Chapter 43: CH 43

Count Dracula kept a smile on his handsome face and said, “Then, that duck must be amazing.”

Count Dracula, who was well-dressed and well-mannered, could easily give people a good impression.

Jessica, who heard the gunshots, walked from the room to the lobby with the two children. At this moment, she was looking at Count Dracula, this vampire full of masculine charm.

Compared with Alvin, um, in terms of looks and clothing taste, Dracula could shake off Alvin by two streets. However, in terms of temperament, Alvin was obviously more human and warmer. Count Dracula was obviously too perfect, and he was like a fragile work of art, just take a look. Hmm, Alvin was better!

Alvin gave him a deep look, and Fury, who was obviously surprised, smiled, raised his glass and touched Count Dracula, and said, “Then, Your Excellency Count Dracula, can you tell me your intentions?”

Dracula touched his mustache. With the same action, Dracula looked much more handsome than Stark and said: “I currently live in New York, and I recently heard that the people in Hell’s Kitchen are very unfriendly to the Blood Race, so I wanted to take a look. Maybe we have a misunderstanding, not necessarily.”

“Blood Race?” Alvin tilted his head and looked at Count Dracula, and said, “What is that? We have killed a lot of vampires recently. Are they the Blood Race you talked about?”

Dracula drank the whisky in the glass, shook his head, and smiled: “Those you killed can’t be called vampires, they are just descendants of vampires created to serve themselves. The slaves of vampires can’t be called vampires.”

Alvin made an “oh” and looked at the person in front of him playfully. In his opinion, it was a vampire who was posturing. He said jokingly, “Then what are you doing here? Seeking justice for your livestock? Or you can come up with a price for them, and I can compensate according to the price.”

Count Dracula’s face gradually turned cold, staring at Alvin, and said, “I just wanted to come and see, what kind of person could completely ignore the Blood Race. There is not even a little bit of awe.” While speaking, he glanced at Director Fury, obviously, these people in the words also included him.

Director Fury stared at Count Dracula with his one-eyed look, and said: “Mr. Count, why don’t you go back and find a coffin to lie down? Your mixed-race subordinates have been restless lately.”

Count Dracula, with a bright smile, looked at Chief Fury, and said indifferently, “So what?” After speaking, he quickly grabbed Alvin’s neck with his left hand to crush him.

Alvin sneered and kicked the switch under the bar. With a “clap” sound, Alvin’s entire house lit up with strong light from the inside out.

Count Dracula, with a scream, stepped back, trying to exit the restaurant. Alvin raised the modified shotgun brutally and slammed it into Count Dracula’s handsome face.

The shotgun loaded with the rune “Eld” fired more than a dozen projectiles. Although it didn’t kill the powerful Count Dracula, it smashed his face into something resembling the lunar surface, looking especially miserable. The power of an “Eld” blessing was still a bit insufficient for this old immortal. Tomorrow, he would equip JJ and Frank with +3 “Eld” weapons.

JJ, who had been impatient for a long time, one didn’t know where he had picked up an iron rod. Using a golfing posture, he swung the iron rod in a perfect arc. The huge kinetic energy even bent the iron rod once direct contact with Count Dracula was established. He was hit by a gun in the face, and was slapped between his legs, “Crack.”

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Count Dracula, who was already in great pain under the sunlight, lost his voice in an instant like a rooster having something stuck in his neck. Then he covered his crotch and fell to the ground, ignoring the smoke caused by the sun lamp, and let out a high-pitched scream.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson on the side felt cold between their legs, and their legs were involuntarily clamped. This guy JJ was so cruel, they didn’t notice it before.

Frank rushed in front of Jessica the moment the sun lanterns came on, blocking her and the two children behind him.

Alvin took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face, after getting used to the light, he jumped out behind the bar with one hand.

The Remington shotgun shot all the remaining five bullets in the chamber at Count Dracula’s head.

He had to praise, the old vampire Count Dracula was amazing. He was lit by the sun lamp, smashed in the balls, and shot by so many shells on the head by Alvin, and he could still roll on the ground alive and well.

The sun lamp here was a gift that Stark had sent him yesterday. Although he became a joke on TV, this genius cursed by knowledge still came up with a whole set of plans for vampires within two days and asked someone to send a set to his supposed friend.

Count Dracula’s special ability was weakened under the sun, and he could only rely on the thick skin that grew with the years to resist Alvin’s gunshots. This was no joke, this old vampire was so powerful that even it couldn’t kill him.

Alvin took the iron bar in JJ’s hand and motioned him to find a rope. He started wielding iron bars, like a cruel loan shark, teaching poor students who had defaulted on several campus loans. (Warning children, don’t borrow from loan sharks indiscriminately) He launched a brutal five-minute beating on Count Dracula. During this period, the iron rod was deformed and bent many times, and was straightened by Alvin and he continued to beat Count Dracula.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson, who stood on the sidelines and watched the whole process, were horrified. Count Dracula was a super-strong man registered with the S.H.I.E.L.D., wasn’t this too unreal?

Thor and Dom hadn’t helped before, but now, they rushed up, and a wolf bit a leg and tore at it hard.

Frank could not bear to see Count Dracula repeat the tragedy of Black Bear last week. He took out a Remington from the bar and shot the count a few times in the head. ‘But if you can’t die, there’s nothing I can do.’

JJ found a sturdy rope and like a skilled kidnapper, tied Count Dracula into a dumpling. Count Dracula, whose head was beaten into a bloody pulp, was powerless to resist and could only let him do what he wanted.

Alvin looked at Count Dracula, who was lying on the ground, lit by a strong sun lamp, smoking, and his skin was only slightly chapped. His heart was a little heavy. The genius in Marvel was not reliable! A phone call to Stark with a bad review for his vampire prevention system.

Stark, who was woken up, scolded furiously, impossible! Let him wait, and I will rush over here to see the vampire who couldn’t die from the sun.

He turned off some of the sun lights in the store, leaving only a few sun lamps facing Count Dracula. With this kind of light was too easy to cause skin cancer, and it consumed electricity, to let the Count enjoy it!

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