Blade sat alone at a cold drink stall on the side of the road, holding a cream ice cream in his hand, and the sun shining on his body made him feel a wonderful sense of comfort. He took a bite of the ice cream in his hand, and his eyes under his sunglasses looked around without stopping. "What the hell is that guy thinking? She actually offered to join forces with me, or I wanted to see what she was up to. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm done, the sun is so strong, I can only wear more sunscreen, you know." A woman in a beige slim-fit trench coat, white leggings, and brown sunglasses pulled open the chair in front of Blade and made it down.

Blade glanced at the woman, her face showing no signs of sunscreen, and her clothes weren't as tightly wrapped as he had imagined. Blade thought to himself, "Can she completely ignore the sun?" She didn't seem to be affected in any way. ”

"You seem surprised?" Venia spoke to Blade.

"Without further ado, what do you mean by the letter you left that night?" Blade leaned forward, his elbow resting on the table, a little pressing, and he desperately wondered what Venia was thinking.

"Relax, little one, I'm here with sincerity, I'm no different from a normal human woman in this damn sun." Venia smiled, and she took the initiative to expose her weaknesses. However, she actually said a little less, although she can't be as strong as at night in the sun, but the runes on her body can still give her a certain combat ability, at least, she is not without self-protection ability.

"I brought you a gift." Venia pulled out an envelope from her bag, the envelope was bulging, but it obviously wouldn't be a stack of dollars. Venia pushed the envelope in front of Blade, motioning for Blade to open it. Blade pulled out a knife from inside his trench coat and swiped it along the envelope, opening the envelope with ease.

Blade gently stirred the inside of the envelope with his knife, and after making sure that there was nothing special, he pulled the knife out, glanced at his knife, and then took the contents of the envelope out. A piece of paper is folded square, and looking at the thickness of the paper, there should be a lot of things written on it.

The blade pinched the corner of the letter, and with a shake of his hand, the folded letter was instantly restored. Blade held the letter in both hands, his eyes behind his sunglasses swayed from side to side, the text on the letter was not much, and there were some pictures, after reading it, Blade took off his sunglasses, and his reddish eyes were full of scrutiny. "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Can't you see that?" Venia moved a strand of long hair from her forehead to the back, "Isn't that obvious?" She smiled slyly. Of course I hope you'll kill them. Venia lifted her sunglasses.

Blade is a good fighter in combat, as countless vampires have turned to ashes can attest, but he's a little less inaccurate when it comes to intrigue. He remembered what Whistler had said to him earlier: "Vampires become less trustworthy the older they get, and the best way to deal with them is to drive them into their hearts with a stake, so that the nonsense is useless." ”

Blade grinned. "Say your purpose, I'm not in the mood to think about you, if you really want me to cooperate with you, then you can say it." Blade touched the darts under his trench coat, and he was prepared for the best. Venia said simply: "It's very simple, New York City, it's my place, I don't want them to come." Blade suppressed his emotions so that he wouldn't flick his trench coat and throw all the darts on his body.

"You're so daring."

"How can you dominate New York if you don't have the guts?" Venia got up and left the place directly, leaving Blade alone, Blade wanted to catch up and ask for a good understanding, but his body instinct told him not to act casually, so he planned to ask Whistler to see what he had to say.

As soon as Blade got up, a taxi pulled up in front of him. A man and a woman opened the car door, and it seemed that they didn't want to take an extra second in the car. As soon as the woman got out of the car, she yelled at the driver, her voice was a little sharp, and she looked very angry, and the man who was traveling with him persuaded her, and she was also yelled: "Shut up." The taxi took the opportunity to leave, and Blade shook his head, thinking to himself, "Woman"

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells. "I'm General Ross." General Ross picked up the phone, a cigar in his mouth, making him slurred a little. He was pleased with the news on the phone, and he threw the cigar in his mouth into the ashtray, and with a heavy press, he threw away a long section of the cigar. Picking up a pen and signing the paperwork, he raised his hand and said, "Tell Francis that he can warm up for the third round." ”

"Yes, General."

