Chapter 46: News from Dickon
Downey poured a basin of cold water on the head of the man in the glasses.
The icy drops of water flowed down the head of the man with glasses and fell to the ground, making a humming sound. The man with glasses in a coma was awakened by the sudden cold stimulation and suddenly opened his eyes.
He moaned in pain, and he subconsciously had to touch the back of his head, which was called by Downey not long ago.
What the **** do you want to do? I don't have the slightest threat to you, you don't have to chase me!" The man with glasses was terrified, and Downey left a huge shadow in his heart. He wanted to calm himself down so that he could negotiate one-on-one with Downey and let himself go back. But his legs couldn't help but tremble.
This guy in front of me is a complete barbarian! Fierce!
Downey sneered and looked at this guy. He had murdered the man with glasses more than once. The spectacle man was deeply imprinted with vampires and the Hagui tribe. No matter the spectacle man said it broke the sky, no one would accept him again.
At least Downey wouldn't believe it. The man with glasses has a high status, and there is almost no such thing as being attracted to him who wants money, no money, or power.
Downey will not try to woo him. This hagui tribe is willing to become a running dog for vampires like trash who feed on humans. It is good that he does not kill him immediately.
There is only war between humans and vampires. This is a war between two species with different life characteristics.
"Go ahead, tell me everything you know." Downey played with the phone, turning around in his hand.
The heart of the man with glasses is constantly swimming with the mobile phone. He understands that this mobile phone is a killer weapon. It can make incredible changes in the hands of this mechanic, which can cause him to die in an instant.
I said, I will tell you everything, I just hope you don't kill me." The man with glasses sweated over his face, mixed with the cold water, completely indistinguishable. He took off his glasses and wiped them, but Downey knocked them off.
The glasses flew and hit the wall with a crisp sound.
"The vampires asked me to lead a team to negotiate with you. They vowed to tell me that if you really want to fight, more than a hundred well-trained and well-equipped teams can completely eliminate you, and they can retreat no matter how bad they are. That's why I came. "The man with glasses couldn't see clearly, and Downey's face was blurred in his vision, which made this negotiator with rich resume and good at observing words and expressions a little uncomfortable.
"You think so too, you also think that more than a hundred people can destroy me, so you will lead the team to find me." Downey said.
The man with glasses barely remained calm, his eyes widened trying to see Downey's expression clearly. A negotiator who couldn't see the other side's expression was almost equated with failure.
The man with glasses told Downey that the parliament promised him that he would provide him with a backstop. War fortresses, including various armored vehicles and tanks, would serve as backing for him.
"The council does have the idea of extinguishing you directly, but they are not sure, and they are more worried about irritating the mutants behind you bipolar. So the first order they gave me is to negotiate with you, and they hope to reconcile with you. But..."
But someone is making trouble from it." Downey stood up, "You have been abandoned. As a **** that intensifies contradictions, you have been completely abandoned."
The man in glasses gritted his teeth: "I don't think it was the council that abandoned me, it was someone who got in the way! Dicken! It must be him! During this period of time, he was acting strangely, and the conflicts with the council have become clear, except for him and me. I never imagined anyone else would be dealing with me."
The man with glasses explained that now the vampire kingdom is surrounded by many vampire hunters, and the losses are great. They will not fight Downey again if they have no other choice. At least they will clean up Downey after the vampire hunters are solved.
Vampire hunters are very active now, and even among them, there are special cruel characters staring at Dickon. Wherever Dickon goes, he will hunt and kill him. Many important vampire strongholds have been pulled out, and the loss is extremely staggering. The parliament has been completely alarmed. In order to deal with this group of vampire hunters, the council is intensively preparing a comprehensive plan.
"Tell me all vampire strongholds you know."
"I only know the location of Diacon, I know where his site is! It's in Ocean City, New Jersey! The Nightman Club! Diacon often plays in that area!"
The spectacle man began to plead with Downey. If Downey can let him go, he will definitely exchange a lot of wealth. He has worked for the vampires over the years and has accumulated a lot of amazing wealth, which can be given to Downey. Just to change his life.
Downey brought a laptop and forced him to transfer money on the spot.
"Now transfer the money to me, and I will let you go right away." Downey said, "You are just an insignificant person to me. I don't have to lie to you."
The man with glasses held the computer, and finally raised his head and glanced at Downey. He wanted to confirm whether Downey was telling the truth. Unfortunately, he lost his glasses and couldn't see clearly.
The man with glasses clicked on the website and entered a line of numbers, and a large sum of money was transferred to Downey's account, which was more than 8 million US dollars. The man in glasses has worked directly for the vampire council, which is not bad for money, for many years. If he can get to that position, there are naturally many ways to gain wealth.
But in the end it all belonged to Downey, only making wedding dresses.
The old bartender walked in carrying the wine bottle, staggered, his face flushed, and he was drunk.
"Okay, don't pretend, it's so boring." Downey was a little impatient, and pointed to the man with glasses, "Kill him and dispose of the corpse. We don't have that much time."
The corners of the old bartender's mouth twitched, instantly sobered up, and the seemingly drunk face revealed an emotion of surprise that could not be concealed. He looked at Downey, he wanted to ask how Downey could tell. He was indeed pretending, pretending to be in front of S.H.I.E.L.D., pretending to be in front of vampires and haguis spying in secret, and pretending to be in front of Downey, which would make him appear more harmless.
"If you are really so useless and mindless, you have been killed by vampires all these years, and you can't live until now. At least I don't believe that a slick old dough stick will hold a wine bottle all day long and drunk. An unprepared situation." Downey said lightly, no happiness or anger could be seen in his calm eyes.
The old bartender silently threw away the wine bottle in his hand, sounded the alarm in his heart, and raised some fears towards Downey. This young man, to a certain extent, is getting more and more cunning. He was silent, carefully took out a knife from the gap in the belt, and walked towards the man with glasses.
The spectacle man collapsed and yelled to tell Downey to let him go, yelling at Downey as a scumbag, not trustworthy, and later begged Downey to let him go and let him do anything.
After the old bartender approached him, there was a fierce flash in his eyes, and he burst into flames in an instant. He was in the vampire world, and it was impossible to have no two hands on his hands. He aimed a blow at the old bartender's neck.
But he was completely desperate the next moment.
The old bartender grabbed his hand with the momentum of thunder, and when he took a step forward, the knife in his hand sank deeply into the opponent's neck, his movements were agile and neat, without any muddle. At this moment, the old bartender showed the reason why he could survive for so many years, and his skillful and spicy actions were not like a bad old man at all.
Downey wasn't so surprised, the old bartender had already died on the way to escape without a second hand.
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