Marvel's Cyber ​​Winter Soldier

Outside of downtown Detroit, a quaint and quiet European-style medieval manor.

On the outskirts of the manor, at the base of the outermost wall of the garden, several young men with pale complexions were puffing out clouds with grass rolls in their mouths.

These young people are not the kind of gothic rock youths who are dressed in fancy clothes. They are all in suits and leather shoes, but they can't hide their vibes, and they still don't fit in with this very stylish manor.

These young people also had a leader, who was the one everyone else was facing, with hairsprayed prickly hair, loose tie, unbuttoned neckline, and a rebellious expression.

His name is Deacon Frost, and he is a transformed vampire, a servant, bastard, and dog in the eyes of pure blood vampires.

He has been bitter about it.

It was an accidental opportunity for him to serve a handsome old man with good taste. At first he thought that the handsome old man just had a bit more taste, but in the end he found out that he became a vampire.

Only then did he know that that handsome old man was also an elder in the vampire clan, with a very high status.

Promoted from "food" to eater, he became a higher level existence in the food chain, and he was loved by the old handsome guy. He originally thought that he would be the existence at the bottom of the chain of contempt among human beings, and become a superior person in one fell swoop. From now on, the Master will crawl at his feet and be his dog!

Afterwards, he discovered that he was still a dog, the dog in the eyes of those purebred vampires, and he was still a mongrel dog!

Even because he was the elder's dog, ordinary vampires would not bully him, but he couldn't bear the look at the dog.

He wants to be in the top position, wants more, he wants to be an existence that will trample those vampires who despise him under their feet!

However, the class within the vampire is solidified, bastards will never have a chance, and he has no way to work hard at all. He seems to be in a good position, managing several gangs and several venues, but a dog is a dog, and he will always beg for mercy from his master.

At most, Dickon Frost can only do what he is doing now. He himself takes in a group of younger brothers, a group of bastards among the bastards, hiding in a place where the pure-blooded vampires can't see, and being his boss for comfort.

He didn't want to come here, this pure-blood base camp, but he was summoned here by his master to meet the patriarch, and he was disdainful in his heart, but he wanted to show trepidation to satisfy the bullshit vanity of those pure-blood vampires .

Then he was dismissed with a few words, and he couldn't go back to his territory, but was doing odd jobs here, no wonder he was so depressed.

But he also had one thing in his heart, that is, the reason why the patriarch summoned him was to ask him about a black girl who bit him for a change of taste more than [-] years ago, but he remembered it very clearly, because even if there was Even with the favor of the elders, he can't transform many vampires, there are only a dozen or so under his command.

At that time, he was pissed off by a pure-blood who came to check the accounts, knocked a lot of messy things, and was so excited that he bit a random one on the street and had a good time.

And if it wasn't for that black girl named Vanessa Brooks, who later transformed into a vampire, and looked for it according to the business card he dropped, he would have forgotten that it happened.

But later he recalled that the woman seemed to have a big belly?

But he didn't care, anyway, the woman said she had a miscarriage?

Unexpectedly, the patriarch called him here today to ask about that bastard?

Then he realized that that bastard was actually the latest vampire killer?

Fuck you, you're promising!

Deacon Frost vaguely felt that there seemed to be an opportunity, but he couldn't find inspiration and couldn't grasp it, so he was so annoying.

But at this moment, his keen sense of hearing caught the sound of the car racing, and not long after, he saw a black Mercedes-Benz big G, ignoring the half-blood vampire guarding the door, directly crashed into it, and was blown away by that unlucky bastard. .

The thing hurts its kind, Dickon couldn't help but spit, but he was also curious, this is the pure-blooded special forces team that can't be dragged, and they said they were going to catch that bastard. When they went there, there were six cars, but why did only one come back? , look at the roof, there are many bullet holes?

"Quinn, go and find out."

"Me? Let Robert go, I have a stomach ache."

Quinn is a kind of naive little fat man, but he has a silly face and a heart. He is usually a good brother. He rushes to the front when he takes advantage of it, and hides at the back when there is a problem.

"hurry up!"

Dickon flicked his fingers impatiently, and the straw bounced directly on the little fat man's body, splashing sparks.

The little fat man took a slow step and turned his head three times, and was kicked by Dickon again before he ran over muttering.

But she still sneaked and played tricks, ran to the gate, and made friends with the flying vampire.

Dickon had nothing to do with these two skinny faces, and was just about to send another one to the past, when his ears moved suddenly, and there was a more irritable roar of the engine.

Who is here again?

Bang!

As Dickon was thinking about it, he saw the light coming from the gate of the manor. Quinn and another vampire were caught off guard by a black Dodge Challenger and flew high!

Fake!

Dickon almost screamed, he immediately thought of a possibility, the bastard is coming!He was the one who cleaned up the group of special forces with their noses up to the sky, and he chased them all the way to this place!

He subconsciously kept backing away, and a few of his subordinates were still yelling "Wang Defa", and kicked the younger brother in front of him angrily, "Why are you standing still, run away!"

Don't look at him screaming wildly in his heart, but he is actually like a bright mirror in his heart. He knows that this is killing many vampires and blowing up the entire group, but he can't even deal with the most powerful team. Became the fierce man of the lost dog.

It's not something he can deal with with the few pieces of material under his command. Why don't he just run away and wait to turn into fireworks?

Grass!The bastard knocked another one into the air, stopped the car, took out the double-pipe sprayer, and sprayed out two more fireworks with two shots!

Although Dickon couldn't help flashing a thought in his heart, this bastard was actually his transformation, but only half of it, but in the vampire's concept, this was also his half-child.

But seeing that ferocious look, he had no intention of turning this into a large-scale confession scene.

Let that bastard go wild, kill more pure-blooded idiots, he won't be with you anymore!

But just as Dickon turned to run, he stopped again, turned his head and looked at the main house where the bastard had entered, with a cloudy expression on his face.

The old thing was still in the house... It wasn't that Dickon really had any attachment to his "master," he wished the old thing was dead.

But he died after the old man handed over his power and resources to him.

And now...

"Wait, let's hide from a distance first, take a look at the situation over there, and then make plans."

"Hmm, to be on the safe side, it makes sense, then what?"

"...?"

Dickon subconsciously thought that his little brother was echoing him, and just wanted to run away with the people, but found that the number of people was wrong. Quinn was still lifting the dead body, but the number was the same as his total number...Fuck, who are you on the horse! ?