Chapter 46

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

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

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

Compared with Alvin, um~ In terms of looks and clothing taste, Dracula has to throw Alvin two streets away. However, in terms of temperament, Alvin is obviously more personal and warmer. Count Dracula is obviously too perfect, and he wants a fragile work of art, just take a look. Hmm~ Alvin is 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 intention?"

Dracula touched his moustache. With the same action, Dracula looked much more handsome than Stark. Said: "I currently live in New York, and recently I heard that the people in Hell's Kitchen are very unfriendly to vampires, so I want to take a look. Maybe I have some misunderstanding, not necessarily."

"Vampire?" 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 vampire you said?"

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 developed to serve people for themselves. The slaves of vampires can't be called vampires. "

Alvin let out an "oh" and looked at the person in front of him playfully. In his opinion, it was a vampire who was pretending to be a vampire. He said jokingly, "Then what are you doing here? Seek 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, stared at Alvin, and said: "I just want to come and see, what kind of person can completely ignore the blood family. There is not even a little bit of awe." While speaking, he glanced at Director Fury, obviously the people in the words also included him.

Director Fury stared at Count Dracula with a kind of 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 cure him.

Alvin sneered and kicked the switch under the bar. "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 "Ed" fired more than a dozen projectiles. Although it didn't kill the powerful Count Dracula, it smashed his face into a miserable lunar surface. The power of an "Ed" blessing is still a bit difficult for this old immortal. 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 pick up an iron rod. Using the posture of playing golf, he swung the iron rod into a perfect arc. The huge kinetic energy even bent the iron rod, taking advantage of Count Dracula. He was hit by a gun on the face, and slapped Count Dracula between his legs, "Crack~"

Count Dracula, who was already in great pain under the sunlight, lost his voice in an instant like a rooster stuck in his neck. Then he covered his crotch and fell to the ground, ignoring the smoke from 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 is so cruel, he 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 it on his face, got used to it, and jumped out of the bar with one hand.

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

I have to praise, the old vampire Count Dracula is amazing. He was lit by the sun lamp, his balls were broken, and Alvin shot so many guns on his head, and he could still roll on the ground alive and well. Call.

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 almost weakened under the sun, and he could only rely on the thick skin that grew with the years to resist Alvin's gunshots. This is a joke, this old vampire is so powerful that he can'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 loan sharks indiscriminately) 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 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. Not too unreal.

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

Frank could not bear to see Count Dracula repeat the tragedy of the black bear boss 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 an umbrella rope, like a skilled kidnapper, and tied Count Dracula into a zongzi. Count Dracula, whose head was beaten into a blood gourd, was powerless to resist and could only let him do what he did.

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

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

Turn off some of the sun lights in the store, leaving only a few sun lights facing Count Dracula. This kind of light is too easy to cause skin cancer, and it consumes electricity, so let the Count enjoy it!