Druid in Marvel

Today's events are really full of twists and turns. Although Blade has an unpleasant personality, he can still be considered a hero, because all he kills are vampires or people related to vampires.

Alvin couldn't sit back and watch the blade being torn into pieces.

Carefully back the car into a parking space and park it, which is quite far away from where the battle is about to take place. This can prevent the car from being hit. Alvin doesn't think his savings can afford to pay for such a car to Stark. Although he won't mind, it's best to be careful, right?

From a distance, I saw a group of guys wearing black combat uniforms, holding automatic rifles and approaching the blade with skillful tactical movements.

Alvin smelled a familiar smell from their actions, and more importantly, he saw a familiar figure appearing not far away.

Agent Phil Coulson, who has a touching hairline and a simple appearance, and a handsome middle-aged man dressed in young and fashionable clothes appeared in front of Alvin.

Agent Coulson walked up to Alvin, nodded politely, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Ye, we meet again, we can handle it here quickly, and it won't take up too much of your time. "

Alvin ignored Coulson. His several encounters with SHIELD were not so pleasant.

Instead, he took a closer look at the handsome middle-aged man next to Colson. To be honest, with this guy's appearance, it would be a pity not to go to Hollywood. His gray hair and beard are meticulously taken care of, and his facial features are complete. The most important thing is What's more, the cowboy temperament in him makes him look much more energetic than Coulson.

This guy is wearing a slim-fitting black suit. At first glance, it doesn’t look like the cheap work clothes that Coulson wears. The palm-sized belt buckle on his waist, coupled with the silver pistol on his waist, makes him look like an urban elite. The western cowboy put him in the "Light Bar" next to him, and the little ones inside would go crazy.

Alvin asked himself that at his age, he must not be as handsome as this guy. But he would never put a gun on his waist and point it at his dick

The guy raised his eyebrows and looked at Alvin, and then looked around idly, seeming a little impatient. His eyes were very lazy, as if he was tired of his current job, like a cowboy who was anxious to go to the bar for a drink after a busy day.

This guy seems to be very friendly, but Alvin always feels that this guy is dangerous

Alvin glanced at Coulson and said with a smile: "SHIELD is so polite when working now, I thought you would come up and show your ID and ask me to cooperate with your work.

Oh, can you please? My friend was just attacked by a terrorist.

You have to take care of it. Terrorists are so rampant now. They use RPGs to attack citizens passing by on the street. Are all the people in the Department of Homeland Security eating shit? Are all the taxes and fees we pay used for them to set fire to?

Also, Agent Coulson, can you help me call the police?"

Colson touched his forehead helplessly. He felt that if he met Alvin a few more times, he could say goodbye to his scanty hair.

The handsome middle-aged man next to him saw Alvin's attitude and Coulson's expression. He stretched out his right hand with interest and introduced himself: "My name is Russell, the head of the abnormal creature processing department of SHIELD. I want to , you should make me happy to meet you."

Russell's slightly provocative words made Alvin a little funny. Why do you, a person in charge of animal control, make such a big deal in front of me? My school's football coach is Captain America. Will I tell him about it every day?

Alvin stretched out his hand to shake Russell's hand, and said with a smile: "Hello, I am Alvin, Alvin Ye, the principal of a community school in New York."

Then Alvin took a deep look at Russell and said, "You can start to be happy, because you know me."

Russell grinned like an innocent child and said: "Yes, I am very happy, because there are always so many courageous people in this world. I like you a little bit, Alvin, really. "

Alvin shuddered at his laughter, glanced sideways at Russell, pointed to the "Light Bar" on the side, and said: "Then you have found the wrong person, your lover should be in there

Please give way, my friend has not moved yet, I am afraid that he is in danger."

As he spoke, Alvin puffed out his chest and moved forward, trying to pass between the two people.

Colson raised his palms anxiously and said: "Please wait a moment, Alvin, you just came to Los Angeles. I don't know how you met. You may not even know that he is actually half-human and half-vampire.

And we have no ill intentions towards him, he is a good vampire hunter, but he has found the wrong person recently, so we want to ask him to talk."

Alvin laughed angrily at Coulson, pointed at the bombed-out car, and said coldly: "This is how you use RPGs when inviting people to talk."

While Alvin and Coulson were arguing.

"If you have anything to talk to him about, just knock him out quickly. We have a lot of things to do." A frivolous voice came from a small alley.

A young man wearing leather pants and shirtless walked out of the alley with several men with obvious violent characteristics. When passing Daofeng, these guys hit Daofeng's body several times with an electric shock device, making him tremble like a pitiful little fish that had landed on the shore.

The light was too dark to see clearly just now, but when these people got closer, Alvin realized that they were actually several vampires with red eyes and canines.

Alvin glanced at Agent Coulson, and his cold eyes made Coulson a little scared. He understood Alvin's attitude towards vampires. I just wanted to say a few words

Without giving Coulson a chance to speak, Alvin pulled out the 00 and shot the leading vampire.

About twenty meters away, the bullet punched a big hole in the head of a vampire. The vampire lay down cleanly, twitching like a skinned frog.

It's a pity that he didn't hit the leader, it just shocked him.

As soon as Alvin's gun fired, all the armed men on the opposite side raised their guns and prepared to shoot.

Colson raised his hands above his head, blocking himself in front of Alvin, shaking his arms desperately, and shouted: "Don't shoot, don't even shoot." He had studied Alvin and knew that he was not afraid of firearms at all. Erson can't let his colleagues fight Alvin. That would be irresponsible to his colleagues.

The armed men on the opposite side lowered their guns obediently. After all, they were not the ones who were attacked. They wanted to hear what Coulson had to say.

Alvin didn't care what you said, he decisively pulled the trigger "Bang, bang" and fired two more shots. One shot grazed the waist of the leading vampire and knocked the forearm of one of his men away, and the other shot hit the leader's belly. A big hole opened up. The leading vampire screamed and half-knelt on the ground, holding his stomach to prevent his intestines from leaking out.

Colson was going crazy. He turned around and yelled at Alvin: "Hey, what's going on with you? Can't we talk about it?"

In response to him, there was a gunshot, and another vampire was hit in the neck. The huge power of the bullet left only half of his neck still connected to the body. The unlucky guy was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, covering his head. Neck crooked on the ground

Coulson glanced back at the few unlucky vampires, turned back and shouted to Alvin: "Can you just listen to what I have to say?" Then he stared and saw Alvin pulling the trigger again. Fortunately, the gun didn't work this time. ring.

Alvin pushed the gun open and took a look, oh, six bullets were fired. Ignoring Coulson's shouts, Alvin put away his gun, pulled out the harpoon and prepared to kill all the vampires.

Alvin simply believes that it is the duty of all good people to kill all vampires they see.

As for your SHIELD connection with these vampires, what does that have to do with me?

Kill a few vampires, will the police come to trouble me? Will the judge find me guilty?