Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 41: Giving a Genius a Bad Review

Count Dracula maintained a smile on his handsome face and said, "Well, that duck must be quite something."

Dressed impeccably and with graceful manners, Count Dracula easily left a favorable impression.

Hearing the gunshot, Jessica brought her two children from the room to the lobby. At this moment, she was staring at Count Dracula, this vampire full of masculine charm, with eyes shining brightly.

Comparing him with Alvin, hmm... in terms of looks and fashion sense, Dracula was miles ahead of Alvin. But if we talk about temperament, Alvin clearly seemed more human, warmer. Count Dracula, on the other hand, was too perfect, more like a fragile piece of art, just for looking at. Hmm... Alvin is still better!

Alvin gave a deep look at the obviously surprised Fury, smiled, raised his glass to clink with Count Dracula's, and said, "So, Count Dracula, can you tell us why you're here?"

Dracula stroked his mustache, a gesture that made him look much more dashing than Stark. He said, "I am currently settled in New York. Recently, I heard that the people of Hell's Kitchen are very unfriendly to the bloodline, so I wanted to come and see. Maybe there's some misunderstanding, who knows."

"Bloodline?" Alvin tilted his head, scrutinizing Count Dracula, and said, "What's that? We've killed a lot of vampires recently. Are they what you call the bloodline?"

Dracula downed his whiskey in one gulp, shook his head, and laughed, "Those you killed can't be called the bloodline. They are just descendants developed by the bloodline to serve them. The servants of the bloodline can't be considered the bloodline."

Alvin let out an "Oh," playfully looking at the vampire in front of him, who he thought was completely pretentious, and said mockingly, "So what are you here for? To seek justice for your livestock? Or you can name a price for them, and I can compensate you accordingly."

Count Dracula's face gradually turned cold. He stared at Alvin and said, "I just wanted to see what kind of people completely disregard the bloodline, without even a bit of reverence." He glanced at Director Fury, clearly including him in his words.

Director Fury, with a lot of guts, glared at Count Dracula with his one eye and said, "Count, why don't you go back and find a coffin to lie in? The bloodline issue should be resolved by your council of elders with us. Recently, your mixed-blood subordinates have been quite restless."

Count Dracula smiled brightly, looked at Director Fury, and said indifferently, "So what?" Then he quickly reached out with his left hand to grab Alvin's neck, trying to subdue him.

Alvin sneered and kicked a switch under the bar. With a "snap," the entire house lit up with intense light from inside out.

Count Dracula screamed and retreated, trying to exit the restaurant. Alvin cruelly raised his modified shotgun and fired a shot at Count Dracula's handsome face with a "bang."

The shotgun loaded with the rune "Ed" fired hundreds of pellets. Although it didn't kill the powerful Count Dracula, it turned his face into a miserable lunar surface. A single "Ed" rune's power was a bit challenging for this old vampire. Tomorrow, JJ and Frank would be equipped with +3 "Ed" weapons.

Impatient JJ picked up an iron rod from somewhere, swung it in a perfect arc like a golf club, and with the huge kinetic energy even bending the rod, he struck Count Dracula between the legs with a "smack."

Already in great pain from the sunlight, Count Dracula, like a rooster with its neck caught, instantly lost his voice. He clutched his crotch, fell to the ground, ignored the smoke rising from his body under the sunlight, and let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson, watching from the side, felt a chill between their legs and couldn't help but clamp their legs together. JJ was really too cruel; they hadn't noticed this before.

When the sunlight turned on, Frank rushed to Jessica, shielding her and the two children behind him.

Alvin took out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, adjusted to the light, and jumped out of the bar with one hand.

The Remington shotgun emptied the remaining five rounds into Count Dracula's head.

One had to commend Count Dracula, this old vampire was really tough. Even under the sunlight, with his balls shattered and his head blasted by Alvin, he was still rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.

The sunlight lamps were a gift from Stark delivered yesterday. Although he became a joke on TV, this genius cursed by knowledge still came up with a complete set of solutions against vampires within two days and sent a set to his perceived friends.

Count Dracula's special abilities were almost entirely weakened under the sunlight, relying only on his thick skin accumulated over the years to withstand Alvin's gunfire. This was no joke; this old vampire was really that tough, even this couldn't kill him.

Alvin took the iron rod from JJ, signaling him to find a rope. He then started swinging the rod like a ruthless loan shark teaching a poor student who had defaulted on several installments of a campus loan. (A warning to kids, don't randomly take out high-interest loans) He began a five-minute brutal beating of Count Dracula. During this time, the iron rod bent and deformed multiple times, and Alvin straightened it out to continue beating Count Dracula.

Director Fury and Agent Coulson, who watched the whole process from the side, were shocked. Count Dracula was a super-strong individual registered with S.H.I.E.L.D., yet here he was, being beaten on the ground like a thug by Alvin. It was almost unreal.

Thor and Dom, who hadn't helped earlier, now rushed up, each grabbing a leg and pulling hard.

Frank, seeing Count Dracula re-enacting the tragedy of the black bear boss from last week, felt a bit sympathetic. He grabbed a Remington from the bar and fired several shots at the Count's head. If you can't die, there's nothing I can do.

JJ found a piece of paracord and, like a skilled kidnapper, tied Count Dracula into a bundle. The Count, with his head beaten into a bloody mess, couldn't resist and let him do as he pleased.

Alvin looked at Count Dracula lying on the ground, smoking under the intense sunlight, with his skin slightly cracked. He felt a bit heavy-hearted. The geniuses in Marvel weren't reliable! He made a call to Stark, giving his vampire prevention system a bad review.

Woken up, Stark furiously cursed, "Impossible! Wait there, I'll come over and see this unkillable vampire myself."

Turning off some of the sunlight lamps in the store, leaving only a few aimed at Count Dracula. These lamps could cause skin cancer if used too much and were very power-consuming. Let the Count enjoy them!