Donnie poured a basin of cold water on the man's head of a glasses.

The cold water droplets continued to flow down the man's head of the glasses, falling to the ground, making a rustling sound. The man in the coma was awakened by the sudden stimulation of the pump and suddenly opened his eyes.

With a groan of pain, he subconsciously wanted to touch the back of his head. The location was yelled at by Donnie not long ago.

"What the hell are you trying to do? I don't have any threat to you anymore. There is no need to chase me and you don't let go!" The man in glasses was frightened, and Donnie left a huge shadow in his heart. He really wanted to calm himself down and negotiate one-on-one with Donnie and let him go back. But his legs couldn't help but tremble.

This guy in front of me is a complete barbarian! He is fierce!

Donnie looked at this guy with a sneer. He had a murderous intention to kill the man with glasses more than once. The man with glasses was deeply imprinted by vampires and the Ha Ghost Clan. No matter how the man with glasses said it out loud, no one would accept him again.

At least Donnie won't believe it. Men with glasses have a high status and are almost impossible to win over by people like him who want money but have no power.

Donnie would not win him over. This Ha Ghost Clan is willing to become a lackey for vampires, such as humans, who feed on garbage. It would be better if he didn't kill him immediately.

There is only war between humans and vampires, which is a war between two species with different life characteristics.

"Tell me, tell me everything you know." Donny played with his phone and kept circling in his hand.

The man with glasses kept swimming with his cell phone. He understood that this cell phone was a killing weapon, and could make incredible changes in the hands of this mechanic, and could kill him in an instant.

"I said, I told you everything, I just hope you don't kill me." The man in glasses was sweating and mixed with the cold water, and could not tell anything. He took off his glasses and wiped them, but was knocked off by Donnie.

The glasses flew into the wall and made a crisp sound.

"The vampire asked me to lead the team to negotiate with you. They swear to tell me that if we really want to fight, more than a hundred well-trained and well-equipped teams can completely eliminate you. No matter how bad you are, you can escape, so I came." The man with glasses couldn't see clearly, and Downey's face was blurred in his vision, which made this negotiator with rich resume and good at observing words and expressions feel a little uncomfortable.

"You think so too. You also think that more than a hundred people can destroy me, so you lead the team to find me." Donnie said.

The man in glasses kept calm and widened his eyes to try to see Donny's expression clearly. A negotiator who could not see the other party's expression was almost equal to failure.

The man in glasses told Donny that the council promised him that he would provide him with a backing, including various armored vehicles and tanks, war fortresses, which would serve as a backing for him.

"The Council does have the idea of ​​directly destroying you, but they are not sure and are more worried about angering the mutant bipolar behind you. So the first order they gave me is to negotiate with you, and they hope to reconcile with you. But..."

"But someone interferes with it." Donnie stood up, "You were abandoned, as a pawn that intensified the contradictions, you were abandoned completely."

The man in glasses gritted his teeth: "I don't think it was the parliament that abandoned me, but someone was interfering with it! Dicken! It must be him! He was acting weird during this period, and the conflicts and conflicts with the parliament have become apparent. I would never think of anyone else to deal with me except him."

The man in glasses explained that the vampire kingdom is now surrounded by many vampire hunters, and the loss is huge. He will not fight with Donnie until he has no choice. At least they will deal with Donnie after they have solved the vampire hunter.

The vampire hunters are very active now, and there are even special tough characters among them staring at Dicken. He chases him wherever Dicken goes. Many important vampire strongholds have been pulled out, and the losses are extremely amazing, which has completely alarmed the parliament. In order to deal with these vampire hunters, the parliament is preparing comprehensive plans.

"Tell me all the vampire strongholds you know."

"I only know Dicken's residence, I know where his territory is! It's in Ocean City, New Jersey! Nightman Club! Dicken often plays in that area!"

The man in glasses began to beg Downey, saying that if Downey could let him go, he would definitely exchange a lot of wealth. He has accumulated a lot of amazing wealth for the vampires over the years, and can all be handed over to Downey, just to exchange his life.

Donnie brought a laptop and forced him to transfer money on the spot.

"Now transfer the money to me and I'll let you go immediately," said Downey. "You are just an irrelevant person to me, and I don't need to lie to you."

The man with glasses held the computer and finally looked up at Donnie. He wanted to confirm whether Donnie had told the truth. Unfortunately, he had no glasses and couldn't see clearly.

The man in glasses clicked on the website and entered a line of numbers. A large sum of money was transferred into Donnie's account, which cost more than 8 million US dollars. The man in glasses worked for the Vampire Council, which was not short of money for many years. He naturally had many ways to make money when he could get to that position.

But in the end it all belonged to Donnie and was just a wedding dress.

The old bartender walked in with a bottle of wine, staggering, his face flushed and drunk.

"Okay, stop pretending, boring." Donny was a little impatient and pointed to the man in glasses, "Kill him and deal with the body. We don't have that much time."

The old bartender's mouth twitched and he woke up instantly. In his seemingly drunk face, there was an unconcealed surprise. He looked at Donnie, and he wanted to ask how Donnie could see it. He was indeed pretending, pretending to be in front of S.H.I.E.D., in front of the vampires and Hags who were peeping in secret, and even in front of Donnie, which would make him appear more harmless.

"If you were so useless and brainless, you would have been killed by vampires over the years. You would not have lived until now. At least I don't believe that a slick old fried dough stick would be drunk and dreaming all day long, leaving yourself in a state of lack of defense." Donnie said lightly, and there was no joy or anger in his calm eyes.

The old bartender silently threw away the bottle of wine in his hand, and a wake-up call sounded in his heart, and he felt a little afraid of Donnie. To some extent, the young man was becoming more and more cunning. He remained silent and took out a knife from the gap in the belt and walked towards the man with glasses.

The man in glasses collapsed and shouted, asking Donnie to let him go, scolding Donnie for being a despicable villain who was not trustworthy. After a while, he begged Donnie to let him go and let him do whatever he wanted.

When the old bartender approached him, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes and suddenly burst out. He was in the vampire world, and it was impossible for him to have no hands on his hands. He aimed at the old bartender's neck and wanted to kill him with one blow.

But he was completely desperate the next moment.

The old bartender grabbed his hand with a thunderous momentum. As he took a step forward, the knife in his hand penetrated deep into the other party's neck, his movements were quick and neat, without any delay. At this moment, the old bartender showed the reason why he could survive for so many years, and his skillful and sophisticated movements were not like a bad old man at all.
Chapter completed!