Capítulo 43: Chapter 43 Bad Reviews for the Geniuses
Count Dracula continued to smile on his handsome face and said, "In that case, the duck must be extraordinary."
Count Dracula, dressed nicely and politely, could easily make a good impression on others.
Jessica, hearing the sound of gunshots, walked out of the room towards the lobby with her two children.
Currently, Jessica was looking at Count Dracula, a charming and masculine vampire.
Compared to Alvin, um~ In terms of appearance and fashion taste, Dracula had Alvin beat by a mile.
But in terms of temperament, Alvin was clearly more personal and warm.
Count Dracula was clearly too perfect, and he wanted fragile works of art, just look at him.
Hmm~ Alvin is better!
Alvin stared at him deeply, and Fury, clearly surprised, smiled, raised his glass and touched Count Dracula, and said, "In that case, Your Majesty Count Dracula, can you tell me your intentions?"
Dracula touched his mustache. With the same gesture, Dracula looked much more handsome compared to Stark.
Vlad Dracula said, "Currently, I am staying in New York, and recently I heard that the people in Hell's Kitchen are very unfriendly towards vampires, so I wanted to see for myself. Maybe I misunderstood, who knows."
"Vampires?" Alvin tilted his head and looked at Count Dracula, then said, "What is that? We have killed many vampires recently. Are they the vampires you're talking about?"
Dracula drank whiskey from his glass, shook his head, and smiled, "Those you killed cannot be called vampires, they are just vampire descendants developed to serve themselves. Vampire slaves cannot be called vampires."
Alvin said, "Oh" and looked at the person in front of him jokingly. In his opinion, it was a Vampire Slave pretending to be a vampire. Alvin jokingly said, "Then what are you doing here? Seek justice for your livestock. Or you can set a price for them, and I can compensate accordingly."
Count Dracula's face gradually turned cold, he stared at Alvin and said, "I just wanted to come and see what kind of people could completely ignore their own blood family. Without even a hint of guilt." As he spoke, he glanced at Director Fury, clearly including him in those words.
Director Fury stared at Count Dracula with a one-eyed gaze and said, "Mr. Dracula, why don't you go back and find a coffin to lie in? 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 immediately grabbed Alvin's neck with his left hand to kill him.
Alvin sneered and pressed a button under the bar.
The sound of applause.
Alvin's entire house was illuminated by a strong light from inside to outside.
Count Dracula, screaming, stepped back, trying to leave the restaurant.
Alvin brutally lifted the modified rifle and smashed it into Count Dracula's handsome face.
The rifle filled with the rune "Ed" fired more than a dozen projectiles. Although it didn't kill the powerful Count Dracula, it destroyed his face to a pitiful moon-like surface.
The power of the blessing "Ed" was still somewhat difficult for this old immortal creature. Tomorrow, I will equip JJ and Frank with +3 "Ed" weapons.
JJ, who had been impatient for a long time, didn't know where to take the iron rod. Using a golf swing posture, he swung the iron rod to form a perfect arc. The tremendous kinetic energy even bent the iron rod, taking advantage of Count Dracula. He hit him in the face with the pistol and slapped Count Dracula between his legs, "Crack~"
Count Dracula, already in great pain under the sunlight, lost his voice in an instant like a rooster with its neck stuck.
Then he covered his crotch and fell to the ground, ignoring the smoke from the sunlight, and screamed in a high-pitched tone.
Director Fury and Agent Coulson felt a chill between their legs.
Their feet were inadvertently trapped.
This JJ guy is so cruel, they didn't realize it before.
Frank rushed forward towards Jessica as the sunlight lanterns lit up, blocking her and the two children behind her.
Alvin took out his sunglasses and put them on his face, getting used to them, and jumped out of the bar with one hand.
The Remington rifle fired the remaining five bullets in the room at Count Dracula's head.
Alvin had to praise Count Vlad Dracula, the old vampire. He was illuminated by sunlight, his balls were shattered, and he was shot in the head by Alvin with so many weapons, yet he could still roll on the ground alive and well.
The sunlight here is a gift sent by Stark yesterday.
Although he became a joke on TV, this cursed genius still made a series of plans for vampires within two days and asked someone to send them to his friend.
Count Dracula's special abilities were almost weakened under the sunlight, and he could only rely on the thick skin that had grown over the years to withstand Alvin's shots.
It's a joke, this old vampire is so strong that Alvin can't kill him.
Alvin took the iron rod from JJ's hand and signaled him to find a rope.
Alvin began to use the iron bars, like a cruel loan shark teaching poor students who failed to pay back their campus loans.
(Warning to children, don't borrow from loan sharks indiscriminately) he brutally beat Count Dracula for five minutes.
During this period, the iron rod deformed and bent multiple times, then straightened by Alvin and continued to beat Count Dracula.
Director Fury and Agent Coulson, standing on the sidelines and witnessing the whole process, felt horrified. Count Dracula was a super strong man registered with SHIELD. It wasn't too unreal.
Sol and Dom had never helped before, but now they rushed in, and a wolf bit Count Dracula's leg and tore it fiercely.
Frank couldn't bear to see Count Dracula repeating the tragedy of the black bear boss last week.
Frank took out the Remington from the bar and shot several times at his head.
But if you can't die, I can't do anything.
JJ found a parachute rope, like a skilled kidnapper, and tied up Count Dracula. Count Dracula, with his head beaten into a bloody pumpkin, was powerless to fight back and could only let Alvin do what he did.
Alvin looked at Count Dracula lying on the ground, illuminated by the scorching sunlight, only grimacing, and his skin slightly cracked.
Alvin's heart felt somewhat heavy.
Genius in Marvel can't be relied upon!
He made a phone call to Stark with a bad review of his vampire prevention system.
Stark, who was awakened, was angrily scolded and said it was impossible!
Let him wait, and I will rush over here to see the vampire who can't die because of the sunlight.
Turn off some of the sunlight in the store, leaving only a few sunlight facing Count Dracula.
This type of light is too prone to causing skin cancer and consumes electricity, so let Count Vlad Dracula enjoy it!
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