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Director Fury heard Alvin's slightly provocative words and grinned a completely disproportionately large mouth, revealing his white teeth. Smiling, he said: "The mixture of wronged souls and blood should be a good choice."

Alvin pursed his lips, tilted his head, and politely served him a glass of beer and a glass of whiskey respectively, and said: "Then drink it quickly and leave here. To be honest, man, it's hard for me to have a good impression of you. .”

Fury laughed and said, "Why is it because I don't have a big sexy butt?" He probably thought he had told a great joke, so he laughed.

Alvin looked at Director Fury a little coldly, his smile became less warm, and said: "I am a hospitable person, but you must not be on my client list."

Fury asked with interest: "Why is it because of Stark's funny performances on TV in the past two days or because you are racist?" He stared at his only eye with an exaggerated expression, like a child who was very curious about knowledge. Looking at Alvin curiously.

Alvin poured himself a glass of whiskey with ice, looked at Fury coldly, and said, "Frank told me that one of his close comrades, a very influential person, the Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury Rui.

After he completed his revenge on the gangster, he solved the problem for him. The price is not getting in trouble with some government officials. "As he spoke, Alvin drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp and looked at Fury, who looked like something was wrong.

"Frank trusted this guy and even named his son Nick. But when Frank's wife was killed in a bomb and his son lost a leg, where was this influential son of a bitch?"

Alvin punched the bar counter hard, "When Frank was deceived and sent on a mission, where was this son of a bitch?" Alvin stared with eyes like a hawk, Fury's only one Only one eye, "When Nick was lying crippled in the hospital bed, where was this son of a bitch?"

The playful smile on Fury's face disappeared, he looked at Alvin coldly, and said angrily: "Then let me tell you where that son of a bitch is."

He glanced at Frank, who had a complicated expression, and said, "When the explosion happened, this son of a bitch was chasing the butts of a bunch of terrorists in Europe. When Nick was lying in the hospital, this son of a bitch was solving the chemical weapons crisis in the Middle East. This son of a bitch is wiping Frank’s ass while he seeks revenge.”

Fury stared at Alvin angrily, "In order to protect Nick, this son of a bitch changed the information of the guy who adopted him and let his best agent here, making a big fool of himself. It's still a joke to this day." "

Fury slammed the table hard and yelled at Alvin: "Tell me, where is this son of a bitch?"

Alvin looked at Fury mockingly, and said coldly: "This son of a bitch, in a high position, is so busy that he can't even make a phone call? He knows that his comrade-in-arms, his wife is dead, and his son is injured. Let's take a look at it personally." You can't even do that. You know how cruel it would be to send Frank on a mission at that time. Can't this high-ranking son of a bitch say a word for him?"

Fury did not show weakness and said angrily: "We are all public officials, and it is his duty to serve the country. I am also working hard to protect the entire earth all my time."

Alvin spread his hands and said with a sneer: "Look, this is the difference between us, so you are not my friend. Please don't barge in during my family gathering next time. Now" glanced at Fury and Colson, who was at a loss, pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

Fury, who discovered that he and Alvin had completely different concepts, put on a business-like face and said: "I don't want to convince you, Alvin, I just want to remind you that vampires are a big trouble. Don't get caught up yet." It’s too deep, get out quickly.”

Alvin looked at Fury playfully and said, "It's hard for me to understand why the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. would come and say these things to me. I thought that, at least on the issue of vampires, we should be in the same camp. God Isn’t it the duty of the Shield to deal with this kind of thing?”

Director Fury glanced at Frank, who was drinking. He sighed helplessly and said, "It's hard for me to explain the complicated problems to you. You can kill all the vampires you see, and then face the dangers that may come." Revenge. You have the ability. But you can't expose them to the public. SHIELD itself has a department dedicated to hunting down criminal vampires to control the harm of vampires to humans."

Alvin didn't understand politics, and he didn't want to think about the complicated issues involved. It's just that he had a very simple idea. Wolves and sheep can never be friends, they are natural enemies. The relationship between humans and vampires is the same. It is difficult for Alvin to understand why so many people in society in his previous life liked vampires and thought they were cool. And why, there are so many "Hagui clan" in this world in this life.

But Alvin's power alone is limited after all. Stark, not because of external pressure, fled to Afghanistan to experiment with his new missiles.

After thinking for a while, Alvin said: "It is your responsibility to deal with them. I am only responsible for killing them all when they appear around me." As he said this, he picked up a Remington from the bar and fired it at the door. Gun, "This is my territory"

A handsome figure was blasted out of the air.

He has short dark brown curly hair, a handsome face like a knife, and a sexy mustache. He has a slightly thin and strong figure and wears a custom-made suit obviously made by a master.

Alvin's shot did not cause any damage to him. A black ripple flashed in front of him and blocked the bullet.

The mustache was not at all embarrassed about being blown out of the air. The cane in his hand danced into a wand, acting like a highly cultivated British gentleman. He nodded to everyone present.

Stepping up to the bar, he first nodded to Fury, then looked at Alvin, smiled and said, "Maybe you can give me a glass of blood whiskey first." He looked like he had everything under control.

Facing this sudden guy, Alvin acted very calmly. This way of appearing could not put any pressure on him. If he wore a blue tights and red underwear outside, maybe Alvin would be very scared.

Alvin smiled, poured him a glass of whiskey, handed it to him, and asked: "I am Alvin, the owner of the Peace Hotel, I don't know who you are."

The handsome man with a mustache took the whiskey, put it to his lips and took a sip. He chuckled and said, "You may not have heard of my name. My name is Vlad Dracula. A Hungarian count."

Alvin covered his mouth in surprise and said, "I always thought Dracula was a duck."

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