People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Oh, another nice guy.

"Okay!" Mike nodded bluntly, "But, I'm a mercenary, and I won't do things for others in vain."

"what?"

"I mean you have to give money." Mike said seriously: "But before talking about the entrustment, I think I should say a few words."

"I think there is a problem with your attitude towards the Hulk. You preconceived him as a monster, then he will become a monster. Try to communicate? Why do you want to control the Hulk instead of cooperating? You still used the Hulk yesterday To draw the attention of the military."

"Of course, that's all I'm going to say. Think about it, and then discuss the entrustment. Anyway, it's not in a hurry."

There is no soul energy or destiny energy floating out of Banner. Mike guessed that although Banner tried to end his life several times and was stopped by Hulk, deep down in his heart, he still wanted to live.

In Mike's view, Hulk actually has no human concept of good and evil, just like an irritable, powerful weapon-wielding, ignorant child.

Well, the hideous green kid.

Banner was lost in thought.

Mike went back to the top floor, and after talking nonsense, he had a lot of ideas, and he could play another game.

Mike warned Stark: "Don't run across to snipe me, and don't come to my side to play me. Believe it or not, labor and management will turn their faces."

Finally played a game happily.

Then the cell phone rang, and Old Earl called from a land line.

"Three people came to the supermarket to look for you." Old Earle lowered his voice: "I think they are weird."

"Did you ask who they were?"

"I asked, one of them wears sunglasses in broad daylight and calls himself 'Blade Warrior'. Hehe, think of me as a fool, who would give himself such a name."

"Uh, well, it's an acquaintance."

"Need some tea?"

"I think you could have a glass of blood."

Old Earl: "???"

Chapter 116: Morbius and the Night Werewolf

When he returned to the supermarket, Mike found that Old Earl was in a daze in front of the cash register, and there was no customer in the store.

Although there are not many customers usually, it is too deserted.

Soon, Mike found the source of the desertedness.

Blade wears sunglasses and sits upright, with his samurai sword across his lap.

The man on the left is wrapped in a black cloak with a hood - the lining is blood red.He hunched over, exuding a cold breath.

On the right is a man in his 30s, with a strong build and thick hair, eyebrows, and beard. Coulson would probably bite a handkerchief after seeing it.This person reminds Mike of the Wolverine he met once.

The trio is in the supermarket, so it's strange to have customers.

"Mike."

"Blade, long time no see."

The two have fought side by side, and the friendship between men sometimes does not require too much language.

"How's it going?" Mike asked.

"Nothing has changed. I will go wherever there are vampires." Dao Feng's expression was cool: "The vampires in New York were frightened by you and hid. I had to go to New Jersey. These are the two people I met in New Jersey, and I also love hunting. Interested in killing vampires."

The cloaked man took off his hood, revealing pointy ears, red eyes, long fangs, and a pale face. He looked like a vampire.More vampires than most vampires, to be exact.

"Mobias." The cloaked man introduced himself, and then looked at Mike with strange eyes, "Most people would be terrified when they saw me like this."

"You said you are an ordinary person. No matter how humble I am, I don't think I am an ordinary person." Mike said, "Mike Tang, just call me Mike."

Blade briefly explained the origin of Morbius.

Morbius does not have the same origin as other vampires.While other vampires derive from the magical powers of the Dark Book, Morbius is a product of science.

Michael Morbius, Nobel Prize-winning biochemist.In order to treat a rare blood disease, Mobias used bats and electric shocks for experimental treatment, and turned into a "vampire" who relied on continuous blood sucking to survive.

This man is both good and evil.In the future, it may become the main opponent of the little spider.

At this stage, Mobius is researching and hunting vampires with Blade, hoping to restore his human form.

The hairy man named Jack Russell, nicknamed "Night Werewolf", was the victim of an ancient family curse.

"I stayed in New Jersey well, how can I go back to New York? The air is too fresh, I don't feel used to it, I want to go back to New York to inhale the car exhaust?" Mike joked.

"Vampires are back in New York," Blade said.

"I know." Mike nodded.

Fat Jerry sent him information about vampires yesterday, but he didn't have time to read it carefully due to delays in major incidents such as cheating and picking up girls.

"Maybe it has something to do with Dracula." Blade was very serious.

