Superman

Howard, who narrowly escaped death, returned to the hotel room and sat blankly on the sofa.

It can be seen from his empty eyes that this guy has not yet been freed from the bloody scenes on the hotel walls.

The omen of great evil that once warmed people's hearts has instantly turned into a puddle of viscous minced meat composed of organic and inorganic matter, plus carbohydrates.

It was indeed a heavy blow to Howard, who was about to show off his talents and fight a fierce battle.

Whether he can rise again in the second half of his life is a big question.

It's time for Stark Industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.

Otherwise, the family inheritance may be cut off in one's own hands.

Howard lowered his head and stared at the motionless lower body, with a sad look on his face.

Being recognized throughout New York as a libertine and a master of love has become a thing of the past.

"Um...do you want to eat something?"

Luke touched his belly and ignored Howard's sad mood.

After a long day of boring meetings, he hadn't even had time to have dinner.

How can I fill my stomach with the few fruits in the fruit plate?

"I want to eat...vomit!"

Howard's throat rolled twice, and the surging desire to vomit came again.

"It's so fragile. It's a pity that there is no survival show like Mr. Pei's in this era. That's the real meal."

Luke shook his head. When he was painting a house in Brooklyn, he shot someone in the head at night and saw a mixture of red and white cloudy brains flowing out. Afterwards, he could still eat pizza and listen to music as if nothing had happened.

That’s all a big heart that’s been trained through experience.

"I ordered a lobster pasta, are you sure you don't want some, Howard?"

Faced with Luke's "well-intentioned" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.

"It's so miserable. A failed hookup will often bring a heavy price to yourself that is difficult to pay."

For Howard's tragic experience, Luke not only had no sympathy at all, but instead took pleasure in his misfortune.

After this lesson, he will probably never be interested in a woman who comes to his door again.

Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell, and Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's sugar-free coffee were delivered to the door.

"Can you please stop sucking so...excessively? I just came out of the toilet and I feel like I have vomited out all the bile. I really don't want to experience it again."

Howard held the bitter coffee in his hands, with an envious look in his eyes.

He couldn't look directly at any thick sauce or red strips.

"Can you blame me for this? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have been on the battlefield, the residual limbs of the human body and the blurred flesh and blood should not be able to touch you."

With an innocent look on his face, Luke rolled up the noodles with his fork, added clumps of plump and thick lobster meat, and continued to feast, making a "sucking" sound.

"No one stipulates that arms dealers must use human bodies to test the products in their hands! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness with my own eyes how the weapons I made can quickly harvest lives! To be honest,

That would make me unable to sleep, stay up all night, and lose the joy of life.”

Howard was very honest and spoke plausibly.

Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries is making war profits.

But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money freely and freely.

Maybe many wealthy people are keen on doing charity after their careers are successful.

Except for reasonable tax avoidance and gaining a good reputation.

A small part of the reason is to eliminate the inner guilt.

Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy because his money is not clean enough is definitely not a qualified capitalist.

"I didn't expect you to have a moral conscience... I think highly of you, Howard. Serious capitalists shouldn't have this."

Luke wiped his mouth with a napkin and joked.

"Speaking of which, there are so many sexy dancers with hot bodies in the Moulin Rouge, but you didn't take any fancy. You had to choose a wild vampire who ran out to look for food. What? Do you have a special sexual fetish?"

Luke had eaten and drank enough and started talking about the topic.

"I'll call Paige later and ask her to contact the New York Temple."

"Oh, no, the European continent should be under the control of the London Temple."

When Howard heard this, his face was blank.

I feel like a kindergarten student facing quantum mechanics.

This is no longer a matter of super or not!

It was about to overturn his worldview!

"What kind of organization is the Temple? Also, is Rania really a vampire?"

Howard asked hesitantly.

"I said, you can accept that there are sorceresses with long breasts and long legs in this world, and a family of witchers that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you can't believe in the real existence of vampires?"

Luke couldn't help but complain.

"It's already here, do you still think that... Rania is a porphyria patient? Howard, stop fooling yourself, there are such beautiful porphyria patients in the world?"

Howard was speechless for a moment.

His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't find the thread for a long time.

"But...why do they exist? I mean, if there are really vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered them?"

After holding it in for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and started asking questions instead.

"For example, mutants...the authenticity of this group has been confirmed very early. But as for vampires, they have only appeared in movies."

