect the bulges, they suddenly disappeared, leaving only some strange wrinkles.

Alvin thought this was great. These red ninjas were even more environmentally friendly than vampires!

And someone out there would surely be interested in the camouflage these ninjas wore. Alvin figured it was time to get himself a new car!