Chapter 45 Dracula Is a Duck?

When Director Fury heard Alvin's slightly provocative language, he grinned with a disproportionately wide mouth, revealing snow-white teeth. With a smile, he said, "Mixing the blood of wronged souls should be a good choice."

Alvin pursed his lips, tilted his head, gave him a glass of beer and a glass of whiskey, and said, "Then drink it up and get out of here. To be honest, man, it's hard for me to have a good impression of you. ."

Fury laughed and said, "Why? Because I don't have a big sexy ass?" He probably thought he was making a great joke, and he was laughing out there.

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

Fury asked with interest: "Why? Because of Stark's funny performances on TV these two days? Or are you racist?" He stared at the only eye with an exaggerated expression, like a curious man The child looked 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, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury Rui.

After his revenge on the gang, he solved the problem for him. The price is not to go to the trouble of some government officials. "Speaking of Alvin drank the whisky in the glass in one gulp, watching, what's wrong with his face? Fury like that.

"Frank trusted this guy and even named his son Nick. But when Frank's wife was blown up and his son lost a leg, where was this powerful son of a bitch?"

Alvin slammed on the bar with a heavy punch, "When Frank was blinded and sent on a mission, where is this son of a bitch?" Alvin stared at him like a falcon, Fury's only One eye, "While Nick was crippled on the hospital bed, this son of a bitch, in, where, in!"

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

Looking at Frank with a complicated expression, "When the explosion happened, this son of a bitch was chasing the ass of a group 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 wipes his ass while Frank takes his 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, let his best agent here, made a big scandal, and it is still a joke. "

Fury slammed the table hard and yelled at Alvin, "You said, where is this son of a bitch?"

Alvin looked at Fury sarcastically, and said coldly, "This son of a bitch, in a high position, can't even make a phone call? He knows that his comrade-in-arms, his wife died, his son was injured, even the card is a personal view. Can't you see it? You know how cruel it is to send Frank on a mission at that time, can't this son of a bitch in a high position 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. Me too, all my time, I am working to protect the entire planet."

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 at my family gathering time next time. Now!" He glanced at Fury And Coulson, who was at a loss, pointed to the door, "Get out!"

Fury, who found that he and Alvin had completely different ideas, put on a business-like face and said, "I don't want to convince you, Alvin, I'm just here to remind you that vampires are a big problem. It's too deep, get out now."

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 tell me these things. I thought, at least on the issue of vampires, we should be in the same camp. God Isn't the duty of the Shield to deal with this kind of thing?"

Director Fury glanced at Frank, who was drinking, and sighed helplessly, and said, "It's hard for me to explain the complicated issues to you, you can kill all the vampires you see, and then face the possibility of coming. Retaliation. You have this ability. But you can't expose them to the public. SHIELD itself has a department dedicated to hunting down criminal vampires to limit the harm vampires do to humans."

Alvin doesn't understand politics, and he doesn't want to think about the complicated issues. It's just that he has a very simple idea. Wolves and sheep will never be friends, they are natural enemies. The relationship between humans and vampires is the same. It is difficult for Alvin to understand why there are so many people in society in the past life who like vampires and think they are cool. And why, in this life, there will be so many "ha ghosts" in this world.

But Alvin's strength is limited after all. Stark, not because of external pressure, fled to Afghanistan to test his new missile.

After thinking for a while, Alvin said, "It's your duty to deal with them. I'm only responsible for killing them when they appear around me! Because~" He took a Remington from the bar and banged at the door. One shot, "This is my site!"

A tall figure was blasted out of the air.

Short dark brown curly hair, a handsome face like a knife, and a sexy mustache. Slightly thin and tough, in a tailored suit obviously made by a master.

Alvin's shot did not cause him any damage, and a black ripple flashed in front of him, blocking the bullet.

Moustache wasn't embarrassed in the slightest by being blasted out of the air. The cane in his hand dances out of a cane flower, acting like a very cultured English gentleman. Nodding to everyone present.

Walking to the bar, first nodded to Fury, then looked at Alvin, smiled and said, "Maybe, you can give me a glass of blood whiskey first."

In the face of this sudden guy, Alvin was very calm. This way of appearing can't put pressure on him. If he wears a blue tights and wears red underwear outside, maybe Alvin will be very scared.

Alvin smiled, poured him a glass of whiskey, handed it to him, and asked, "I'm Alvin, the owner of the Peace Hotel, who are you?"

The handsome man with a mustache took the whisky, took a sip on his lips, chuckled, and said, "You may not have heard 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!"