Dracula?

No way.

Only the grandchildren were beaten. According to the law, the sons, fathers, and grandfathers should take turns to play. Isn't it a bit exaggerated to suddenly have an old grandpa?

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

"En." Blade nodded, "According to the information, Danica Talos of the Vampire Council awakened Dracula in the pyramid of Afghanistan."

Mike stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and his eyes gradually changed: "Dracula, it is said that you can't be killed. But someone said that monsters will die if they are killed. Which one is right?"

Mike took out his laptop and opened the email from Fat Jerry.The content of the email was not long, and it provided the address of a suspected vampire factory.

"Let's go now?" Mike asked.

"Tonight." Blade said.

Vampires sleep during the day, and the factory only has ghosts.Go at night and catch a few vampires to interrogate intelligence.

There are two points that the blade did not say. Although Mobius is not an orthodox vampire, he hates sunlight very much.The night werewolf's fighting power is stronger after dark, and it changes periodically with the moon's waxing and waning.

It was agreed to meet at night, and the three left.Dao Feng saw that Mobias looked different.

"what's wrong?"

"The smell of that person's blood is very tempting, just like the red wine that has been sealed in oak barrels for many years, you can't help but want to open it and taste it." Mobias showed two sharp fangs.

"You'd better hold back, or Mike will smash all your teeth." Dao Feng sneered and sighed in his heart.Mobius' bloodthirsty desire is getting stronger and stronger, sometimes even overshadowing reason.Dao Feng also has a bloodthirsty desire, and he knows how difficult it is to restrain his desire, like a thousand knives stabbing his heart.

Just hope Morbius doesn't cross that line.Otherwise, today's comrades-in-arms will be tomorrow's enemies.

The Night Werewolf agreed with Blade: "My intuition tells me that it's best not to mess with him."

Mobius smiled darkly: "Don't worry, I was just joking."

Dao Feng snorted coldly: "It's best."

Night falls.

Blade drove Mobias and Night Werewolf Mike drove his big G, and a group of people came to the suburbs.

According to intelligence, this is the warehouse of a biological company.

The Night Werewolf sniffled and said, "I smell a lot of different people, and the breath of life is very faint."

Mobius grinned, "The taste of blood, a lot of blood."

Blade sighed: "It seems to be a vampire factory, and the scale is not small."

After being caught in a vampire factory, after a week or two, even if he was rescued, his body would suffer irreversible damage.After more than a month, he basically became a vegetable.

"Get ready for action," Blade said.

"I'll come first."

Mobius got out of the car, took a few steps to run up, opened his cloak, and flew up like a bat.

After flying to the roof, Mobius got in through the ventilation window.

Ten seconds later, the red door slowly opened.

Mobias stood on the door panel and made a gesture of inviting him in, his movements were graceful.

After entering, Blade, Mike, and Night Werewolf all remained silent.

Transparent bags were hung on the shelves, containing human beings. Some tubes supplied human beings with nutrients, while others drew a certain amount of blood from blood vessels.

There are tens of thousands of such bags, densely packed.

"hiss!"

It was the first time that the Night Werewolf had seen the vampire factory, and at the same time he was terrified, but extremely angry arose in his heart.

"drink!"

The Night Werewolf was taller, his hair grew longer, and he turned into a werewolf.He sniffled and rushed into the factory.

Soon, the screams of vampires came from inside.

"Does he have silver weapons or garlic?" Mike asked.

Normal weapons are not effective against vampires.

"No." The Blade Warrior shook his head, "But the minions of the werewolf have a special tearing effect on vampires."

Perhaps, Mike thought, the curse of the werewolf had the same source as the curse of the vampire—from the Dark Book of God.This can explain the problem.

It's not the first time that Blade and Mike have seen the vampire factory, but this time the scale is bigger and the equipment is more advanced.Blade found the console, and pulled out the shivering operator from the ground.

"Don't kill me, it's just my job, I didn't kill anyone." Ha Guizu is a young and beautiful girl, probably dreaming of eternal youth.

Blade: "System password?"

The girl trembled and said the password.

"Cleaning up scum is also work, but I really can't bear to watch such a young and beautiful girl die under my gun." Mike sighed.

boom!

"So, I'll turn my head away."

Chapter 117: Torture Information