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

Mike witnesses a night werewolf tearing a vampire apart.Bloody is not enough to describe that scene.

Stumps and colorful entrails everywhere.

It is strange that these dead vampires are not immediately reduced to ashes.

"I saved my life." Mike found that the night werewolf was angry, but his eyes were clear, and his sanity was obviously eroded by animal nature-this is a bit remarkable.

The vampire cornered is the only survivor, and this guy is freaking out.

literal meaning.

A puddle of yellow water flowed from his crotch.

Mike knew for the first time that vampires can also excrete.

Strange knowledge was added.

When you think vampires are mysterious, elegant, and noble, imagine Dracula being constipated and squatting on the toilet with a hideous face, and you probably won't have inexplicable worship.The same goes for your god or goddess.The best place for creatures like idols to survive is in fantasy.When you think that idols can eat, drink, and scatter and continue to worship, it is probably because they have been beaten by society and matured.

Of course, Mike didn't know if Dracula would be constipated, so he had the opportunity to ask in person.

Blade asks the terrified vampire, "Where's Dracula?"

The vampire shook his head desperately.

"Don't say?!" Dao Feng's eyes froze, and he was about to draw his sword to send him on the road.

Mike held the blade speechlessly.

"How can he know the whereabouts of Dracula?" Mike turned to the vampire boy, "Is it right? Yes, just nod. Calm down, breathe~exhale~, are you feeling better? ?”

The vampire nodded desperately, then took a deep breath.

Mike said: "You must have seen it too. My friend is quite irritable, so it's best to tell everything you know, otherwise your partner will end up..."

Mike turned his body sideways, presenting the bloody scene in front of Xiaoluo again.

Xiao Luo's legs twitched, his prostate almost exploded in fright.He ventured to say, "Unless you let me go, I won't say a word."

"Okay. Does he know who it is?" Mike considered for a moment, pointing to the blade.

"Yes, Blade Runner."

"It's easy to know his reputation, and use his reputation as a guarantee."

Only then did the little guy explain what he knew.

It turned out that the warehouse was in charge of a human police detective named Martin and Danika Carlos' Asian vampire Viage.

Xiao Luo is often responsible for "delivering food" to big shots, and knows that there is a building in the city center with a particularly high security level, and big shots often come and go.

"Oh, thanks." Mike smiled.

"Can I go?" Xiao Luo asked cautiously.

"I'm fine with that," Mike said.

Xiao Luo just wanted to get up.

The dark muzzle was aimed at his head.

Blade shot.

"You said you wouldn't kill me!" Xiao Xiaoluo said loudly.

"Yeah, I won't kill you, I don't mind if you leave." Mike smiled.

"I have an opinion!" Dao Feng grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"He swears on your reputation." The little guy was still struggling.

"Hehe, unfortunately, I never give credit to vampires. If I have to have a number, it must be a negative number." Blade pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Xiao Luo between the eyebrows, and his last thought was: "A bunch of liars!"

Hehe, the tenth rule of elementary school students in the rotten country: "Bad people can be deceived."

Things that elementary school students know, but also focus?

Sirens sounded outside.

Blade asked Mike: "Did you call the police?"

Mike shook his head: "How is it possible, my mind is not broken."

Mobius raised his hand: "I seemed to trigger the alarm when I opened the door."

Dao Feng: "..., you didn't say it earlier."

Mike clapped his hands: "It must be that haggard named Martin. It happened to be solved together by the way, so as to save another trip."

Xiao Luo confessed to many Hagui clans, including millionaires, police detectives, lawyers, journalists, professors, celebrities, politicians... all social elites.These people are united and used to deal with civilians, easily covering the sky with one hand.

Dao Feng said: "That's right, but Martin belongs to Hagui clan, his subordinates may not necessarily be, try to be merciful."

"Try to" is the word Mike likes, and the mother whore is coming, definitely use words like "must" and "must".

Damn, the opposite is also the American police with live ammunition.

Mike agrees.

