Count Dracula's handsome face kept a smile on his face and said, "Well, that duck must be remarkable." ”

Count Dracula, who is beautifully dressed and has a generous manners, can easily impress people.

Jessica, who heard the gunshots, took her two children from the room to the lobby. Right now, his eyes are shining, Count Dracula, this masculine vampire.

Compared with Alvin, well~ In terms of appearance and clothing taste, Dracula has to throw Alvin two streets. However, in terms of temperament, Alvin is obviously more like a person and more warm. Count Dracula, apparently too perfect, would rather like a fragile work of art, just look at it. Well~ It's better for Alvin!

Alvin took a deep look, Fury, who was obviously surprised, smiled, raised his glass and touched Count Dracula, and said, "So, Your Excellency Count Dracula, can you tell me what you mean?" ”

Dracula, touching his mustache, the same action, Dracula looks much more handsome than Stark. "I'm currently based in New York, and I've recently heard that the people in Hell's Kitchen are very unfriendly to the Bloodline, so I wanted to check it out. Maybe it's a misunderstanding, but not necessarily. ”

"Bloodline?" Alvin tilted his head and looked at Count Dracula, and said, "What's that?" We've killed a lot of vampires lately, and they're the Bloods, you said? ”

Dracula drank the whiskey from the glass in one gulp, shook his head and smiled, "The ones you killed are not called bloods, they are just descendants of the bloodlines that have developed in order to serve people." A slave of the Bloodline is not a Bloodline. ”

Alvin let out an "oh", looked playfully at the vampire in front of him, who seemed to him to be completely pretending, and said jokingly: "Then what are you doing here?" Get justice for your livestock. Or you can offer them a price, and I can compensate them according to the price. ”

Count Dracula's face gradually turned cold, stared at Alvin, and said, "I just want to see what kind of people can not take the blood clan in their eyes at all. There is not even the slightest bit of awe. As he spoke, he glanced at Director Fury, who was obviously also complicating him.

Director Fury glared at Count Dracula with a kind of one-eyed gaze, and said, "Mr. Earl, why don't you go back and find a coffin to lie in, the issue of the blood clan should be resolved by your Council of Elders to negotiate with us." Your half-breed men haven't been restless lately. ”

Count Dracula, with a bright smile, looked at Director Fury, and said indifferently, "So what? With that, he quickly grabbed Alvin's neck with his left hand and tried to treat him.

Alvin sneered and kicked the switch under the bar. "Smack". Alvin's entire house, from the inside out, was lit up with intense light.

Count Dracula, screaming, stepped back, trying to exit the dining room. Alvin brutally raised the modified shotgun, and the "bang" shot slammed into Count Dracula's handsome face.

The shotgun loaded with the rune "Ed" fired more than a hundred or so projectiles, although it did not kill the mighty Count Dracula, but it smashed his face into a miserable lunar surface. A "Ed" blessed power, it's still a bit difficult for this old immortal, and tomorrow I'll equip JJ and Frank with +3 "Ed" weapons.

JJ, who had been impatient for a long time, didn't know where to pick up an iron rod, and used the posture of playing golf to pick up the iron rod in a perfect arc, and the huge kinetic energy even bent the iron rod, taking advantage of the moment when Count Dracula was shot in the face, a stick hit Count Dracula's legs, "Smack~"

Count Dracula, who was already in great pain by the sunlamp, lost his voice in an instant like a rooster stuck in the neck. Then he covered his crotch and fell to the ground, ignoring the smoke from the sunlamp, and let out a high-pitched scream.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson, who were on the side, felt a chill between their legs, and their legs clenched involuntarily. JJ is so cruel that he hasn't noticed it before.

Frank rushed in front of Jessica as soon as the sun lights on, blocking her and the two children behind.

Alvin pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face, got used to it, and jumped out of the bar with one hand.

Remington shotgun, smashing all five remaining bullets in the chamber into Count Dracula's head.

I have to praise it, Count Dracula, this old vampire thing, is amazing, he was illuminated by the sunlamp, his balls were broken, and he was shot so many times in the head by Alvin, and he could still roll on the ground and scream.

The sun lamp here was a gift from Stark yesterday. Although he became a joke on television, the knowledge-cursed genius still came up with a whole plan for vampires within two days, and had a set sent to his perceived friend.

Count Dracula's special abilities were almost diminished in the sun, and he could only rely on his cheekiness as he grew over the years to fend off Alvin's gunfire. It's a joke, this old vampire is so powerful that he can't be beaten to death like this.

Alvin took the iron rod from JJ's hand and motioned for him to find a rope. He began to swing an iron rod like a cruel loan shark to teach poor students who had already defaulted on several campus loans. (Warning children, don't borrow usury) and brutally beat Count Dracula for five minutes. During this period, the iron rod was deformed and bent several times, and was straightened by Alvin, and continued to beat Count Dracula.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson, who were standing on the sidelines and watching the whole process, watched in horror, Count Dracula was a super strong person registered with S.H.I.E.L.D., and was pressed to the ground by Alvin like this, beaten like a gangster, isn't it too unreal.

Thor and Dom hadn't helped before, but now, rushing up, a wolf bit one of the legs and tore hard.

Frank saw Count Dracula repeat the tragedy of the Black Bear boss last week, and he was a little unbearable. A Remington was copied from the bar and shot at the earl's head. But if you can't die, there's nothing I can do.

JJ found an umbrella rope and, like a skilled kidnapper, tied Count Dracula into a rice dumpling, and Count Dracula, whose head was beaten into a blood gourd, was powerless to resist and could only let him do it.

Alvin looked at Count Dracula, lying on the ground, illuminated by the strong sunlamp, with only smoke coming from his body and slightly chapped skin. My heart is a little heavy. The genius in Marvel is not reliable! A phone call was made to Stark, giving him a bad review of his vampire control system.

Stark, who was woken up, scolded like thunder, impossible! Let him wait, and he will rush over and see the vampire who can't die.

Turn off some of the sun's lamps in the shop, leaving only a few of them facing Count Dracula. This kind of lamp is easy to get skin cancer if it shines too much, and it costs a lot of electricity, so leave it to the earl to enjoy!