Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 84: Welcome to Hell

Alvin listened to everything the fat man said, then turned to Steve with a cold expression and asked, "Buddy, do you still think we should hand them over to the police?"

Steve grinned, revealing his white teeth hidden in his beard, and said, "No, I think sending them to hell is the best course of action! Wasting taxpayers' money on these scumbags is irresponsible!"

Alvin laughed heartily, bumped fists with Steve, and said, "See, we think alike. I knew you'd be a good buddy!"

After speaking, Alvin pulled a "Buck" knife from JJ's waist, who was standing nearby, and with gritted teeth, stabbed the man hanging on the wall through the other shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Previously, the guy could still support himself slightly on one tiptoe, but now he was completely a specimen hanging on the wall.

You had to admire this guy; his legs were twitching in pain like cramps, and sweat was pouring down his head like a faucet had been turned on.

But even so, the guy stared with wide eyes, gritting his teeth without making a sound. Alvin had never seen such a tough guy in his two lifetimes. He admired him a bit, but it would be more satisfying if he could get him to talk!

Alvin slightly twisted the handle of the knife, feeling the man's tremors, and stared directly into his eyes with a somewhat grim smile, saying, "I don't know your name yet. Can you tell me?

I admire your courage, but you will definitely die. I don't find torturing a tough guy enjoyable. Why don't we be honest and end this conversation quickly?"

Although the tough guy's face was twisted in pain as he hung on the wall, he still gave Alvin a mocking look and spat a mouthful of bloodied saliva at him.

Alvin dodged in time; 20 points of agility were no joke. The man's bloodied spit landed on JJ's pants.

JJ, seeing himself caught in the crossfire, was about to teach the guy a lesson when someone moved faster, punching the man in the ribs.

It was Steve. He broke a few of the man's ribs with one punch, grabbed his neck, and with a grim expression that made the wounds on his face bleed again, Steve said viciously, "Your expression reminds me of many bad memories. I've seen people with stronger wills than you; they were all lunatics.

But in the end, they all succumbed to pain. You won't be an exception!"

This was the Steve Rogers who had fought Hydra all his life—fierce, ruthless, and no-nonsense. You could choose not to talk, but he would make you suffer until you had no choice but to speak!

This was the real Steve Rogers, the way a war hero should be!

He would give everything for ideals, beliefs, family, and friends, including his life!

But he was also a warrior. When the world needed him, he would become a sharp slaughtering knife, ruthlessly stabbing into the enemy's chest, making them die in agony!

Alvin looked at Steve with admiration. This guy was truly amazing! He deserved everyone's admiration!

Turning to JJ, who didn't look too good, Alvin greeted him and left the basement first. He didn't want to see what would happen next; it would probably be quite brutal!

Judging by JJ's expression, he didn't want to watch either, but someone had to stay and assist Frank. Alvin was the boss, so that left only JJ!

Frank pulled a small knife from his pocket and walked towards the tough guy with a sinister smile.

As Alvin reached the basement door, he began to hear the tough guy's high-pitched screams. Alvin didn't look back; the scene must have been unpleasant. Instead, he gently closed the door, shutting the screams inside the basement.

Alvin walked to the steps in front of Frank's house, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and sat on the dusty ground without a care.

He watched as Old Kent, somehow miraculously, got hold of a wheelbarrow filled with melted asphalt. With a group of people, he was filling the potholes in the ground with stones and asphalt, looking more like a team of seasoned construction workers.

Seeing Alvin sitting at Frank's door, Old Kent greeted his companions and walked over to Alvin with a large bag.

Handing the bag to Alvin, Old Kent smiled and said, "This thing is interesting. It's like high-end digital camouflage, able to change color to match the surroundings.

It's a fascinating design. Alvin, do you want to find a buyer for these? I know some people who would pay a good price for them!"

Alvin shook his head with a smile and said, "Ordinary people would use these for bad things. Let's make it harder for them to do bad things!

Besides, I know a billionaire who would be interested in this. I need to see if I can make a big profit and get myself a new car! Haha!"

Old Kent laughed heartily, patted his head, and playfully saluted Alvin, saying, "At your command, Sir Alvin! Haha!"

After sending Old Kent away, Alvin didn't even look at the interesting fabric pieces. They were meaningless to him.

The community police chief, Officer Misty, arrived in a police car.

Alvin looked amused at the police chief, who had been in Hell's Kitchen for a few months and was still a loner.

She was a righteous cop, everyone had to admit! But she didn't fit the ecosystem of Hell's Kitchen. She didn't understand what the police here were supposed to do!

In Hell's Kitchen, the police's primary job wasn't to eliminate gangs but to maintain the balance of the gang ecosystem and uphold basic social order!

If you arrest one gang leader today, two people will rise to take his place tomorrow.

Arresting people isn't wrong, but you have to handle the aftermath properly. Otherwise, many people will die!

Clearly, Misty was doing a terrible job. The fact that she hadn't found a partner yet was proof enough!

Alvin thought Chief George, the old fox, might have made a mistake in choosing her.

Misty might only be suited to be a sergeant, leading the charge, but she needed a shrewd and strong superior to clean up her mess! Otherwise, things would only get worse!

The stubborn black female chief, Misty, sat down beside Alvin, looking a bit haggard, not caring that the dust on the ground was dirtying her clean uniform!

She snatched the cigar from Alvin's hand, took a heavy puff, and then coughed violently a few times.

With a complex and weary look in her eyes, Misty said to Alvin, "I don't even know how many times this has happened. As the police chief, I'm always the first to arrive at the scene so I can get firsthand information. Otherwise, I'm like a deaf person at the station.

I can't even figure out what people here are thinking.

Why do they resent me, both the residents and my fellow officers?

I thought I was a good person. I want to be a good cop. Why is it so hard?"

Alvin glanced at her, then looked up at the starry sky above the street, and said softly, "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen. Welcome to hell!"