Director Fury heard Alvin's slightly provocative words, grinning completely disproportionately wide, revealing snow-white teeth. He said with a smile: "Mixed with blood should be a good choice. ”

Alvin pursed his lips, tilted his head, and kindly served him a glass of beer and a glass of whiskey, and said, "Then hurry up and finish it and get out of here." Honestly, man, I'm having a hard time getting myself to have a crush on you. ”

Fury laughed and said, "Why? Because I don't have a sexy big ass? "You may feel like you're telling a great joke, and you're laughing there.

Alvin looked at Director Fury a little indifferently, smiled less warmly, and said, "I'm a hospitable person, but you must not be on my client list." ”

Fury asked with interest, "Why?" Because of Stark's antics on TV these two days? Or do you have racism? He stared at his only eye with an exaggerated expression, like an inquisitive child, and looked at Alvin curiously.

Alvin poured himself a glass of whiskey with ice, looked at Fury coldly, and said, "Frank told me that one of his close comrades-in-arms, a very influential person, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

Solve his troubles after he has completed his revenge on the gangsters. The price is not to go into trouble with some government officials. Saying that, Alvin drained the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and looked at it, what happened to his face? Fury of the look.

"Frank trusts this guy and even names his own son, Nick. But when Frank's wife was killed and his son lost a leg, where did this influential bitch go? ”

Alvin slammed his fist on the bar, "When Frank was blinded and sent on a mission, where was this bitch raised?" Alvin's eyes stared like a falcon, Fury's only eye, "While Nick was crippled in a hospital bed, this bitch raised it, where, where, in!" ”

The hippie smile on Fury's face disappeared, and he looked at Alvin coldly, and said angrily, "Then I'll tell you, where that bitch raised." ”

Frank with a complicated look on his face for a moment, "When the explosion happened, this bitch was raised to chase the ass of a bunch of terrorists in Europe. This bitch was raised while Nick was lying in the hospital, and this bitch was wiping his ass when the chemical weapons crisis was being resolved in the Middle East and Frank was taking revenge. ”

Fury glared at Alvin angrily, "To protect Nick." This bitch raised him, changed the profile of the guy who adopted him, and made his best agent here, making a big fool, which is still a joke to this day. ”

Fury slammed the table hard and yelled at Alvin, "Say, where did this bitch go?" ”

Alvin looked at Fury mockingly, and said coldly: "This bitch is raised, he is in a high position, and he is too busy to even make a phone call?" Knowing that his comrades-in-arms, his wife died and his son was injured, can't he even take a personal look at the cards? Knowing how cruel it was to send Frank on a mission at that time, couldn't this bitch in a high position raise him a word? ”

Fury did not show weakness, and said angrily: "We are all public officials, and it is his duty to serve the country. Me too, all my time, working to protect the entire planet. ”

Alvin spread his hands and said with a sneer: "Look, that's the difference between us, so you're not my friend, please don't break in at my family party time next time." Right now! Glancing at Fury and a helpless Coulson, he stretched out his hand to the door, "Get out!" ”

Fury, who found that he and Alvin had completely different concepts, put on a businesslike face and said, "I don't want to convince you, Alvin, I'm just here to remind you that vampires are a big problem." Before you sink too deep, quickly get out. ”

Alvin looked at Fury playfully and said, "It's hard for me to understand why the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. came to say these things to me. I thought we should be on the same side, at least when it comes to vampires. Isn't it the duty of S.H.I.E.L.D. to deal with this kind of thing? ”

Director Fury glanced at Frank, who was drinking alcohol, sighed a little helplessly, and said, "It's hard for me to explain to you the complicated issues, you can kill all the vampires you see, and then face the possible revenge." You have the ability. But you can't expose them to the public. S.H.I.E.L.D. itself has a department dedicated to hunting down criminal vampires to curb the harm that vampires do to humans. ”

Alvin didn't understand politics, and he didn't really want to think about the complex issues involved. It's just that he has a very simple idea. Wolves and sheep will never be friends, they are natural enemies. The relationship between humans and vampires is the same, and it is difficult for Alvin to understand why so many people in society in his previous life liked vampires and thought they were cool. Why, in this life, there will be so many "Ha ghost clans" in this world.

But Alvin's strength alone is limited after all, and Stark, not because of external pressure, went to Afghanistan as if he fled to test his new missile.

After thinking for a moment, Alvin said, "It's your duty to deal with them, and I'm only responsible for killing them all when they appear around me!" Because~" Picking up a shot from the bar, Remington shot at the door, "This is my territory!" ”

A heroic figure was blasted out of the air.

Short dark brown curly hair, handsome face like a knife and an axe, and two sexy mustaches. A slightly thin and tough figure, a custom suit that is clearly made by a master.

Alvin's shot didn't hurt him, and a black ripple flickered in front of him, blocking the bullet.

The mustache was not embarrassed in the slightest by being blasted out of the air. The cane in his hand danced a cane flower, behaving like a very cultivated English gentleman. Nodding to everyone present.

Walking to the bar, he nodded to Fury, then looked at Alvin, smiled and said, "Perhaps, you can bring me a glass of blood whiskey first." "A look of everything under control.

In the face of this sudden guy, Alvin was very calm, this way of playing could not put pressure on him, if he wore a blue tights and red panties outside, maybe Alvin would be scared.

Alvin smiled, poured him a glass of whiskey, handed it to him, and asked, "I'm Alwin, the owner of the Peace Hotel, I don't know who you are?" ”

The handsome man with a mustache took the whiskey, took a sip of it to his lips, chuckled, and said, "You may not have heard my name, my name is Vlad Dracula." A Hungarian count. ”

Alvin covered his mouth in surprise and said, "I always thought Dracula was a duck!" ”