Chapter 220 Infernal Affairs

When Alvin rushed into the lighthouse, he saw Stark lying in the corner at first sight, and the naked blade was lying on Stark's body in a strange posture.

Stark, who has a gender cleanliness, hurriedly tried to push the blade away from his body, but before he was completely successful, he saw Alvin rush in.

Stark sighed, why every time he fights with Alvin, he is unlucky, and he is seen by Alvin every time. Am I Tony Stark bullied?

Alvin laughed and shouted at Stark, "Man, isn't that gentleman in your arms in good shape? Haha, God of War 2 has a camera, so you're done!"

Stark lifted the blade with force, stood up and gave Alvin a middle finger, and shouted stubbornly: "I think it's okay, this is a fresh attempt, you can try it too!"

Alvin glanced at the blade that was lying on the ground. The condition of this old man was not very good. The bloodletting spikes on his body had already drained the blood from his body.

Ignoring the inflated Deacon Firth, Alvin ran to the blade and squatted down, trying not to look at his lower body that made him feel a little inferior. Carefully pinch the bloodletting spikes and pull them out one by one.

Stark glanced curiously and said, "This guy doesn't look dead yet, what did he do? Ordinary people lose blood like him and die long ago."

Stark spoke, then stared dumbfoundedly at Alvin holding the blade by the neck and threw him into the blood pool, and exclaimed: "What are you doing? Didn't you want to save him?"

Alvin laughed and said, "I'm saving him, and it's absolutely effective!"

After finishing speaking, Alvin frowned and looked at Dicken Firth, who had swelled to the size of a Gold Cup car. This guy is now ugly and makes people want to vomit.

The few bats that flew in just now gathered together and turned into a small number of Count Dracula, lying weakly on Dicken Firth.

Just when Count Dracula, who was severely injured, heaved a sigh of relief, Dicken Firth swung his arm that was completely out of shape, grabbed Count Dracula from his shoulder with his backhand, and held the miserable Dracula with one hand. The Count, holding it up in front of him, smiled wickedly at the old vampire.

Count Dracula screamed angrily: "What are you doing? Let me go, we have an agreement, don't force me to cast a curse, the curse of the blood race will make you die in pain immediately, even if you become the damned Blood God."

Dicken Firth sneered, grinned his terrifying mouth, and said, "This is the Blood God Altar, don't you feel it? All your spells are ineffective here. If you die, who can Run a curse to kill me? You're stupid, old man, so you can die!"

Count Dracula tried a few times, but it was probably unsuccessful. He could only shout angrily: "Why? How did you know that the Blood God Altar would have this effect? ​​I have also read the drawings and scriptures."

Deacon Firth laughed, looked at the old vampire in his hand, and said, "Because there is one page missing from the scriptures, and you don't care at all, not reading the book will kill you! Haha!"

Count Dracula heard that it was useless to struggle, but he became quiet, looked at Dicken Firth and said, "Why do you do this? Blood God is a strategic weapon created by the blood clan, and you are also a member of the blood clan. What will I do to you?"

A strange smile appeared on Dicken Firth's swollen face, and he said softly in a nostalgic tone: "I rescued you and signed an agreement with you, even willing to let you in my body The curse was planted in it because of the need for your magic to fully open this altar.

Of course, and most importantly, I'm sorry, I'm undercover! "

Without waiting for Count Dracula to speak, Deakin Firth clenched his hands tightly and squeezed Count Dracula into flesh and threw it into the blood pool below him.

Watching Dicken Firth kill Count Dracula, Alvin and Stark looked at each other and said incredulously, "What the hell is going on?"

Just at the stall where Alvin and Stark were surprised, a very familiar voice came from the corner, "Deacon, have you confirmed the information?"

Deacon Firth glanced at Alvin with a sneer, and said to the relaxed air: "Yes, it's confirmed! Your attack can begin!"

The other end was silent for a while, then said, "You lied to Deacon, tell me all the information, think about why you made yourself a vampire, think about your friends, your family. Don't lie to me, Dee Ken, you can't afford that price at all!"

Deaken Firth let out a piercing mad laugh, and said a little crazy: "You never told me that those addresses are the hiding places of nuclear weapons, we all know what that means! Those things are the source of power and power."

The other end was silent for a while and said: "Diken, you have disappointed me, I always thought you were a rational person, we have obtained those addresses, I am very confident in my torture ability, I support you to continue the blood god The plan is just for insurance. It's no use keeping those addresses, tell me Deacon, don't do anything you'll regret."

Deacon Firth took out a handful of blood from the blood pool and poured it on his face, and said with an expression of enjoyment: "What can you do with me? Why should I tell you? Haha! King of agents, you are afraid, right? I will be the world-"

Alvin frowned, watching as Deacon Firth hadn't finished imitating James Cameron, one of his arms exploded from the inside. At this time, Alvin remembered who this voice was, Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD.

Stark touched Alvin's shoulder and said hesitantly, "What should we do? Nick Fury, the son of a bitch, is using us, and Russell also lied to us. But what did this guy say about the nuclear weapons hiding place? It should be really important."

Alvin's mood is a bit complicated. Nick Fury did a beautiful job this time. He manipulated the progress of the whole thing and the lives and deaths of many innocent people.

The monsters in the sewers are at least a thousand lives, maybe more. The sacrifices of the NYPD, and the lives of their own detectives today. Alvin didn't believe Russell was going to lie to himself, that's a bottom-line jerk.

Everyone pays for the addresses in their mouths, finds those things, and destroys them, vampires will lose their last life-saving capital.

The position of humans and vampires will thus undergo a fundamental shift. As long as the leaders of the countries are willing, humans can exterminate the vampires.

But is it all worth it? Alvin doesn't know!

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