In the end, Donnie didn't do anything, and let the old bartender sleep there.

He could have taken the opportunity to kill the old bartender, and it was the most relaxing choice, but he didn't do it in the end, just watched silently and pondered.

Donnie sighed and sat down on the couch, knocking on the table intentionally or not. The old bartender has become a key node, and neither Donnie nor the vampire can tolerate the old bartender falling into the hands of the other party alive, which means that the intelligence and information on his side have been leaked.

In other words, the old bartender was in his hands, and the vampires had every reason to suspect that he knew about the vampires' god-making plans, and had gotten the details from the old bartender. In order to prevent further leakage of the news and get what they don't know, they will inevitably go after the old bartender and Donnie. Donnie couldn't tolerate the old bartender being captured, which meant that his information was leaked, and at the same time made the other party confident that he knew about the god-making plan and the details they didn't know.

But he didn't know the details, and the vampires wouldn't believe it. Downey attacks the vampire stronghold and kills the head of the Thompson family, announcing to them that he knows everything.

The serious asymmetry of information and the endless loop of logic make it a foregone conclusion to tear the face, no one wants to get out, there is no need to negotiate at all, there is no way to negotiate, the war has already begun.

"It's just a lot of trouble, and the plan to make a fortune in a muffled way is over." Donnie sighed repeatedly, feeling that he was too unlucky, he originally planned to develop in a low-key manner, and then participate in a series of big events after he has grown up completely, but obviously, it is impossible.

It is impossible for a vampire to let him go, even under the guise of killing chickens and monkeys to maintain dignity to the outside world, a bloody battle will not escape.

He also doesn't trust the vampire, fearing that the front foot will hand over the old bartender in exchange for peace, and the back foot vampire will kill Donnie after torturing enough information.

Neither side trusts the other, and neither allows the old bartender to be in the other's hands.

Downey took out that phone and sent a message to that number: Who the hell are you? After waiting for a while, there was no response, so I put my phone in my pocket again.

"I'm still too kind, I won't even kill such a troublesome person." Donnie is helpless, feeling that he is still a good person, and he can kill villains and people against him at will, but he can't kill a person who is barely innocent at will.

Of course, it's not unprincipled not to kill, the existence of the old bartender has threatened Donnie's safety, he can be a killer, but at this moment he thinks further.

It's an extraordinary world, a superhero world.

Donnie has a faint hunch that whether he kills or not, the old bartender is more like a kind of sideline, killing, standing in the evil camp, not killing, may not be accepted by the hero camp, but at least it will not be easily hostile.

It's like someone is forcing him to decide, forcing him to make a choice, and even expecting him to kill the old bartender and go against someone.

"Who the hell is calculating my ......" Donnie's face was gloomy, he thought a lot, he was pitted a lot, he always had to grow a little, he thought of a lot of things in the depths.

The role of the old bartender is not only to keep him in a fight with vampires, but also to serve as a benchmark for judging Donnie.

Donnie turned his head to look at the seemingly defenseless old bartender who was sleeping soundly, and his eyes were cold. He's never been a bad guy, and the old bartender has threatened him after all.

The old bartender slept indecently, with his back to Donnie, as if he had a big heart and was completely resigned to his fate.

"What role do you play in this?" Downey sat on the couch and stared at the old bartender for a long time, "Not necessarily as you say...... Maybe you know you're a pawn, but you just won't say it...... But who is the chess player? Hey! ”

The old bartender turned over at this time, muttered a few words, and snored.

Downey took out that phone again, which may be the only clue that he can track down someone, if not the one behind it, must have something to do with it. But how to track it? He doesn't know hacking techniques, he doesn't know hacker masters, he doesn't believe in S.H.I.E.L.D., and his own Transformers are just abilities rather than full-fledged beings, and they can't decipher computer language like in the movies for the time being.

"Professor X or Magneto...... I can only find them......" Donnie sighed, he didn't want to get close to either of them, and his ability to restrain him to death, even if he could easily beat him with one hand.

After a sleepless night, the day soon dawned, and a round sun peeked out of a corner of the horizon, quietly watching the earth.

Donnie calls the old bartender up and asks him to help him modify his motorcycle, asking him what he needs.

"It's easy to mod, you want to use it for fighting, not just safety and racing." The old bartender told Donnie that the locomotive mainly worked on energy circuits, "You can modify the chariots and control them to fight for you, and the strength of the metal and the efficiency of energy delivery are the most important." ”

The old bartender analyzed, sounding insightful, and reminded Donnie that motorcycles were easy to use, but tanks and armored vehicles were the first choice.

"If possible, you get a few fifth-generation fighters to transform, then you will be invincible." The old bartender bragged with a bottle of wine, claiming that if Downey got his hands on fifth-generation fighters, he would be able to further modify them to build the strongest killing machine for Downey.

Downey asked him if he could modify a fifth-generation fighter? The old bartender cheekily said it was blown.

Syllable!

Donnie dragged the old bartender with a bruised nose and swollen face, and according to the route he gave, drove Optimus Prime to a large repair shop in the city, which is secretly the most famous local racing car modification base, but with underworld colors. Donnie left him there to keep an eye on him until he built a high-performance motorcycle.

This was also Donnie's original purpose, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome now.

The old bartender picked and chose in the large repair shop, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, he called the staff as if nothing had happened, and asked them about all kinds of related parts. Finally, he came to Donnie and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "There are a lot of parts and alloy models here, but the price is very expensive, just a traction converter is very expensive, I can modify a high-performance motorcycle for you, but I want to pay five thousand dollars." ”

The old bartender was paid to buy wine, and the Downey's wine was about to be drunk by the two of them last night.

Donnie agreed, and the old bartender Mei Zizi ran to modify it, got a lot of motorcycles on the spot, and was busy with various parts and large equipment.

Donnie looked around vigilantly, he couldn't easily let the old bartender die, otherwise he would be in trouble himself, who to explain to him that he didn't kill people?

After transforming Alsie, he had to go to the nearby Professor X as soon as possible, after all, he couldn't cross half the world to the vast sea to find the Brotherhood Island. Downey could only gamble on Professor X's character, and on Professor X, as he always did, not to take the liberty of looking at his brain without his permission.