As soon as the soldier left General Ross's desk, the phone rang again, and he picked it up. "I'm General Ross, please." A succinct and calm female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello General Ross, I'm S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Maria Hill. ”

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, what's the matter with me?" General Ross shifted his answering position, and he leaned back in his chair to make himself comfortable.

"We've gotten word that you're planning to capture Bross Banner tonight?" Maria Hill's voice was a little serious.

"Military secrets, I refuse to answer." General Ross said in a vague way, he knew that there was nothing to say about dealing with this group of agents, a military secret could be shirked, as for how the agents understood, it was their business, this is a common technique used by military generals.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. wants you to stop capturing Bruce Banner."

"What do you mean by that? Could S.H.I.E.L.D. harbor criminals?! "General Ross wants to press Hill from the momentum.

"We're not shielding Bruce Banner, but we want you not to arrest him in New York during these three days."

"Isn't this a cover-up?! Three days later, three days later he will be able to run to Russia! ”

"We have the authority of the Supreme Security Council, and I order you not to arrest New York for three days! The authorization file will arrive after the phone hangs up. Maria Hill hung up.

General Ross hung up angrily, but fortunately the military items were strong enough, otherwise the microphone would have been broken into several pieces. As soon as the phone hung up, the authorization document was sent, and General Ross picked it up, looked at it, said nothing, and picked up the phone again. "I'm General Ross, tonight's operation is canceled, tonight's operation is canceled, when the operation will be notified separately, when the operation will be notified separately." General Ross hung up the phone, leaned back heavily, and made a screeching noise with his chair, but he didn't care, he opened the drawer at the bottom of the table, rummaged through it, took out a flat iron flask, unscrewed the lid, took two sips, and put it back again. The cigar in the ashtray was picked up and re-lit, and he tilted his head back and exhaled a cloud of smoke, enveloping himself in smoke.

"Hey boy, you're coming." Whistler stopped what he was doing, and the empty room was finally silent for a moment, without the irritating sound of banging.

Blade took off his trench coat and hung it up, and took off his sunglasses, and he pulled out the letter that Venia had given him from his bosom, "Look at it, old man, you know more about this than I do. Whistler heard this, and took the letter that Blade had handed him.

"This guy has a lot of plans, you have to be careful when you cooperate with her." Whistler gave it a cursory look, and he warned Blade to be careful with Venia. "I know, I'll be careful of her." Blade nodded, he seemed to remember something, and he asked Whistler. "Old man, do you know what kind of vampire is not affected by sunlight? When I met her today, she was exactly the feeling of this human woman, and I couldn't feel the slightest feeling of a vampire. Blade said solemnly.

"Not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the sun." Whistler muttered the information Blade had told him as he searched for something in the rows of his bookshelves. He pulled out a thick book from the shelf, put it on the table, and flipped through the pages. Blade leaned in, and a smell of decay entered his nose, and he frowned.

"It's been handed down." Whistler noticed Blade's expression, "The black letters on each of these yellowed pages of paper are the blood of countless witchers. Whistler stopped what he was doing, and he seemed to have something to gain. Got it. He pointed to a piece of text, which he swiped with his hand, "See?" That's it, a vampire that's at least three hundred years old, and maybe a little more, according to you. ”

Blade lay on the edge of the table, read the description word by word, he raised his head, looked at Whistler, and said solemnly: "Old man, I want the most powerful equipment, and when the time comes, you must pay attention to yourself." ”

"Mind yourself, boy, my old bones can't be gnawed by ordinary people! I have an idea, how about combining bombs and holy water? ”

"Can you try it? I'm going out again. Blade took his eyes and put his trench coat back on. What about my motorcycle? ”

"Over there, I'll get it for you." Whistler gestured in the direction. "Boy, why are you going?"

"I'm going to talk to Stark." Blade got on the bike and twisted the throttle, and the sound of the engine made Blade very satisfied.

Whistler looked up at Blade. "That Stark?" (Ed, Roper, or Bran)

"And that Stark? Tony Stark. Blade lifted his feet and drove the motorcycle out of the base.

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