I became a weirdo in Marvel

As night fell, the owner of the cafe stood by the window, looking through the glass at the dark night sky outside, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The busy day finally came to an end, with only the occasional passerby left on the street, and the dim street lights making the surrounding environment hazy and peaceful.

The boss stretched and prepared to close the shop and end business for the day.

He turned and walked to the door, gently pulled down the "Open" sign on the door, and prepared to lock the door.

However, just as he was about to close the door, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.

He was a man wearing a black coat and a gentleman's hat, and his appearance broke the tranquility of the cafe.

The man raised his head slightly. Under the brim of his hat was a handsome face that was a little abnormally pale, and there was a hint of mystery in his deep eyes.

The boss was stunned for a moment, his heart tightened, and then he said: "Sorry, I'm going to close the store."

"Can you stay for a while? I'd like to have a cup of coffee." The mature man's voice was low and magnetic, and seemed to carry a hint of firmness that could not be refused.

The boss hesitated and wanted to refuse, but when he saw the man lift up his coat and reveal the pistol on his waist, his heart suddenly turned cold and he swallowed back the words of refusal.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm and not think about the threat posed by the presence of the pistol.

"Okay, what would you like to drink?" The boss' voice trembled slightly, but he tried to make himself look calm.

"Just give me a cup of black coffee, no sugar."

The mature man's answer was concise and clear, and his request for coffee seemed extremely straightforward: "Then, can I come in?"

"Well, come in and sit down and wait for a while." The boss thought to himself, since he wants to drink coffee, let him drink it.

Anyway, there were no other customers in the place, so maybe he was just an ordinary customer who was just dressed a little unusually.

"Okay, then I won't be polite." The handsome man raised the corner of his mouth, stepped into the cafe, found a seat and sat down.

After returning to the counter, the boss was still full of doubts.

While preparing coffee, he was guessing the identity of this mature man.

Is he an agent hunting down Sharon and others, or is he a member of the gang?
These thoughts kept churning in his mind and he couldn't calm down.

He tried hard to recall and find information about this man, but his mind was blank. He had no choice but to let Steve and the others stay in the secret room, praying silently in his heart that this man really just wanted to drink coffee.

The handsome man sat in an empty seat and looked around the cafe. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, as if he could see through everything around him, and a smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under control.

Soon, the boss brought the coffee to the table, and couldn't help wondering: What is this mysterious man waiting for? Does he have some ulterior motive?
As his thoughts were in a mess, his hands trembled slightly, and the coffee cup shook gently on the table, causing a small sound.

"Thank you." The mature man smiled and took the coffee.

At that moment, the boss suddenly felt inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

"Your cafe doesn't seem peaceful." He whispered, with a hint of teasing in his tone, as if he had already seen through the tension in the owner's heart.

The boss was shocked and asked quickly: "What...what do you mean?"

He forced himself to stay calm, but the anxiety in his heart surged like a tide.

"Nothing, I just feel that the atmosphere here is a little unusual." The handsome man smiled slightly, but his eyes were a little gloomy, as if hinting at some unspeakable secret.

At this time, the boss' heart was full of doubts and uneasiness. Facing this mysterious man, he felt he had no idea how to deal with it.

As the night outside grew darker, the lights in the cafe grew dimmer, as if the whole world was shrouded in a mysterious veil.

"Are you waiting for someone?" the boss asked courageously, trying to break the depressing atmosphere.

"Waiting for someone?"

The handsome man raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Maybe, but I prefer to enjoy a cup of coffee quietly here."

The boss felt vaguely uneasy, as if some ominous omen was filling the air.

The light from the cafe shone on his tired face, reflecting his slightly trembling brows.

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the handsome man sitting in the corner. The man's face was particularly clear under the light, with deep features and an elusive charm.

However, the boss's intuition told him that this was not so simple. The man's arrival might not just be for a cup of coffee, but for some other reason.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, like a hammer hitting his heart.

The boss' heart sank suddenly. He looked up and saw a tall and mighty man standing at the door.

He has a sturdy build and well-defined muscles, like a warrior walking out of an ancient battlefield.

The man was wearing sunglasses, and his black leather jacket gleamed coolly under the light, as if declaring his extraordinaryness and danger.

What was even more surprising was that he seemed to be carrying a long sword behind him, with the scabbard engraved with ancient and mysterious runes, exuding a cold aura.

The boss opened his mouth in surprise and was about to say something when his neck suddenly tightened and a large hand gripped his throat like an iron clamp. The powerful force made it impossible for him to resist and his body involuntarily knelt on the ground.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and doubt, and the scene before him seemed like a reality that had just emerged from a nightmare.

The tall man walked in slowly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking straight at the handsome man, without a trace of emotion on his face, as if he was facing just a meaningless target.

"Brooks, do you really have to fight with me to the end?" The handsome man's voice was low and cold, like a whisper from an ice cellar, revealing an unyielding challenge.

The black man named Brooks had a blank expression on his face. He slowly drew out the long sword behind him. The blade flashed coldly under the light. He pointed it at the handsome man. His tone was as cold as a blade, without a single ups and downs: "It is my duty to eradicate all vampires, including you, Charles."

Vampire? This man is a vampire?
The boss was shocked, with countless questions in his mind.

Aren’t vampires just legendary creatures?
How could those demons that roam in the dark and suck blood appear in reality?
He wanted to ask loudly, but was suppressed by the powerful force of the hand that was pinching his neck and was unable to speak.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he was in an abyss from which there was no escape.

Charles' roar shook the entire cafe like thunder, and the air was filled with tension.

