Chapter 181: Alexandra's story

Nick hugged Dome's neck, and quietly looked out through the window. He poked his lips and said to the four tortoise brothers who were close to him, "Don't be nervous, this is the Hell's Kitchen, Heping Hotel, no one can go wild here without paying a price, uh ~ I said! "
Leonardo looked out against the window, and indeed, a group of armed men in various costumes was killed.
Several big dogs ran in the crowd, leaping to pieces.
Yesterday, the black man who turned over Raphael stood at the end of the street, held a machine gun in his hand, and screamed and fired into the crowd. The 7.62 mm bullet was covered with blood mist no matter where it was hit. Occasionally hitting the red ninja is a fly ash.
These differently-armed armed men are estimated to be peripheral members of the hand union, and unfortunately they do not have the ability to turn into fly ash, which will complicate the subsequent sweeping work.
A group of policemen on the other side of the street stopped the car in the middle of the road and blocked the intersection. An iron policewoman yelled angrily at the man because several off-track bullets scrapped a policeman.
Seeing that the scene was indeed one-sided, Leonardo turned back and shrugged his shoulders and said, "There is really nothing wrong with us, then we ~" Before the words fell, I saw several brothers rushing to sit in front of the TV, and copied Gamepad.
Alvin smiled at Stark, who was guarding Pepper in the restaurant, and said, "Dude, marry Pepper home! What the are you thinking?"
Stark watched the situation under control, lifted his faceplate, and said hardly, "This is the instinct of a gentleman, Alvin, you bastard, Fox kills more guys than you, aren't you ashamed?" As he spoke, Pepper drew a kiss around his neck.
Stark proudly lifted his chin at Alvin, raising an eyebrow and provoking.
Alvin said with a smile: "Mr. Gentleman, can you send Miss Pepper to the basement? The next scene may not look good." As Alvin squeezed her eyes at Fox, she smiled, "My girl is better than me What does it matter? You say so? Dear! "
Fox held a pistol and looked at the girl in black sprayed with black mist. She pursed her lips with a cold expression and ignored Alvin's ridicule. She could feel that the girl in black was very dangerous. She had just hit her at least two shots. Alvin gave a pistol that even an elephant could strike the coke, but the girl in black survived strongly. It's very inspirational!
The handsome white guy eased his mood. He was an open-minded person, and there was nothing to say about it at this point. Panic did not help solve his current plight.
He knew he had lost, and it was a terrible loss, but he still wanted to make a final effort, anyway, he still had four hostages. As for the eighteen elite ninjas and "Black Sky" Snowy Night here, they must not be Alvin's opponents, which has been confirmed before.
As for those outside, let him go! Those people mean nothing to themselves!
The old handsome man put his cuffs on his face, with a grin on his face, and said, "Running here without careful investigation is probably the most wrong thing I have done for hundreds of years."
The old guy's appearance is impeccable, making it difficult for him to feel aversion to him. In the face of this old guy, even if this guy just sent someone to attack his own restaurant and street, Alvin was not rude.
Respecting a dying man, Alvin can still do it. Besides, respecting your enemies is respecting yourself.
After all, if you think your enemy is a brick mover, you are at most a codeword. There is nothing to be proud of, are you right?
Alvin stood up, glanced at Stark, who sent Pepper to the basement, fixed his collar, and said to the bald man with a smile, "What should I say?
The bald guy didn't care about Alvin's slightly ironic tone, but said sincerely: "That's true! I haven't introduced myself. I know nothing about it, and that should be why I failed. "
Alvin asked with interest: "Why? You just said you lived for hundreds of years, why did you do such impulsive things? I think a person who has lived for hundreds of years is definitely not so impulsive!"
Alexandra grinned and smiled, as if facing a friend she hadn't seen in years, saying, "In general, I don't advocate the use of force to solve the problem. This is how Mr. Stark and his hands can survive to this day s reason."
Taking a look at Alvin and seeing his ears, Alexandra smiled and continued: "But I can't wait because my life is only the last month! I need those keels, Otherwise I will really die after one month, so why do you say I am so impulsive ~ "
Alvin glanced outside the door. Frank gave himself a departure gesture across the street. Alvin nodded. The situation here was still under control. There should be another leader of the handicraft association, where would he go? It's not hard to guess.
At present, Alvin is the most troubled Matt. How can Matt be a friend? He couldn't watch Matt and just die.
Looking at the old guy in front of him, Alvin chuckled and said, "Unfortunately, you can't see those keels, but you have lived for so long, shouldn't you mind going to hell, right?"
Alexandra smiled bitterly, looked at his watch, and said slowly: "You must have misunderstood Hell, where not everyone can go, at least I have lost that qualification.
I once knew an old devil named Mephisto, and he was dismissive of my soul.
We are destined to be lonely ghosts without roots. We have lost our souls since the day we betrayed Kunlun.
We set up a hand association in the island country. At first we just wanted to protect ourselves, and gradually we wanted to protect the people there. But slowly, we found that those people were not worth being rescued.
They always live in desire, for rights, money, women, everything is the goal they are fighting for.
So we started the killing and we wanted to end the ridiculous world we created.
Then some people broke away from us and formed the current innocent society, the organization where Mr. Stark is.
I ca n’t bear to kill them anymore ~ ​​EbookFREE.me ~ Because they were created by us, we have shaped their souls, and we would love to see their final outcome.
And the reorganized hand union also needs an enemy, which allows us to always look forward and stay alert, which is very important!
It's a pity that I am dying, so I killed them, and they cannot be a hindrance to my continued life.
So can I bring you a deal? Mr. Alvin! "
Alvin smiled, sat back on the high stool, supported his elbows on the bar, smiled and said, "I don't accept any deals because you must be dead.
I love your story, the story of a group of betrayer redeeming themselves and then falling.
I'm sorry that I have been treating you as an inaccessible gangster in the past. Now it seems that there are some problems in my vision.
But that has nothing to do with me, if you tell me why you want to delay time, I would be grateful! "
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