Druid of Marvel

e answer, otherwise, she would really go crazy. Looking at her, because of her sudden U-turn, the guy who had to slam on the brakes looked at her with contempt. Misty glared back at him, you are just a small drug dealer, how dare you despise the police chief’s lack of quality? Are you still a good asshole?

The only place in Hell’s Kitchen where Misty felt she could get an answer was the Peace Restaurant on the 25th block. At the earliest, Misty and the owner of the restaurant, Alvin, were not on very good terms. But later Misty looked through all the information she could find about Alvin.

She just found out that Alvin was a very strange guy. He had three blocks of Hell’s Kitchen in his hands but never got a penny from it. All the money that was sent over, equivalent to the protection fee, was all used by him to buy food carts, to give to families in difficulty, or to invest in the renovation of the neighborhood. He built a kindergarten not far from the street corner. Just looking at the information, Alvin even made people think that he was doing better than the mayor of New York and that he was slowly changing the community.

But Misty knew that Alvin was a very dangerous guy, which could be seen from the files.
The gang members who had a grudge against him were either missing or had run away.
It could be seen that he could not be an innocent guy.

Just looking at the information and knowing Alvin from the side, sometimes made Misty admire him very much, this guy had done something that the New York police had never achieved before. Misty believed that the abnormality in Hell’s Kitchen these days must have something to do with him.

Misty drove past a newly opened supermarket. A large “Come on” sign hung at the entrance of the supermarket, and a poster for free breakfast for students was posted.

The boss, Robert McCall, was arguing with a girl of fifteen or sixteen. Misty could vaguely hear words like “school” and “exam”.

At the intersection of the 25th block, old Kent was adjusting a game score counter erected at the intersection to the number 2. Old Kent at the intersection saw Misty’s police car and waved to her.

The whole street was quiet like a noble community on the Upper East Side of New York.

Misty parked the car at the door of the Peace Restaurant. It was not mealtime yet, but she heard that the owner of the restaurant, Alvin, hired a Chinese chef to replace his job.
Now the restaurant had coffee and snacks available at any time of the day. It was not like in the past when only 100 steaks were sold a day, and the only drink was lemonade.

Pushing the door and entering the restaurant, Misty saw seven or eight children, seventeen or eighteen years old, male and female, sitting at the dining table, writing exercises that seemed to never end.

Professor Cage and Professor Wilson, sitting and drinking coffee, answered questions that the children could not solve at any time. Foggy and Matt, two top graduates from Columbia University, were also pulled over to help, but she didn’t know what the blind man Matt could do to help.

Mrs.
Wilson and Mrs.
Cage surrounded a beautiful and lovely little girl and may have really praised her for something.
The little girl covered her face shyly, but the big finger gaps showed that the little girl was very happy to listen to the two elders.
The wives continued to praise her.

Jessica was very virtuous and made dessert, ready to provide it to those who wanted some at any time. From time to time, she sent a sweet smile to Alvin, pushing up his blood sugar.

Alvin leaned on the bar, his face cold, and he acted like an ascetic gentleman, ignoring the amorous glances from Jessica. Yesterday, he accidentally saw something he shouldn’t have seen, and Jessica grabbed the handle, but who told her to take a shower and leave the door open, but he didn’t see it too clearly.

When Alvin saw Misty who pushed the door and entered, he smiled and greeted her, “Officer Misty, welcome to Hell’s Kitchen’s college entrance examination sprint class.”