Marvel, I tweet and I can draw a lottery

Chapter 8 The scene was once very chaotic

John returned to the Wilshere gun store. The Wilshere couple looked at the changed little building and turned to ask John if he had found a girlfriend.

After getting a positive answer, I asked John for some money to look for a house in the same alley.

John also gave [-] knives to the weasel as promised.

But today's events are far from over.

The fact that the Hammer Gang was raided instantly caused a shock in Hell's Kitchen, and the big gangs had nothing to do with them.

But the small gang couldn't sit still.

Some people think that the big gangs are going to start cleaning up the small gangs, and they start taking money and running away.

Some people think this is an opportunity for them to become a new big gang and start grabbing territory.

Several best-selling weapons at the Wilshere gun store were snapped up until they were out of stock.

The imitation master who just came to Hell's Kitchen couldn't get any useful information because of the chaotic situation.

The chief of the Hell's Kitchen branch of the police station, who has always enjoyed the worship of various gangsters, has lost his credibility under this turmoil.

Those guys who wanted to get a fortune and then withdrew quickly focused on Jin Bin's goods, because today it was entirely Jin Bin's deputy Tombstone who was dispatching, and Jin Bin's methods were not as rigorous.

Really got them going!
Who is the tombstone? A super human with invulnerability, invulnerability, and high temperature.

He directly took people off the scene in person, smashed the place around trying to retrieve the lost goods, and Hell's Kitchen was even more messy.

Originally, Hell's Kitchen was a chaotic hell, and other gangsters were still pistols and submachine guns, so they picked up the rocket launcher.

But in front of the tombstone who is invulnerable and has a group of men who are not afraid of death, that's it.

But all of this has little to do with John who is still lying on the wicker chair behind the counter on the first floor of the Wilshere gun store.

Wave after wave of gangsters came to buy weapons, and the guys who thought about buying for zero yuan were directly beaten to pieces by Black.

It's not that he doesn't want to use his new electromagnetic cannon, it's just that it's too powerful, and it's not worth the candle to blow up his store.

John was bored and handed the weapon to the strong man in front of him, paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

Then watch him leave.

His eyes suddenly noticed Ruoxin who just came in. Today, there are more Irish gang thugs behind her, and they are also full of weapons, and they are fully armed.

"Mr. Wierscher, I've come for my pistol."

John was stunned for a moment, he forgot to change, today's [-] draws were drawn directly to verify his method of skipping the lottery.

But it doesn't matter. He changed four different Pavner witnesses before, one of which happened to have a pink body and a pearl white sleeve.

But what he changed were all 9mm (that is, 9×19mm).

Originally, I wanted to change Ruosin to a .38 (that is, 9×17mm .380ACP pistol bullet).After all, the recoil is the smallest, and hunting and competition are both correct.

Anyway, it's not much difference, so just give her this.

"The frame of this Pavner Witness pistol is made of lightweight polymer, which is light in weight but not low in strength, and its petite size is also easy to hide and carry.

The 9mm caliber I chose for you is not the version with the lowest recoil, but with thirteen rounds of ammunition, it can definitely provide you with reliable firepower at critical moments. "John took out the gun straight away.

There is a silver frosted insert under the safety on the left side of the gun body, on which there are a few letters that John just engraved with his mind control.

Roisin Dubh (little black rose).

"Wow, it's like a work of art." Ruoxin's eyes glowed. "Can you take me to shoot today? The price remains the same."

Ruoxin's attention was only attracted by the gun for a while, and then he immediately raised his head to ask John, but his fingers were still lightly rubbing on which frosted silver insert.

"of course can."

After hitting the target for half an hour, the two sat side by side in front of the counter on the second floor.

The two chatted without saying a word, but the atmosphere did not appear awkward.

There is a man who has been showing off his skills in the shooting range, all kinds of pistols, 50 meters are not ten rings.

Unfortunately, no one cheered for him.

Yes, he is Coulson.

He finally figured out that target shooting didn't make him adept at other people.

I also came to the self-service bar, ordered a large glass of beer, and drank it leisurely.