Luke walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He snapped his fingers and smiled: "This is a good question. The answer is very simple, because there are three major temples, and a group of burly meat-clad mages who like to use hammers, flails, and swords."

"They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world and preventing vampires, werewolves, and hell devils from invading the world!"

"What? There are also werewolves? Wait, so hell really exists? Devil, devil... I always thought it was just a curse word."

Howard was a bit overwhelmed by the huge amount of information.

"Just one night, the worldview I had built over thirty years instantly turned into ruins..."

Luke looked at Iron Man's father's dull look and couldn't help handing him a glass of wine. He comforted him without any sincerity: "If I tell you, those guys in Nordic mythology do have prototype characters. They live in

Asgard, if you can study the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, you might be able to find it."

"By the way, Mephisto, the lord of hell, is an old liar. Lucifer next door runs a good bar. God is probably a black man...Hey, Howard, what's wrong with you? You look like Alzheimer's.

It’s like arriving early.”

"..."

Howard felt like his head was buzzing, and Luke's voice was far away and sometimes close, as if it came from the horizon, or like the whisper of an ancient god.

His remaining sanity and ability to think were completely destroyed.

"Can't you give me some time to digest? What a bastard!"

Half an hour later, after drinking half a bottle of whiskey, Howard finally returned to normal.

In a short period of time, his world was destroyed and reshaped.

On this planet that I can almost accept my life, there are basic settings of vampires, werewolves, hell devils and demons.

Even if Luke now said that he came from the space of M78 Nebula, Howard would not be surprised.

"It's because your ability to accept it is too poor."

Luke said with disdain.

"Let me open the door to a new world for you today and increase your knowledge."

Howard burped, and the strong smell of alcohol spurted out.

Then open your ears and listen quietly.

"According to the records of the temple, Dracula is the first vampire in human history. He is recognized as the 'ancestor' by later generations. He is not afraid of the sun, has super regeneration ability, and is a very difficult guy."

Luke plays the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world.

"It's just that his descendants were divided into many factions, and those factions were dispersed into dark families with different surnames."

"As they are passed down from generation to generation, the abilities of those vampires become much weaker, and they begin to become afraid of the sun and cannot go out during the day."

"As mentioned above, they are normal vampires. Their number is not large. They mostly live in Eastern Europe. They abide by the precepts of the three major temples. They are basically animals in captivity."

Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey on the rocks, and continued: "And the female vampire you saw, her name is Rania, right? She doesn't belong to the orthodox vampire family."

Howard held back his stomach churning and asked curiously: "Are there any unorthodox vampires?"

"Of course. Around the fourteenth century, the Black Death swept through Europe. There was a guy named Alexander Corvinus. He was a survivor."

Luke recalled this past incident and recounted it.

The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Karma Taj to learn magic, and he has been appointed by the Supreme Mage, so it is okay to open a back door occasionally.

"This guy was lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, he was able to survive the Black Death. Unfortunately, he encountered Hydra."

Luke shrugged. There must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.

Otherwise, why would "Underworld" even get involved!?

Finally, I have to say that Hydra in the Marvel world is truly the all-powerful scapegoat, and can even be related to vampires!

Luke, with a series of complaints flashing through his mind, continued: "The Hydra gang believes that Alexander Corvinus must have some kind of special physique since he was able to survive the Black Death."

"Then he was injected with vampire and werewolf blood, and the result was a monster that was not afraid of the sun and had the explosive strength of a werewolf."

"To a certain extent, this is a lower version of Dracula."

Howard was fascinated by what he heard. He never thought that he would learn this secret about the human world in his lifetime.

"At that time, Hydra already existed?"

he asked doubtfully.

"The history of this organization is much longer than you think."

Luke said calmly.

"Facts have proven that any experiment or plan of Hydra will always end in overturning in the end."

"Alexander Corvinus, who successfully transformed, ran away. He gave birth to three sons, two of whom were named William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other became a vampire."

It sounds a bit like Naruto.

"Then what?"

Howard is like a follow-up reader who can't wait to know what happens next.

"It's a very cliché plot. It's probably about two brothers turning against each other. The vampire and the werewolf are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties."

Luke glanced out the window and said relaxedly: "The vampires have the upper hand. They have reached cooperation with the human nobles and established a sharp knife team composed of elite warriors called the 'Death Walkers'."

"Am I right? The lady hiding outside."