Half-asleep, Tony faintly saw a lot of people walking back and forth around him, and they seemed to be talking. But Tony's condition is so bad, he has a high fever, and the antivenom is injected into it, using his body as a battlefield to fight the virus.

"How's it going?" Donnie stood aside, worried, and somewhat restlessly walking around.

"You sent it in time, and now his main problem is excessive blood loss, as long as he recuperates for a while, it's fine."

The one who spoke was the female doctor who followed Blade, who was saved by Blade, who was chasing vampires when she was bitten, and was able to save her life. She is also the dispenser of Blade, specializing in concocting some potions against vampires, and vampires who are injected will die.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, Tony Stark is not related to you, it is already a great kindness for you to rescue him, even if he can't survive, it has nothing to do with you." Blade gently wiped his war knife with a cloth, and he used both knives to slay countless vampires, and the ghosts of vampires haunted them.

Donnie muttered, "Who would have known that this guy was so unlucky, he couldn't be coquettish during the day, and he was kidnapped by vampires at night." "He's really a little worried that Tony won't be able to survive, so what is Iron Man in the future, vampire Iron Man? According to Tony's arrogant temperament, he will either break the kettle and develop a vaccine, but this path has been proven by countless people to be impossible, or he will simply beg for death.

On the other side, the old bartender and the old man had a little drink, and the two were talking. Seeing Donnie glaring at him, he grinned. At this time, Donnie realized that the old man's leg was indeed a little lame, and he really didn't notice it because he was sitting in the audience.

"That's Whistler, the old vampire hunter who has been famous for a long time, but now he's a little old and can only do logistics." Blade teasingly introduces Donnie.

Whistler was old and had a big temper, and when he heard this, he yelled angrily, and shouted that he had taught him all the skills of the blade.

Donnie touched his chin and looked back at Tony, a genius who could be called the son of the times.

I have to say that Tony Stark can mix in any type of woman, in addition to his wealth and super high emotional intelligence, his appearance is indeed good. Although he has entered middle age, his upright facial features and the unique maturity of middle-aged men make him lethal to women of all ages.

"You say, we saved this guy, what benefits should we ask for him?" The old bartender came over, he didn't care if you were Stark or a big, he was more focused on practical things, and it was pointless to say that no amount of mansions in the air would be in the air.

He was holding a bag of necklaces, good wine and other looted things, and Downey wanted to take them, but this time it was the turn of the old bartender to live or die, claiming that he would sell these things for a high price, and a rookie like Donnie would only be pitted to death.

"He's a local tyrant, it's intolerable not to take the opportunity to slaughter a fortune. If you look at what he wears, they are all styles that can't be bought on the market, and only the upper class people have a way to get them. Whistler slipped the coat he had pulled from Tony on himself and marveled. In fact, they lived a very hard life, and all the money was used to prepare all kinds of silver weapons, which was an abnormal money-burning process.

Downey was the first to propose that instead of asking for money and weapons, it would be better to ask for some shares in the Stark Group, and Tony was the majority shareholder of Stark, and he had a lot of shares in his hands.

"Money can bring a steady stream of money, I think one thousandth of the shares is very appropriate, and we can divide it equally." Mr. Downey said he had planned to wait for the Stark Group's internal turmoil before buying it at a low price, when the stock price would plummet by 60 percent.

"I'll give you one percent! I give it from my own shares! ”

Tony, who had been lying in a coma on the bed for a long time, finally recovered, and he opened his mouth to shout, willing to give them one percent of the shares directly.

The female doctor took the ultraviolet lamp and shone Tony's face, and then looked at Tony's neck, the wound had initially scabbed, and nodded to everyone, indicating that it was okay.

Downey was a little stunned, shocked by Tony's boldness. One percent of Stark Group's shares, that's a staggering number! What is the market capitalization of Stark Group? That's astronomical.

Tony himself does not seem to have much wealth, just over 100 billion dollars, but that doesn't count the group properties he holds. Tony was willing to take one percent of Stark Group's shares, which was a heart-wrenching number.

Even if Donnie and the others are rice worms who eat and wait to die in the next life, they will have endless money.

Grunt!

There was a clear sound of spitting at the mouth, and everyone was stunned.

Tony gasped as he struggled to sit up and look at the group of vampire hunters, trying to keep every face in his head.

"I said, can we wait and be shocked, I'm starving, is there a cheeseburger here?" Tony joked and lightened the mood. Anyway, these hunters saved him, and one percent of the shares exchanged for his life, and Tony felt that it was worth it.

What's more, one percent? He, Tony Stark, is the controlling owner of the entire group! That's not a lot for him at all.

Donnie was the most simply, he threw Tony a mobile phone and said, "Just call directly, your people are just afraid that they are going crazy, their boss is actually gone, this is a big event that shakes the world." ”

Tony was surprised, this group of people was not afraid that he would turn his face and not admit it?

The others really didn't react otherwise, Blade was still there to wipe the knife, the old bartender and Whistler sat down to drink again, the female doctor continued to dispense the potion, and only Downey was watching him.

Tony dials a number, and his AI butler immediately tracks the address. But there is really no need to do this, because there are already armed forces coming to the door.

Several people rescued Tony, and did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, he was already exposed to the camera, and the armed forces acted in the starry night, surrounding the factory.

Officers outside shouted for the men inside to immediately lay down their weapons and be examined, and that they would be killed on the spot if there was any movement.

Several soldiers were ordered to break open the gate and rush in.

"So troublesome!" Donnie muttered, and several vehicles parked outside immediately clicked and deformed, assembling countless guns and pointing at the troops outside.

They quickly shut up, and the unsuspecting low-level soldiers looked at each other, a little confused.

This signature ability, why is the mechanic here?

A tower-like man suddenly stood up from the team and shouted: "Stop, this is a misunderstanding, stop!" I'm Happy, I'm my boss Tony's bodyguard, and I'm going to meet my boss! ”

Donnie shrugged indifferently, and Blade pulled open the door to let Harpy in.

Harpy, a burly man, almost didn't cry when he saw Tony, because Tony's image was so bad, as if he had been abused countless times, and his defeated face and tattered clothes were too far from Tony's old sassy appearance.

Seeing Harpy hugging Tony and crying like a chicken, everyone felt a chill, and all the men took a step back, full of tacit understanding.

"Alright, this playboy's problem is solved, we should discuss what to do with that bastard of Deacon, he's waiting for us to dive headlong into it. I've been fighting vampires all these days, and I'm honestly annoyed. ”

Donnie clapped his hands and called everyone over.