Marvel’s Superman

Howard, who was almost alive, returned to the hotel room and sat blankly on the sofa.

From his empty eyes, it could be seen that this guy hadn't been freed from the bloody images on the walls of the inn.

What was once a heart-warming omen suddenly turned into a puddle of viscous minced meat made of organics and inorganics, plus carbohydrates.

It was indeed a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to show his glory and come to a fierce battle.

Whether he can rise again in the second half of his life is a big question.

It's time for Stark Industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.

Otherwise, the inheritance of the family is afraid that it will be broken in his own hands.

Howard lowered his head and stared at the motionless lower body with a sad look on his face.

The all-New York-recognized flirtatious, love-savvy person has become a thing of the past.

"Um... do you want something to eat?"

Luke touched his stomach, ignoring Howard's sadness.

After a long day of boring meetings, he didn't even have time to eat dinner.

How can the little fruit in the fruit plate fill the stomach.

"I want to eat... vomit!"

Howard's throat rolled twice, and the surging desire to vomit came again.

"It's so fragile. It's a pity that there is no survival show for Lord Bei in this era. That's the real meal."

Luke shook his head. When he was cleaning houses in Brooklyn, he shot people's heads at night, and saw the turbid brains mixed with red and white flowing out. Afterwards, he could eat pizza and listen to songs as if nothing had happened.

That's a big heart that's been trained.

"I ordered a lobster pasta, are you sure you don't want it, Howard?"

In the face of Luke's "kind" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.

"It's too miserable. A failed appointment often brings a heavy price that is difficult to pay."

For Howard's tragic experience, Luke not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but schadenfreude.

After this lesson, he probably will never be interested in women who take the initiative to send to his door.

Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell, Luke's lobster pasta, and Howard's sugar-free coffee was delivered to the door.

"Can you stop sucking like that... Excessive! I just came out of the toilet, and I feel like I have vomited out all the bile, and I really don't want to experience it again."

Howard held the bitter coffee in his hands, with an envious look in his eyes.

He couldn't look straight at any sticky sauce, or red streaks.

"Can you blame me? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have also been on the battlefield, how can you say that the stumps of the human body, the vague flesh and blood, should not touch you."

Luke looked innocent, rolled the noodles with a fork, and added clumps of plump and thick lobster meat, and continued to eat, making a "sucking" sound.

"No one has stipulated that the arms dealer must use the human body to test the goods in his hands! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness how quickly the weapons I made are harvesting life! To be honest, That would keep me awake, sleepless at night, and lose the joy of life."

Howard was very honest and plausible.

Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made a fortune in war.

But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money calmly.

Maybe many rich people are keen to do charity after their successful careers.

Except for reasonable tax avoidance and a good reputation by the way.

There is also a small part of the reason, it is to eliminate the guilt in the heart.

Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy in his heart if his money is not clean enough is certainly not a qualified capitalist.

"I didn't expect you to have a moral conscience... I think highly of you, Howard. A serious capitalist shouldn't have this."

Luke wiped his mouth with the napkin and joked.

"Speaking of which, you don't like so many sexy dancers in the Moulin Rouge, so you have to pick a wild vampire who runs out for food. What? Do you have a special fetish?"

Luke was full and began to talk about the topic.

"Wait for me to call Peggy and let her get in touch with the New York Temple."

"Oh, no, this part of continental Europe should be run by the Temple of London."

Howard heard the back, and his face was dull.

It feels like a kindergartener, confronted with quantum mechanics.

This is no longer a superfluous question!

It's about to subvert his worldview!

"The temple...what organization? Also, is Rania really a vampire?"

Howard asked hesitantly.

"I said, you can accept the sorceress with chest and thighs in this world, the witcher family that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you can't believe the real existence of vampires?"

Luke couldn't help complaining.

"It's this time, do you still think that... Rania is a porphyria patient? Howard, stop deceiving yourself, there are such beautiful porphyria patients in the world?"

Howard was speechless for a moment.

His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't figure out the thread for a long time.

"But...why do they exist? I mean, if there really are vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered them?"

After holding back for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and began to ask questions.

"Like mutants... The authenticity of this group has been confirmed very early. But vampires, they only appear in novels and movies."

