Iron Altman passing by Marvel

The Van Helsing Bar in Flushing is named after the demon hunter protagonist in the movie Van Helsing, but it is actually a small stronghold where dark creatures and ghosts often reside.

Here, without the constraints of order and morality, all kinds of people release their most primitive impulses under the chaotic stage lights. Alcohol, drugs and promiscuity are the eternal themes of this lost paradise.

"Are you sure that the group of little bats will meet here? Let's have a dance and exchange feelings."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and two tall figures came in from outside the house.

"Oh my god, I thought they would be in an old castle with a long history, listening to dramas, drinking red wine, then washing their necks and waiting for our favor."

Obviously, the man who talks all over the place is the playboy we are familiar with.

"If that guy hadn't lied to me"

The other party paused and slowly moved his hands and feet.

"It should be here."

Silver-red and gold-red armor blocked the door, like an iron wall, cutting off the possibility of any suspicious characters escaping.

however

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes passed, and the bar still looked like a bunch of demons dancing wildly. The people who had lost their sense due to alcohol and sex were immersed in the pleasure, and they didn't even notice that there were two uninvited guests around them.

"You brat, do you think we have been ignored?"

Mr. Stark sounded a little unhappy when he spoke. He has always been the darling of major newspapers and media. He has not experienced this feeling of being ignored for a long time.

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What else could Bruce say? Two such big tin cans can’t be seen at the door. Could it be that the people inside are all StarCraft players?

Finally, maybe he drank too much and wanted to go out to release his inventory. A drunk man stumbled into Stark's body.

"Hey man, you're blocking the road."

The close contact between his head and the horse armor made an ear-piercing sound. The drunk man covered his head and yelled angrily at Tony.

"I said man, don't you see who I am?"

Tony looked at the guy in front of him who didn't seem very smart with a strange look on his face.

"Um"

The other party rubbed his groggy eyes, stared at Tony for a moment, and then suddenly put his hand on Stark's shoulder and laughed.

"Why, are you trying to tell me that a big shot like Tony Stark would come to such a shabby place to have fun?"

"Anyone can make a football team cover girl"

"But this counterfeit of yours is indeed interesting. It must have cost a lot of money. Why don't you take it off and show it to your buddies?"

The drunkard held out his hand with a playful smile.

"Bruce"

Tony looked at the silent lraa aside with questioning eyes.

"He has the scent of a vampire and the smell of residual blood."

Possessing the power of light that is completely opposite to darkness, Bruce frowned and could easily sense the dirty and disgusting smell of the other party.

"Then I won't have any psychological pressure."

Tony shrugged, pointed his palm at the opponent's head, and after briefly accumulating power, a laser penetrated directly into the opponent's eye socket.

The light cannon passed through the top of the dance hall without using up its remaining power. When it shot down a certain decorative mirror ball, it also made a huge noise and knocked out an unlucky guy who happened to be standing below.

After a brief silence, screams suddenly sounded.

"Hey, hey guys, I said be quiet, okay?"

Tony hit his feet with another laser cannon, which successfully served as a warning to the monkeys, and the huge nightclub instantly fell silent.

"I would like to ask everyone here to do a small favor. It may delay everyone's time for a few minutes."

The customers looked at each other in confusion, and soon there were chirping sounds coming from everywhere.

"Oh my God, it's Iron Man. I saw that right."

"There is also the mysterious person who appeared that night. Sure enough, they know each other."

And with this effort, Bruce looked around. Except for the Hagui tribe who didn't feel anything at all, they were still talking enthusiastically. There were a few figures in the crowd who were exuding a putrid smell. They had realized that something was wrong and were not moving. He moved visibly away from the two of them.

"Found you."

After muttering to himself, Bruce jumped up instantly, and the arc-shaped gap in his left arm dimly lit up with white light.

Just when the other party was about to touch the secret door under the bar, the light splitting wheel accurately left a ravine in front of them.

"If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly."

With a faint threatening tone, Bruce walked over slowly step by step, and the sound of his footsteps was like a heavy hammer, hitting the leader's heart time and time again.

"What do you want to do?"

Forcing herself to calm down, the woman named Ambra summoned up the courage to ask tremblingly.

"I just want to ask you a little question."

Bruce stopped less than three meters away from her, staring directly at her with his cold eyes.

"Tell me all the information you know about the breeding farm. There must be no omissions or defects. I will give you 1 minute to think."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out another light splitting wheel with his backhand, directly physically transcending a vampire who was sneaking around in the corner and wanted to tip off the enemy.

"The signal here has been blocked by us, so you don't have to think too hard."

"Besides, my patience has its limit. You still have seconds to think about it."

Without even looking at the opponent's fate, Bruce's voice hidden under the mask remained cold and cold.

When Ambra heard the other party say the word "breeding farm", her heart skipped a beat.

What kind of idiot leaked this kind of news?

Although she herself disagrees with this, anyone with a little bit of thinking knows that once this kind of thing is brought to light, even those wealthy congressmen who colluded with them in the past for the sake of longevity will definitely fight with them immediately. Clear the relationship.

How can humans, a race that can be so cruel to its own kind, tolerate a group of superior dark creatures, treating them as pigs and sheep?

"Your Excellency, what do you mean by this? Why don't I understand?"

Although she wanted to scold the bastard who exposed the vampire information in her heart, Ambra still pretended to be pitiful on the surface and looked at Tony Stark, whose identity was already clear.

"We are just an ordinary bar here. I think you two must have found the wrong place."

With the talent of the vampires and the perfect care he acquired, even though Ambra is already thirty years old, he still retains his charm, like a ripe apple that makes people want to take a bite.

If the time, place and identity were different, maybe Tony would really be interested in playing a friendly match with the other party.

But now

He waved his hands and looked helpless, but the playboy was not moved at all.

Bruce raised his right hand indifferently, and the Specium Light Blade suddenly lit up, turning the opponent into ashes without even a hum.

"Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice."

After a series of crisp attacks, in the eyes of the vampires, Bruce's figure was immediately equated with the devil.

Not paying attention to the fearful expressions of everyone, the Iron Warrior's stern gaze passed over the remaining people one by one.

"So, who will be the next lucky person?"