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Chapter 42 Do you have that ambition?

An abandoned cemetery in the suburbs of Manhattan.

Years of neglect have left this cemetery covered with overgrown grass, and many of the tombstones are covered with moss.

"Da da da~"

There was a sound of footsteps, and a group of men in black suits, led by an elegant and luxurious old man, walked into this desolate tomb that had been forgotten by the human world.

The old man held a cane with a large ruby ​​on the top and walked to a slightly tilted tombstone.

Surprisingly, the entire desolate tomb is filled with the atmosphere of time and desolation, but the soil in front of the tombstone seems to have been newly renovated, and the tombstone seems to have been inserted at random, tilted at a huge angle.

"This is it, dig it." The old man pointed at the cemetery with his cane and said to several men in black.

Several men in black nodded, picked up shovels, and went forward to dig.

"Duh~"

After a while, the sound of a shovel hitting solid wood was heard.

Several men in black removed the soil on the surface of the wood, revealing a solid wood coffin hidden under the soil. It was unknown what kind of material the coffin was made of, but the mottled marks on it revealed its primitive atmosphere.

After cleaning up the soil on the surface of the coffin, the men in black stopped moving and stood aside with shovels.

A richly dressed old man came forward and stood beside the coffin.

"Awkward~"

The old man held a cane and knocked on the coffin lid.

After a while, the old man saw no response, so he tapped harder.

"aggressive"

There was a reaction this time, and the coffin trembled under the old man's repeated knocks.

"Who's knocking on the door?"

An eerie voice came from the coffin.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "Marquis Lawrence, it's me, Dennis."

After a moment of silence in the coffin, an angry voice came out: "Don't let anyone sleep anymore. SHIELD asked you to come to me again. Didn't I tell them everything? Our ancestors, as early as I When I was still playing with eggs, I could only jump around in the historical books of the Vampire Clan."

Dennis sighed. As Marquis Lawrence, who has the highest bloodline among the contemporary vampires, the other vampires naturally have the greatest respect for him.

Dennis came here this time to convey the news of the birth of the Blood Ancestor to him.

When worshiping the glory of the Blood Ancestor, it is natural that he, the Marquis with the purest blood, should be present.

But when he thought of Marquis Lawrence, whose unconventional character was not at all in line with the noble temperament of the blood clan, Dennis became very worried.

What would the blood ancestor think if he knew that his only surviving descendant of a marquis was so unremarkable and had not inherited any of his noble and elegant genes?

Although Dennis thought this in his heart, he still said: "Your Majesty the Marquis, I am here this time not because of SHIELD, but to represent the glory of the Vampire Clan."

"It would be great if the vampires still have some glory these days and can make a living in the human world." The voice from the coffin came again.

Dennis said directly: "We have received the inspiration of the ancestor, the blood ancestor was born."

Silence fell in the coffin, and there was no reply for a long time.

Dennis just waited quietly.

"Bang~"

Suddenly a loud noise came from the coffin, and the solid coffin lid, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, exploded more than ten meters high out of thin air, and finally fell to the ground, creating a pit.

In the coffin, a middle-aged man rubbed his eyes with a sleepy look on his face.

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He sat up in frustration.

Lawrence rubbed his eyes and asked, "What did you just say?"

Office of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury is listening to Agent Coulson's briefing.

"The vampires made contact with him" Nick asked.

Coulson nodded and said: "Yes, but judging from the situation reported by the informant, there is no effective information yet."

Nick continued to ask: "What about the vampires? How did they react?"

"As of now, they are just a little excited, and nothing else is excessive." Colson replied.

Nick thought for a while and said: "Strengthen the monitoring of those vampire stingers. If they do anything extreme during this period, report to me immediately. If the situation is uncontrollable, they are allowed to be killed."

Coulson replied: "Understood. But Director, do you want me to warn them and ask them not to have contact with Bank?"

Nick shook his head and said, "No, I will discuss this with the Blood Ancestor myself, so go ahead and do your business."

Agent Coulson nodded, turned and walked out.

Nick Fury pondered for a while, picked up the phone, and dialed Bank's phone number.

"Du~du~ Hey, who doesn't buy insurance or apply for a credit card?"

Bank's voice came over the phone. There were only three recorded contacts on his phone: Colson, Widow Sister and Streetball Blackie. He didn't record Nick's number.

"It's me, Nick Fury." Nick said calmly.

"Oh, Director, have you decided to invite me to join that organization?" Bank said on the other end of the phone.

Now the Avengers organization has been officially proposed by Nick, and Iron Man has reached an agreement with Nick and has been successfully recruited as the third member of the Avengers.

The other two are naturally Hawkeye and Black Widow, but Nick has not yet considered letting Bank join. This terrorist with a criminal record has yet to be verified.

So Nick said: "We'll talk about this later. I'm calling you this time to ask you about vampires."

"What's wrong with the vampires? My descendants are causing you trouble?" Bank asked.

Nick said directly: "I heard that you were in contact with them."

Bank said: "Yes, what's wrong is that people recognize their ancestors and return to their clan, and you have to take care of it."

Nick said coldly: "If you were a human, I wouldn't care even if you were an eighth-level felon, but you are a vampire."

Bank retorted: "I declare for the last time that I am a noble and moral vampire, not a vampire."

Nick was in no mood to talk nonsense with him about the difference between vampires and vampires, since they were all the same to him anyway.

Nick asked: "What do you think of the current situation of vampires?"

Bank thought for a moment and said, "It's as miserable as me. It's really embarrassing for me."

"Then do you have any ideas to change this situation?" Nick asked further.

"Director, are you afraid that I will start a global civil war again for the sake of race?" Bank asked.

"You don't have that ability." Nick said coldly.

"Forehead"

Bank was stunned. Didn't he just call you one-eyed dragon? Why are these people so vindictive? They are just like me.

Bank continued: "Well, you also know that I don't have that ability, so what do you have to worry about."

Nick said: "But as far as I know, revolutions based on blood in history can always make crazy people even crazier and fanatics even more fanatical. So Mr. Bank, do you have that ambition?"

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