Luke walked over to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "This is a good question. The answer is very simple, because there are three major temples, and a group of burly flesh-clad mages who like to use hammers, flails, and big swords."

"They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world and avoiding vampires, werewolves, and hell devils and demons from intrusion into the present world!"

"What? And werewolves? Wait, so hell really exists? Devil, demon... I always thought it was just a swearing adjective."

Howard was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information.

"Just one night, the worldview I built for more than 30 years turned into ruins in an instant..."

Looking at the dull look of Iron Man's father, Luke couldn't help handing him a glass of wine and comforting him insincerely: "If I tell you, the guys in Norse mythology do have prototype characters, and they live in Asgard, if you can study the Einstein-Rosen bridge, maybe you can."

"By the way, Mephisto, the lord of hell, is an old liar, and Lucifer next door runs a good bar. God is likely to be a black... Hey, Howard, what's wrong with you? A pair of Alzheimer's It's like coming early."

"..."

Howard only felt his brain buzzing, and Luke's voice was far and near, as if it came from the sky, and it was like a whisper of an ancient god.

His only remaining reason and thinking ability were completely defeated and disintegrated.

"Can't you give me time to digest it? What an asshole!"

Half an hour later, Howard, who drank half a bottle of whiskey, finally returned to normal.

In a short period of time, his world has been destroyed and reshaped.

This planet, which is almost acceptable to live in, has a basic setting of vampires, werewolves, hell devils and demons.

Even if Luke said now that he was a cosmic man from the M78 nebula, Howard would not be surprised.

"It's your ability to accept it is too poor."

Luke sneered.

"Let me open the door to a new world for you today and increase your knowledge."

Howard hiccupped, and the strong smell of alcohol spewed out.

Then prick up your ears and listen quietly.

"According to the records of the temple, Dracula is the first vampire in human history. He is recognized as the 'first ancestor' by later generations. He is not afraid of sunlight, has super regeneration ability, and is a tough guy."

Luke plays the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world.

"It's just that his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are dispersed into dark families with different surnames."

"With the inheritance from generation to generation, the abilities of those vampires have weakened a lot, and they have become afraid of the sun and cannot be seen in the daytime."

"As mentioned above, they belong to normal blood races. They are not many in number. They mostly live in Eastern Europe and obey the commandments of the three major temples. They are basically animals in captivity."

Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey with ice, and continued: "And the female vampire you saw, her name is Rania, right? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood family."

Howard held back the tumult in his stomach and asked curiously, "And unorthodox vampires?"

"Of course. Around the fourteenth century, the Black Death swept across Europe, and there was a guy named Alexander Covenus, who was a survivor."

Luke recalled this past event and told it in a eloquent manner.

The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Kama Taj to study magic, and he is still appointed by the Supreme Master, and it is okay to open a back door occasionally.

"This guy was lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, he survived the plague of the Black Death, unfortunately, he encountered Hydra."

Luke shrugged, there must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.

Otherwise, why even "Underworld" is mixed in! ?

Finally, I have to say that the Hydra in the Marvel world is really an almighty backer, and even vampires can be involved!

Luke, who flashed a series of complaints, continued: "The Hydra group thinks that since Alexander Covenus can survive the Black Death, he should have some kind of special physique."

"Then inject him with vampire and werewolf blood, and the result is a monster that is not afraid of the sun and has the explosive power of a werewolf."

"In a way, this is a low-profile version of Dracula."

Howard was a little fascinated. He didn't expect to know this secret story of the human world in his lifetime.

"At that time, Hydra already existed?"

he asked suspiciously.

"The history of this organization is much longer than you think."

Luke said flatly.

"It turns out that any experiment, any plan of Hydra will always end in a rollover."

"The transformed Alexander Covenus ran away. He had three sons, two named William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other a vampire."

It sounds like a fire ninja.

"and then?"

Howard is like a watch reader who can't wait to see what happens next.

"It's a very clichéd plot, probably two brothers turned against each other, vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides."

Luke glanced out the window and said easily: "Vampires have the upper hand. They have reached a cooperation with the human nobles, and they have also established a sharp knife team composed of elite warriors called 'Death Walkers'."

"Am I right? Miss hiding outside."