The hood was violently ripped off, almost breaking Tony Stark's neck. Tony barely kept his eyes open in the harsh light, but he still felt hard to adjust. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see the faces of his captors. Who are they? How many people in the United States and even the world dare to kidnap him? He Tony Stark is the pride of the world, countless people are holding him, who will blatantly do it to him?

As the sole heir of the Stark family, Tony is in control of the trillion-dollar Stark Group, and he has been pampered since he was a child. Even when he was researching weapons and missiles, he had a bunch of employees and his artificial intelligence to help him with the heavy lifting, when did he, a proud playboy, suffer such a big loss as he did today?

He was kidnapped! I finally ran out and completely debauched once, and this kind of thing happened!

It's not that no one has attacked him for so many years, but every time there is no danger, and a situation like today is simply the first time in his life.

Tony is very proud, even if he is kidnapped, the other party is nothing more than seeking money or technology, it can't be anything else, he is just an arms dealer giant.

Before his eyes could adjust, he took the initiative to speak: "What do you want?" Money? I'm just an ordinary person, you guys are definitely tying up the wrong person, in fact, I think it's a misunderstanding......"

Before he finished speaking, a heavy punch hit him in the stomach, where could Tony stand this, he knelt on the ground in pain on the spot, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and the part of his stomach simply lost consciousness.

In the dim light, Deacon grabbed Tony's hair and lifted his head to face him, looking disdainfully at the pride of the sky in the eyes of mankind. What can this kind of person do, it is not like an ant in his hands, as long as he wants, he can strangle this weak human at any time.

But Deacon wouldn't do that, it wasn't his purpose. Tony Stark, a fool who automatically came to the door and ran to his territory to show off his might, didn't this fool usually go out and investigate the local situation clearly?

Tony's arrival was a pure surprise, Deacon was waiting for Blade and Donnie here, but when he saw Tony first, he temporarily ordered his subordinates to bring him over.

"Tony Stark, you are a genius and a fool for selling all kinds of high-tech weapons unscrupulously, causing many vampires to be killed by your weapons, you are a genius, and even more foolish, how should this account be calculated?" Deacon smoked a cigarette and looked at Tony like an animal.

"Actually, people praise me for my wisdom and foolishness." Tony said, and then he was punched to the ground by Deacon and didn't get up for a long time. He coughed in pain, nearly choking. The punches were so heavy that he felt like he was about to be killed with just two punches.

Tony has been hanging out with all kinds of women for many years, and he has long been hollowed out, and it is impossible for him to withstand the fists from the vampires.

The vampire next to him came up to persuade Deacon that Tony's status was noble, and that killing him vampire was bound to suffer crazy revenge from the human camp. Tony Stark is like a symbolic calling card of humanity, synonymous with human genius and wealth. Tony can be killed by others, but never at the hands of vampires, which is undoubtedly a declaration of war.

Deacon swallowed the clouds and spat at the smoke wafting in the air, and took a deep breath, the smell of the smoke intoxicated him, and he was even more fascinated by the ravaging of Tony's human high-level, which was from the crushing and contempt of the upper echelons of the food chain against the lower ones.

Tony lay on the ground, his mouth open and gasping silently, he really felt like he was going to die.

One of the Ha Ghost Clan stepped up and whispered into Deacon's ear, "Boss, our men have arrested the councilors of the other twelve clans, but we have also lost a lot of manpower. When the news spreads, the entire vampire kingdom will be in turmoil, and it will even alarm the king. ”

Deacon's eyelids jumped subconsciously. Vampire king...... The guy who didn't know how many years he had lived didn't pay attention to government affairs at all, threw all the power to the parliament, and he hid himself and didn't know what he was studying.

Deacon had never met a vampire king, only heard a few rumors, that he was said to be a deep fellow, but he was old and frail, and only wore the name of a king, and never interfered with the decisions of the vampire council.

But in fact the parliament had great jealousy of this irresponsible king, and for some reason.

"Then bring the twelve noble pure-bloods to the altar, and when the time comes, they will be sacrificed as a sacrifice for my godhood."

Deacon gave the order and threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, smiling a little hideously. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and only today did he achieve his wish.

As for why the twelve clans, the Speaker? Hehehe...... The Speaker's kind of thing was not long ago thrown by Deacon to the seashore and burned alive in front of the newborn sun.

The entire council has been purged by the countless large and small families he leads, and from today there is no such ridiculously rotten institution as the council, and only he, Deakon Frost, is the only actual ruler of the vampire world today.

As for that king...... Deacon frowned, finally deciding that it was better not to touch the moldy head. The council has not dared to act for so many years, and there is no need for him to do much. became a god of blood, can walk in the sun unscrupulously, the whole world is his, and he still cares about a king who is about to die of old age?

Tony finally relented, and Deacon barely heard the conversation between Deacon and his men. He finally knew who had kidnapped him.

It's a vampire, it's a vampire.

Tony shivered violently, and at this moment his mind rose with an unconcealable fear, and his whole body began to tremble slightly, and the trembling amplitude became larger and larger.

Being bitten by a vampire, if you can't inject the antivenom in time, you will permanently transform into a vampire, and there is no going back. Now where did he get the antivenom? Who's going to carry that stuff with them except for some vampire hunters?

He was bitten, what will he do in the future? In the future, he will live humbly as a vampire, unable to eat garlic in the sun, and regularly suck human blood? What a sad joke! He, Tony Stark, as the pride of all mankind, has actually become a vampire who feeds on humans! What would his friend Rhodes think of him? What should Pepper think of him? What would Obadiah, his most beloved uncle and his closest elder, think of him?

It's better to die directly.

"This fool genius, spare him first. Send someone to negotiate with Obadiah, and say that if you want to get back Tony Stark, you will immediately hand over 100 billion dollars and a large number of state-of-the-art weapons, and see what that guy wants. Deacon looked at the terrified Tony, smiled contemptuously, opened his mouth and bit it hard.

Tony let out a desperate scream, like a last wail, his pupils full of color gradually became numb, and his mind roared and went blank. He's bitten, he's been bitten by this group of vampire creatures, it's all over, he's never been human again, he's going to be infected, he's going to be a vampire in the shadows, and all the light is gone from him forever.

At this moment, Tony really wanted to die.

Deacon is very rampant, he is about to become a blood god, he regards all human beings as food, he doesn't care about anything, he is just playing casually, how can he really take it to heart.

Suddenly, there was a faint scream from above. The cry was distinctly anomalous, penetrating the floor and underground, and many vampires subconsciously raised their heads to look at the ceiling.

Tony twitched, and something called hope reappeared in Tony's eyes. Vampire Hunter! It must be a vampire hunter! They specialize in killing vampires, and they must have antivenom with them! Hold on, maybe you can be saved!

Deacon didn't hurry to put on his coat, if nothing else, the attacker was either Blade or Donnie, maybe the two guys got together, after all, both guys should almost arrive in Ocean City.

He needs these two, he needs some sacrifices and rituals to become the god of blood, he needs the blood of the Daywalker to be true, but he needs Donnie's even more!

"That magical mutant has finally been delivered to the door......" Deacon muttered to himself with some greed.