Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Tony, where are you going?"

Obadiah, with a bald head, called out to Tony who was about to go out, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He had gotten word of Tony's hasty departure yesterday.

The matter over there involved SHIELD, so he naturally had no way of knowing the truth.

Showed up at Tony's house early in the morning after a night of fruitless investigation.

Smart butlers won't keep him out.

"I just went out to relax. I think there should be no occasions that require me to attend today."

Tony grabbed a coat casually and put it on, and greeted the other party in an unusual way.

The slightly depressed tone still shows that he is not the same as usual.

"You didn't come here early in the morning just to ask me where I was going? That's not like you."

"You always let your temper go, I'm almost used to it. As an elder, is it strange that I care more about you? You left the company in a hurry yesterday. "

Obadiah made a helpless gesture, then turned around and removed the wine from the cabinet.

Obadiah just thought that Tony had discovered some news that was not good for him, so he turned around to avoid exposing more flaws.

"It's just that there are some things that need to be dealt with temporarily, dear Uncle Obadiah, you don't have to worry."

Tony showed his face as a playboy, perfunctory to the person in front of him.

The matter was related to his family affairs, and there were some experiences that were not suitable for telling others, so Tony chose to conceal it out of concern.

It's just that this kind of behavior will not gain Obadiah's trust and understanding, but it will further deepen Obadiah's suspicion.

After all, this sentence sounded like it was beating him.

"Well, you are already an adult, as long as you can guarantee safety, then nothing is worth caring about."

Obadiah lowered his head and drank the wine, just to hide his flickering eyes.

"Then I'll go first, Jarvis greets my uncle for me."

"As you wish."

Tony and his smart butler briefly explained, and left the house directly.

Obadiah didn't take long before leaving.

No matter how much he hated Tony Stark, he would not be stupid enough to speak his mind under the eyes of that smart butler.

...

"Nick, you have to know that the power of Hydra may have exceeded your imagination."

The Blade Warrior half-lyed on a bed like an operating table, talking coldly.

"I've been mentally prepared for this."

Nick Fury sat across from Blade, his one eye gleaming.

After waiting in the blacksmith shop for a while, Nick Fury still left that place under the strange eyes of the killer monkey.

Just as he was testing the listening device, he heard a sharp "squeak" sound, and then the listening device was broken into pieces and given to the Killer Monkey smithy.

Just in time for the blade warrior to wake up, he appeared in this safe house.

"I think you should directly state the conclusion of your investigation, so that you can have more time to recuperate your body."

Blade leaned his head on the pillow, a little weakly: "There are some acquired products among vampires, and all signs indicate that they are inextricably related to Hydra.

These guys have obvious characteristics and don't have the ability to recover, but their physical fitness may be stronger than Steve's. The injuries on my body are basically caused by that vampire.

The most frightening thing is that that kind of vampire should have been mass-produced. "

Hearing Blade's explanation, Nick Fury said nothing, just staring at Blade.

"Well, I also met a priest who was nailed to the ground with a bayonet without any power to fight back. Obviously he is the kind of priest with real skills." (The gun sword is the bayonet)

Dao Feng added casually, most of the time he was unwilling to mention the reason for his injury.

"Then where do you think he is a priest?"

Nick Fury's voice sounds awkward at any time. Since the establishment of the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau, these things have been assigned to their management.

But now Nick Fury doesn't plan to go to those mysterious guys. After all, Hellboy just expressed his dissatisfaction with him just now, and the amphibian Abel is still in treatment.

There seems to be no other power in that BPRD.

"The Vatican? Or St. Paul's Cathedral? How do I know this kind of thing? You expect me to go to church to pray, and then know the priest who put me on the ground without asking a word?"

Blade's fierce tone made his wound start to bleed again, and the wound stabbed by the power of the holy light did not heal very well.

"Do you have any contact information for civilian experts in this area?"

Nick Fury stood up and took out the refrigerated blood bag from the freezer and hung it beside the Blade Warrior's hospital bed.

"It's up to you to inject or drink."

Nick Fury conveniently placed the needle in Blade's hand.

"Don't you always think that S.H.I.E.L.D. knows everything? Come here and ask me now? What do you think I can know?"

Blade grabbed the needle and stabbed it directly into the crook of his arm. He never felt like a vampire, so he wouldn't choose to drink this way.

"If you have to say it, there seems to be a semi-official organization in England that you can contact."

Blade Warrior said in an impatient tone.

"Hellsing? Van Helsing?"

Nick Fury's words came with a question, in exchange for the silence of the Blade Warrior.

From Blade's point of view, since you, Nick Fury, know this place, asking around is just to amuse him.

"I thought the legend of Dracula was just a story."

Nick Fury added.

"Perhaps you have heard of this name, but the Dracula killed by Van Helsing is not the same as the one in the story. The Dracula from the source of us vampires just borrowed that name."

Blade's patience was running out.

Dracula seems a bit weird as a super villain.

Possesses innumerable weaknesses, but has the immortality that even death is powerless.

Except Dracula is just Dracula.

His existence is somewhat similar to Skeleton King Leoric, the existence of immortality naturally has no beginning and end.

"It sounds like an existence that can be relied upon."

When Nick Fury said this, his eyes were fixed on the blade, as if he wanted to see something from the blade warrior's face.

"Put away your useless temptations, I hate your fucking way of speaking."

The blade pulled over the quilt to cover his head, and it was too annoying to talk to Nick Fury.

No matter what it is, he has to test for a long time.

Is the existence of the Haixin family a secret?

Nick Fury's pretending to be ignorant made him sick.

Let's see if I can fight until twelve o'clock at noon.

Whisper: I ran out of savings, I went to find a part-time job during the day, but I couldn’t even find a flyer handout...Where is there a part-time job that ends daily, it’s really hard not to be able to do manual work...