Mobius and the Night Werewolf also had no objections.

Dao Feng suddenly remembered: "You have been thinking about it for a long time just now, should you really consider letting that vampire go?"

Mike laughed: "How is that possible? I'm an ADC. It's normal for people to be cautious."

Dao Feng: "..., although I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm sure you're talking nonsense. Alright, let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, the Night Werewolf took the lead, and Mobius took a step back and hid in the darkness.

People turned their backs on their backs quickly outside.

Mike casually knocked out a rookie policeman, only to find that there were no more heads to pick up.

Looking at Blade, Night Werewolf, and Mobius, Mobius is the most efficient.He was elusive in the shadows, and well versed in the anatomy of the human body—a biochemist, for that matter.Every time he showed up, at least one fell.

The night werewolves rushing to the forefront attracted most of the firepower.But ordinary bullets can't break through the lush hair and tough skin.

Blade pointed a gun at Martin.

Martin is a black man with a bald head, well-dressed and neatly dressed. He looks like the kind of leader who sits in an office rather than rushing to the front line.

If it wasn't for the fact that the vampire factory was related to whether he could join the noble blood clan in the future, Martin wouldn't have done it himself.Unexpectedly, the car overturned.

Martin forced himself to be calm: "Who are you to assault the police? This is a federal felony..."

Mike rolled up Martin's sleeves, revealing the Hagui tattoo, "Can you stop acting, acting is too embarrassing and soulless."

Martin was silent. "I won't say anything. If I say it, I'll die. You can't even imagine how terrifying that is. No one can stop him."

"Pfft!" Mike couldn't help laughing.

Catch a frog in the well.

"Oh." The blade shot directly, hitting Martin in the stomach.

Mike asked: "...why did you shoot suddenly?"

Blade: "He said it, but he won't say anything."

Mike: "That's just being stubborn. As a villain, it's their style to be stubborn. It's just being stubborn. Also, if you want to kill someone, can you hit the vitals, the heart, the head... Let's take a shot and treat it as a good deed."

Martin quickly raised his hand, expressing that he knew everything and could not stop talking. The shot missed his internal organs and he could be rescued.

Mike: "Hehe."

Fear of death to the point of being a vampire's dog, how tough can such a person be?Anyway, Mike thought it was a big joke.

Sure enough, he and Daofeng sang together, and Martin talked a lot with two slaps.

Mike memorized more than [-] names, above which were the haggards confessed by Martin, all of whom were senior officials of the New York Police Department.

"So much?" Dao Feng's expression changed.The NYPD is run by vampires.

Mike talked about the paper and said: "You can't trust these bureaucrats. There are probably ten haggis out of twenty or so. The rest are probably Martin's opponents or stumbling blocks on his way to promotion. Don't underestimate the power of bureaucrats and politicians. Shameless, they have taken eradicating their opponents as their instinct."

Martin's expression changed.

Mike knew he had guessed right, and he sneered: "The mechanism is too clever, but there is an egg, and a dead person."

Chapter 118: King of Vampires

After killing Martin, enter the routine process.

What routine?

Of course, it is to find SHIELD to deal with the aftermath.

Mike calls Coulson.

connected.

Hear heavy gunfire.

Mike: "Sorry, I'm sorry, you are busy with business, excuse me, bye!" He knew that Coulson was not in New York, so he just found this good comrade out of habit.

Coulson stared at the phone blankly for a second.

"Oh!"

I was so angry that I dropped my phone.

Then Mike called Fury.The big man was raising his head slightly, squinting his eyes, and opening his mouth, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world—this was the last hard candy.

Ring Ring Ring!

The phone rang suddenly.

The old spy, known for being as steady as an old dog, shook his hand, and the peach-flavored pink hard candy rolled on the ground for a meter.

Fury lunges forward, swift as a hound, picks it up, blows off the dust, and picks up the phone with a sullen face.

"Hmm."

"understood."

Fury nodded from time to time, or asked questions in his heart, and finally hung up the phone and sat silently for a second.