Druid of Marvel

Chapter 42: 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, “A mix of both 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 might have thought that he made a great joke and laughed out.

Alvin looked at Director Fury with a little indifference, his smile less warm, and he said, “I am a hospitable person, but you are not 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 with his only eye with an exaggerated expression, like a curious child looking at Alvin.

Alvin poured himself a glass of whiskey with ice, looked at Fury coldly, and said, “Frank told me that one of his close comrades in arms, was a very influential person, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

After his revenge on the gang, he solved some problems for him. The price was not to go to trouble some government officials.” Speaking of this, Alvin drank the whisky in the glass in one gulp, and Fury watched with an expression that asked, ‘what’s wrong with 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 was this son of a bitch?” Alvin stared at him like a falcon, focusing on Fury’s only remaining eye, “While Nick was crippled on the hospital bed, this son of a bitch, where…was…he?”

The hippie smile on Fury’s face disappeared, he looked at Alvin coldly, and said angrily, “Then let me tell you where that son of a bitch was.”

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 wiped his ass while Frank took 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 come here, made a big scandal, and is still being mocked.
“

Fury slammed the table hard and yelled at Alvin, “You say, 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’s wife died, his son was injured, and couldn’t even send someone to take a look? Do you know how cruel it was 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 ideologies, 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.
The water is too muddy, you better 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.
Isn’t it the duty of S.H.I.E.L.D.
to deal with this kind of thing?”

Director Fury glanced at Frank, who was drinking, 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 have to face the possibility of retaliation.
You have this ability.
But you can’t expose them to the public.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
itself has a department dedicated to hunting down criminal vampires to limit the harm vampires do to humans.”

Alvin didn’t understand politics, and he didn’t want to think about the complicated issues. It’s just that he had a very simple idea. Wolves and sheep will never be friends, they were natural enemies. The relationship between humans and vampires was the same.
It was difficult for Alvin to understand why there were so many people in society in his past life who liked vampires and thought they were cool. And why, in this life, there would be so many supporters in this world.

But Alvin’s strength was limited after all.
Stark, 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 aimed at the door with one shot.
“This is my territory!”

A tall figure was blasted out of the air.

Short dark brown curly hair, a handsome face like it was chiseled, and a sexy mustache. Slightly thin and robust build, in a tailored suit that was 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.

The mustache guy wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest by being blasted out of the air. The cane in his hand danced with flowery movement, acting like a very cultured English gentleman. He nodded to everyone present.

He walked 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 couldn’t put pressure on him.
If he wore blue tights and red underwear outside, maybe Alvin would feel very scared then.

Alvin smiled, poured him a glass of whisky, handed it to him, and asked, “I’m Alvin, the owner of the Peace Restaurant, who are you?”

The handsome man with the mustache took the whisky, took a sip with his mouth, chuckled, and said, “You may not have heard of 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!”