"Mr. Wilshere, I want beer too!" Ruosin said coquettishly to John.

"You're not an adult yet, why drink alcohol? Young people should study, what's the point of you running to me these days. You won't be a high school dropout, right?"

"What! I'm pretty good at studying. I'm free in the 12th grade (senior year). I'm ready to apply to Columbia University's Department of Medicine."

Hearing this answer, John couldn't hold back anymore. In this world, he has a proper high school degree, and he didn't go any further.

In my previous life, I was a miscellaneous scholar (self-proclaimed), who made a living by writing and drawing, and had no academic qualifications.

At that time, there will be an average of one person with three Ph.Ds in the Avengers assembly room...

The average of two Ph.Ds in the villain assembly room...

Think of a way to mix up a few degrees later! Why didn't you get a law degree from Cable?
"That's pretty good. It's best to be a doctor. The highest status in this place is a doctor's lawyer." John smiled awkwardly.

Coulson chimed in, "Do you want to be a famous doctor like Doctor Strange?"

John quickly waved his hand: "That guy is not a good person! He is proud and arrogant, and he is mean when interacting with others. Moreover, he refuses to treat people he thinks are hopeless, so as not to affect the success rate of his operation."

"What is the most important thing for a doctor? Healing the dying, practicing humanitarianism, always thinking about the patient, and doing everything possible to relieve the patient's disease. He failed."

"Respect for patients, treat all patients equally, he failed."

"Learning from each other and respecting each other to correctly handle the relationship between peers, he is even worse."

John touched a pen directly from the counter, wrote down the "Code of Medical Ethics for Medical Personnel of the People's Republic of China" and handed it to Ruoxin.

Ruoxin took the note in a daze.

"I hope you can become an excellent person and then an excellent doctor." John looked at Ruoxin sincerely.

In my heart, I thought about the knowledge I thought I would not use, but I didn't expect that it could be used to fill a cup now.

Ruosin looked at the note in his hand, and said solemnly, "I will, Mr. Wilshere."

Coulson did not find a chance to intervene until Ruoxin left.

But John's output of value directly made Coulson's evaluation of him gradually increase.

Ruoxin was lying on his bed, hugging the Pavner witness that he just got today.

Eyes gleamed with joy as they stared at the hand-lettered lettering.

Roisin Dubh
Roisin (ro-sheen), meaning "little rose", has been popular throughout Ireland since the sixteenth century.Patriotic poems and songs were banned in Ireland at the time, so some bands disguised patriotic poems as love songs, alluding to Ireland with Roisin Dubh (Little Black Rose).

"Mr. Wilshere..." The lettering must be referring to himself, and it should be superficial, not alluding to Ireland.

Is this a token of love?

Ruoxin blushed and buried herself in the quilt.

John is cleaning with Blake.

Jessica, who was out shopping, finally came back.

Carrying large and small bags in his hands, he was humming an unknown tune.

"I paid a month's salary in advance on the first day I went to work, and I didn't come back until the store was closed..." John cast a dissatisfied glance at Jessica.

Jessica grabbed John confidently and whispered something in his ear, and went upstairs with a chuckle.

Jessica, who put down her things after a while, came down to clean up with the two of them.

Just after cleaning for a while, the Wilshes walked in side by side. It turned out that the two had already found a new house neatly and invited John and Jessica to have dinner together.

Jessica and John didn't return to the gun shop until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Your family is so happy." Jessica sighed.

The few people chatted a lot, mainly about the past few months when they were kidnapped by the Mace Gang.

The concern for each other is beyond words.

"Yes, I am very fortunate to have such parents." John also sighed a little.

Taking today's newspaper at the door, the two walked upstairs talking and laughing.

Jessica stood by the closet, sorting out the things she bought today.

This wardrobe has no doors, it is more like a set of shelves nailed to the wall, with a row of clothes hanging in the middle, and the lower shelves on both sides are mostly empty.

Jessica just happened to have room to hang the clothes she just bought.Jewelry can be placed in the lattice on one side.

John was lying on the sofa, reading the newspaper.

"This year's Pole Award winner - Mr. Tony Stark."

The story of Iron Man is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)