Donnie poured cold water on the bespectacled man's head.

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

With a groan of pain, he subconsciously wanted to touch the back of his head, which had been called out by Donnie once not long ago.

"What the hell do you want to do? I don't have the slightest threat to you, you don't have to chase me! The man with glasses was terrified, and Downey left a huge shadow on him. He really wanted to calm himself down, to be able to negotiate one-on-one with Donnie, and let himself go back. But his legs trembled uncontrollably.

This guy in front of him is a complete barbarian! Fierce!

Donnie sneered at the guy, he had more than once murderous intentions towards the man in glasses. The man with glasses is deeply branded with vampires and the Ha ghost clan, and no matter what the man with glasses says, no one will accept him again.

At least Donnie won't believe it, the glasses man has a very high status, and there is almost no way to be co-opted by people like him who ask for money and have no money.

Donnie won't even try to woo him, this Ha ghost clan is willing to become a lackey of the trash who feeds on humans like vampires, and it's good that he didn't kill him immediately.

Between humans and vampires, there is only war, and it is a war between two species with different life characteristics.

"Tell me everything you know." Donnie played with his phone, constantly spinning it around in his hand.

The man with glasses kept swimming with the phone, and he understood that the phone was a murderous weapon, and that the mechanic could perform an incredible change that would kill him in an instant.

"I said, I'll tell you everything, I just hope you don't kill me." The man with glasses was sweating profusely, mixed with the cold water, and he couldn't tell it apart at all. He took off his glasses and wiped them, and Downey knocked them off.

The glasses flew against the wall with a crunch.

"The vampires asked me to lead a team to negotiate with you, and they swore to me that if you really want to fight, more than a hundred well-trained and well-equipped teams can completely destroy you, and no matter how bad you are, you can get out of the way, that's why I came." The man with glasses couldn't see clearly, and Donnie's face was blurry in his field of vision, which made this experienced negotiator who was good at observing words and emotions a little uncomfortable.

"You think so too, and you also think that more than a hundred people can destroy me, that's why you will lead a team to find me." Downey said.

The man in glasses barely managed to keep his composure, his eyes widening in an attempt to read Donnie's expression clearly. A negotiator who can't see the other party's expression clearly is almost equated with failure.

The man with glasses tells Donnie that the council has promised him that he will be provided with a backhand, including various armored vehicles and tanks, and that the fortress of war will be used as a backing to support him.

"The Council does have the idea of killing you outright, but they are not sure, and they are more worried about provoking the mutant bipolar behind you. So the first order they gave me was to negotiate with you, and they wanted to reconcile with you. But ......"

"But someone got in the way." Donnie stood up, "You have been abandoned, as a pawn to exacerbate the conflict, you have been completely abandoned. ”

The man in glasses gritted his teeth: "I don't think it's the council that has abandoned me, it's someone who is getting in the way!" Deacon! It had to be him! During this time, he behaved strangely, and the conflicts with the council had become apparent, and I would never think of anyone else dealing with me except him. ”

The man in glasses explained that now that the vampire kingdom is surrounded and suppressed by many vampire hunters, the losses are great, and they will not fight Downey again unless they have to, at least they will clean up Downey after they have eliminated the vampire hunters.

The vampire hunters are very active now, and even there are special ruthless characters among them who keep an eye on Deacon, and wherever Dickon goes, he will hunt him down, and many important vampire strongholds have been pulled out, and the losses are extremely staggering, and they have completely alarmed the council. The Council is preparing a well-thought-out plan to deal with this group of vampire hunters.

"Tell me all the vampire strongholds you know."

"All I know is where Deacon is located, and I know where his territory is! Right here in Ocean City, New Jersey! Nightman Club! Deacon is a lot in that area! ”

The man in glasses began to beg Donnie that if Downey could let him go, he would definitely exchange a lot of wealth for it, and he had accumulated a lot of amazing wealth over the years for the vampires, which could be given to Donnie in exchange for his life.

Donnie brings a laptop and forces him to transfer money on the spot.

"Transfer the money to me now, and I'll let you go immediately." Downey said, "You're just an insignificant person to me, and I don't have to lie to you." ”

The man with glasses held the computer and finally looked up at Donnie, trying to make sure that Downey was telling the truth. But unfortunately, he lost his glasses and couldn't see clearly.

The man with glasses clicked on the website and entered a line of numbers, and a large sum of money was transferred to Downey's account, which was more than eight million dollars. The man with glasses has worked directly for the vampire council that is not bad for money for many years, and if he can get to that position, he naturally has many means to make money.

But in the end, it all went to Donnie, and he made a wedding dress.

The old bartender walked in with a bottle, staggering, red-faced, and drunk.

"Alright, don't pretend, it's boring." Donnie was a little impatient and pointed at the man in glasses, "Kill him, dispose of the body, we don't have that much time." ”

The corners of the old bartender's mouth twitched, and he came to his senses in an instant, and his seemingly drunken face revealed an unconcealable surprise. He looked at Donnie, and he wanted to ask Donnie how he saw it. He was indeed pretending, in front of S.H.I.E.L.D., in front of the vampires and Ha ghosts who were spying on him, and even more so in front of Donnie, which would make him look more harmless.

"If you were so wasteful and brainless, you would have been killed by the vampires all these years, and you wouldn't have survived until now, at least I don't believe that a slippery old fritter would die drunk and dreaming of a wine bottle all day long, putting himself in a defenseless situation." Donnie said lightly, no joy or anger in his calm gaze.

The old bartender silently threw away the bottle in his hand, sounding the alarm in his heart, and feeling a little jealous of Donnie. This young man, in a way, is getting more and more cunning. He was silent, carefully took out a knife from the gap in his belt, and walked towards the man with glasses.

The man in glasses broke down, yelled and asked Donnie to let him go, scolding Downey for being a despicable villain and untrustworthy, and begging Downey to let him go and do whatever he wanted.

When the old bartender approached him, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he exploded in an instant, he was in the vampire world, and it was impossible to do without two hands. He aimed at the old bartender's neck to kill him with one blow.

But the next moment he was completely desperate.

The old bartender grabbed his hand with a thunderous momentum, and when he took a step forward, the knife in his hand sank deep into the opponent's neck, and his movements were agile and neat, without dragging the mud and water. At this moment, the old bartender showed the reason why he had survived for so many years, and his skillful and spicy movements did not look like a bad old man at all.

Donnie wasn't so surprised, the old bartender had already died on the way to the run.