After Alvin hung up, he suddenly realized he'd grown a little disconnected from Hell's Kitchen...
A lot of interesting things must have happened there, and unfortunately, he hadn't been around for any of them.
Being shoved into handling major affairs across the Solar System had suddenly started to wear on him.
It felt like the work would never end. One headache after another kept coming, and there was no escaping or avoiding any of it!
It wasn't that Alvin was especially tired. He was just fed up...
He'd rather drag Wu Lie into a chat than take part in negotiations that would decide Attilan's fate...
Alvin simply wasn't cut out for this kind of thing...
He was decades old if you added up his years across both lives, and he could see through plenty of petty scheming and frustrating nonsense.
But trying to trade blows in a war of words like Zhang Qiang and the others was asking too much of him.
After opening a portal and bringing Norman Osborn's team over, Alvin punched a huge hole in the Ring-Shaped Spaceship—which didn't look all that advanced anyway—and let the excited researchers inside.
Seeing the look of disdain on Norman Osborn's face, Alvin angrily flipped the old shoehorn a middle finger, then stormed off to find some Xenomorphs to practice his punches on...
The Xenomorphs in Attilan's city had stopped appearing in large groups...
They'd begun hiding in the shadows or interiors of buildings, using the tactics they were best at to fight the Gun Club Soldiers for control of the space.
These Xenomorphs couldn't exactly be called qualified "soldiers," but they were perfect hunters.
Along the way, Alvin had already seen seven or eight Gun Club Soldiers injured by Xenomorphs and sent to a temporary medical center in the Royal