Need a Lawyer?

Chapter 2: Need a Lawyer?

The illustrious Black Widow clearly did not take the threats of a restaurant owner to heart.

Although Alvin was quite tall, who cared?

Natasha said in a serious tone, "I represent S.H.I.E.L.D., and I am now requiring your cooperation. Or, I will arrest you on charges of illegal possession of weapons and take over your restaurant to conduct my work."

She spoke as if it were a matter of course, leaving Alvin no room for refusal.

Alvin truly had not expected that an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. would have such a demeanor!

To be so overbearing toward an ordinary person! Although Alvin was certainly not an ordinary person, and the illegal possession of weapons was also true.

But this was Hell's Kitchen, where the vast majority of residents possessed their own defensive weapons.

These weapons were used to combat dangers that could appear at any moment.

Using this charge to arrest a resident of Hell's Kitchen was something even the police of Big Apple City would not do.

Alvin was stunned for a moment. He was somewhat disappointed by Natasha's attitude; it seemed the character of the Avengers was not as good as portrayed in the movies!

Not wanting to get entangled any further, Alvin looked at Natasha with cold eyes and said coldly, "I don't know what kind of department S.H.I.E.L.D. is, and I don't care! If you want to charge me with any crime, please call the police or the FBI. Oh, and remember to have them bring a search warrant."

After speaking, Alvin turned, opened the back door of his restaurant in the alley, and walked inside. As he closed the door, he thought for a moment, turned back, and said, "This is Hell's Kitchen. My restaurant welcomes guests who come to dine. But if anyone enters the second floor where I live, I will exercise my rights as a citizen for self-defense."

"Bang!" The iron door was slammed shut!

Natasha's expression was somewhat ugly. Although these were the results she wanted, how long had it been since she had been rebuffed in front of an ordinary person?

This Alvin first ignored her beauty and then ignored her threats. While these things would not make her feel "defeated," curiosity was definitely there.

Especially since a female voice mocked her through her earpiece, "If you want to blow your undercover mission, you need to make it authentic. Coulson is never easy to fool! This restaurant owner isn't bad; he should be able to fulfill your wishes. It is said that John Gaddler is about to take over the investigation into the attack on you, so you better hurry up!"

Natasha touched the wound on her waist caused by the previous attack, cursed under her breath, and turned to walk out of the alley.

In a foul mood, Natasha passed the thugs who had been knocked unconscious and kicked the head of a black thug who had just regained consciousness.

The unlucky guy's head slammed heavily against the nearby trash can with a loud "thud," and he passed out again.

Having kicked the thug unconscious, Natasha's mood seemed to improve slightly. As an elite agent, the situation just now could only be considered a trivial setback.

Her initial plan had been to quickly enter the restaurant, find an opportunity to contact the target, and then quickly end the mission, rather than some undercover observation.

Now, her intelligence seemed to have a problem. Regarding this restaurant owner, aside from his name and history being correct, his personality did not match at all.

Natasha herself felt that a person of Chinese descent should be relatively timid, although Alvin lived in Hell's Kitchen, the most chaotic place in Big Apple City, and still managed to run a small restaurant safely.

This showed he had a little bit of ability, but the fact that Alvin could ignore her threats and retort so articulately was completely beyond her expectations.

However, even if she wanted to end or blow this mission quickly, the process still had to be followed.

Natasha walked slowly out of the alley and turned right toward the front door of Alvin's restaurant.

Alvin's restaurant was a two-story building facing the street that had been renovated. The first floor was the restaurant, the second floor was where Ye Qing lived, and the basement was the warehouse.

This was the only inheritance left to Alvin by his parents in this world.

Above the wooden door of the restaurant hung a Chinese sign that read "Peace Hotel," and on both sides of the door hung a red lantern with strong Chinese characteristics.

Underneath the lanterns lay two black giant dogs, each with a shoulder height of over 120 centimeters when they stood up.

Actually, anyone with experience could tell that these were two giant wolves with astonishing physiques, yet none of the nearby residents passing by the restaurant were afraid of them. Some mischievous children would even hug the necks of the giant wolves and play affectionately with them.

Whenever the two giant wolves encountered rowdy children, they would interact with them in a very human-like way, then use their front paws to pat the children's bottoms and chase them back to their parents.

Natasha was very surprised. One had to know it was ten o'clock at night, and this was Hell's Kitchen. Even police patrol cars dared not enter here after 12 midnight.

Yet this street behaved like an ordinary residential neighborhood, with nearby residents taking walks on the street from time to time.

This was absolutely impossible to see in the other 24 blocks of Hell's Kitchen. In a normal part of Hell's Kitchen, there were very few pedestrians on the road after 8 o'clock.

After dark, those standing under the dim streetlights were either drug dealers or pimps; this was a place where even prostitutes were unwilling to solicit on the streets.

But the street before Natasha's eyes was completely different from the Hell's Kitchen in her impression. She knew there must be something wrong with the intelligence she was given.

Natasha did not expect that before the mission had even begun, unexpected situations would arise one after another.

This made her feel that things were very interesting, giving Natasha, who had originally been in a hurry to end this simple mission, some genuine interest—not in the target, but in the restaurant owner, Alvin.

Anyone with eyes could see that the peace on this street must have something to do with this restaurant called the "Peace Hotel."

Almost everyone slowed their pace when passing the restaurant entrance, and even if they didn't go in, they would greet the two giant wolves at the door. "Hi, Thor. Hi, Dom."

As for the guys dressed like gangsters, even if they passed by, they would quickly cross the street to the opposite sidewalk, carefully avoiding the line of sight of the two giant wolves.

Natasha walked to the restaurant entrance with great interest and followed the passersby in greeting the two giant wolves, "Hi, Thor. Hi, Dom."

The two giant wolves sniffed the air; they clearly did not like the smell on Natasha. They stood up and let out a low, growling "woof" at her, clearly full of hostility toward her.

Although Natasha could not be called afraid while being stared at by the two giant wolves, she was indeed somewhat nervous. She was not carrying firearms for this mission, only some small gadgets for self-defense. Whether those things could stop this pair of giant wolves was a question mark.

She didn't know why these giant wolves, which were very friendly to others, were so unfriendly to her.

If the two giant wolves attacked her, she estimated she didn't have much confidence in leaving the place unscathed.

"Miss, I suggest you take two steps back. Thor and Dom are not to be trifled with." A young voice sounded from behind Natasha.

Natasha turned her head and discovered two young men who had arrived together.

One was a curly-haired, chubby youth who was constantly smiling, and the other was a blind youth holding a white cane.

It was the chubby curly-haired guy who spoke. While talking to Natasha, he enthusiastically leaned toward the two giant wolves to greet them, "Hi, Thor. Hi, Dom," and reached out to pat the giant wolves' heads, only to have his hand swatted away by their front paws.

After coldly staring at Natasha, the two giant wolves patted the fat guy's thigh with their front paws as a greeting, then turned and returned to both sides of the door to lie down again.

The enthusiastic fat guy turned to look at Natasha, grinning and smiling sincerely: "It's rare to see a stranger appear in Hell's Kitchen so late, especially a beautiful lady like you. I think you might have encountered some trouble. My name is Foggy Nelson, a lawyer from the 'Nelson & Murdock' law firm. I look forward to serving you!" After saying this, Foggy took out a business card and handed it to Natasha.