His voice was filled with anger, as if he was going to tear the whole world apart.

"Brooks! Do you think you can eat me safely?!"

His lips were slightly parted, his sharp fangs flashed coldly in the dim light, and his blood-red eyes burned with a fanatical light, as if he wanted to turn all enemies into ashes.

The boss' heart suddenly tightened. The Charles in front of him was no longer the man he was familiar with. Instead, he had turned into the legendary vampire.

Darkness and fear intertwined in his heart, like an icy snake, tightly wrapped around his neck, almost suffocating him.

Brooks' wrist trembled slightly, and the blade drew an elegant and deadly arc in the air, flashing a cold light. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around him became blurred at this moment, only the confrontation between him and Charles became clearer.

"Don't move! Otherwise I'll break this guy's neck!" Charles' voice was as sharp as a blade, revealing an indisputable threat.

His palm suddenly became powerful, and the boss felt as if his throat was locked by a pair of iron clamps. Breathing became extremely difficult and a look of pain involuntarily appeared on his face.

Brooks stopped walking, the tip of the sword still pointed firmly at Charles, his eyes were calm and resolute: "It's useless, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape death. This is your fate."

His words were like a cold blade, cutting through Charles' arrogance and arrogance.

"Hmph." The corners of Charles' mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile, as if his previous anger was just a disguise.

His voice was low and defiant: "Brooks, you pathetic daywalker, you are the one who should be damned!"

There was a hint of pride in his words, as if he had already anticipated the situation that would follow.

At this moment, Brooks' heart suddenly sounded alarm bells. He seemed to have noticed something and turned back suddenly.

I saw a group of people with red eyes appear outside at some point, surrounding the cafe like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Is this a trap? A trap set for me?" he thought to himself, realizing that he had fallen into a carefully planned conspiracy.

"Hmph, you have been hunting our people, and you still think we won't take action against you?" There was sarcasm in Charles' voice, and the satisfaction on his face became more and more obvious.

He exerted force with his hands and suddenly broke the boss's neck. Blood splattered and stained the floor of the cafe red: "The owner of this house is dead, and it's your turn next."

Brooks' heart tightened and anger burned in his body. He could not tolerate such a massacre.

Faced with encirclement, he chose not to retreat but to advance.

At the moment when Charles was feeling proud, Brooks suddenly stepped forward, and the sword flashed like lightning, piercing Charles' heart.

"How could you!" A trace of fear flashed in Charles' eyes, and a look of despair bloomed on his face.

Seeing the despair gradually fading from Charles' eyes, Brooks sneered, "It looks like you'll be the next one to die."

His voice was like the cold wind, biting and merciless.

"Don't be complacent, my master will avenge me!" Charles' voice gradually became weaker, and as his words fell, his figure instantly turned into ashes, as if he had never existed.

"Master?" Brooks was slightly stunned. A hint of doubt flashed through his mind. Then he turned around and chopped away a vampire who tried to approach him. The sword flashed and brought up a rain of blood.

Without its owner, the house could no longer keep out the vampires outside.

Those hungry figures poured in like a tide, and the air in the cafe suddenly became heavy and depressing.

Brooks knew that he could no longer retreat and had to face the upcoming battle.

He took a deep breath, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

"Then come on!"

On the other side, Steve and his companions were resting in the underground secret room.

After going through so much, William and Jenny ate some dry food and then leaned against each other and fell asleep.

Steve and Sharon were not sleepy at all, because they knew that there were still many obstacles that they had to solve.

"Captain, don't worry, this place is secret enough and it will be difficult for those agents to find us."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

Steve shook his head, his face solemn. He was worried about the accidents that might happen at any time.

Now they have only survived the first wave of attacks from the God of Death. According to the Holy Lord, there will be two more waves of attacks, each more terrifying than the last.

In the end, the increasingly crazy Grim Reaper may even summon a malfunctioning plane to make William's precognitive dream come true.

Under such an unavoidable attack, they could only survive by relying on the protection of the Holy Lord.

[Hey, Holy Lord, now you have the Rat Talisman, right? You should be able to protect us, right?]

Steve couldn't help but ask the Holy Lord in his body.

After a few seconds, the Holy Lord's voice sounded in his mind.

[What are you thinking? I've only got one now, it's still a long way to go. Find me at least three more talismans, then I'll have some confidence in protecting the other three guys who are holding me back.]

Three more?

Steve took a deep breath, feeling that there was still a long way to go.

Just then, he heard a noisy sound coming from outside, as if a lot of people were fighting.

Steve and Sharon looked at each other and saw each other's surprise and heaviness.

"Did they find out we were hiding here?"

"Probably not?"

There was uncertainty in Sharon's tone.

Steve thought for a moment and said, "I'll go out and take a look. You stay here and watch over them."

Even if the agents weren't knocking on his door, the boss might still be in trouble and he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

Sharon nodded seriously: "Well, I will protect them, and you should be careful too."

"I know."

Steve took his shield, carefully pushed open the door of the secret room, looked outside, and found no trace of the enemy, so he did not hesitate, walked out of the secret room and closed the door again.

He listened carefully and found that there was not only the sound of fierce fighting outside, but also a lot of roars that were not human.

Steve's heart tightened and he walked out of the room, and was immediately shocked by the scene outside.

A group of guys who can climb walls and run like phantoms are besieging a burly man holding a silver sword.

These people have sharp fangs and scarlet eyes. They don’t look like humans, but more like legendary creatures in movies and TV shows.

"Vampire?" (End of this chapter)