New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 157 Vampire Dracula
Steve rolled his eyes and said, "Asshole, you just do your job well, do you hear me?"

Deadpool angrily gave Captain America the middle finger.

After taking a look at the little spider who was feeling uncomfortable and had no idea where to put his eyes, he suddenly had an idea.

He came up to Steve and said, “Hey, forget it, can you make some arrangements for this kid?
After all, he is my friend, so I can’t let him miss out on such a good opportunity!"

Steve glared at him and said, "Let the mission come first! If he wants, you can take him there after we get back to New York!"

At this time, the waiter who went to ask for instructions came back, followed by the night club manager.

He and Steve had a few whispered discussions, and finally, under Captain America's powerful money offensive, he succumbed.

The three of them followed the manager. Deadpool rolled his eyes and told the manager, "Go and call all your best beauties over. Tonight the three of us brothers are going to have some fun!"

Captain America turned around and was about to speak when he was stopped by him.

"Captain, if you come to a place like this, you have to behave like this, otherwise it will be too easy to arouse suspicion.

Stark is not a fool, we have to make some noise so that he won't get suspicious!"

Steve thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The manager smiled widely and approached Deadpool: “Dear customer, what kind do you like?
A cool queen, a white-collar worker, a girl next door, or…"

Deadpool chuckled and whispered into the manager's ear.

"My brother is still young and has never been to such a place.

Don't make him feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, understand?"

The manager nodded repeatedly: "I understand, dear sister, arrange it, I will find the best one for you."

"As for him..."

Deadpool's eyes wandered to Steve: "He likes role-playing, so assign him a female agent, the kind from the 1950s!"

The manager was stunned. The taste was really special, but it was no problem, just a small matter.

"What about you?"

"I?"

Deadpool chuckled: "I, I want all of what you said!"

……

Luxury box number three.

Stark sat quietly on the sofa. In front of him was a man wrapped in a black robe.

Behind him stood a dozen teenage boys and girls with strange looks.

The man in black robe made a hoarse sound: "Stark, how do you want to cooperate with us?"

Stark shook the red wine glass in his hand: "Help me kill two people, and I will help you revoke the decree against you!"

The man sneered. “That’s it? I don’t care about that stupid ban at all.

On the contrary, he makes us even more reckless!
Now, we can hunt as much as we want on any piece of land in this country!"

"Humph!"

Stark sneered: "Dracula, are you sure your vampire clan can hold on?"

He took a sip of the wine.

"You probably know some statistics. Before the U.S. government issued the order to massacre vampires, your number in the world almost reached several million!

But what about now?
After the massacre by the government and the Avengers, how many of you are left?

Eight hundred thousand?
Half a million?
Still two hundred thousand!"

“That’s enough, there are more of us than you think!

Enough to overthrow the U.S. government!"

"Haha, wishful thinking!"

Stark spat out two words coldly.

He showed several satellite images: "The Grand Canyon in Colorado, Alaska, the Western Siberian Plateau, and the Amazon rainforest...

I already know where all of you are hiding!

As long as I inform the governments of various countries, your numbers will be reduced a lot, right?" Looking at the photos on the table, Dracula's face gradually became ugly.

Stark crossed his legs and said, "Do you know why your tribe has survived until now?"

Dracula looked at him and said nothing.

Stark didn’t care, his eyes were disdainful: “Because I haven’t finished yet.

Once my robots start hunting you vampires, your race will collapse in an instant!

I will slaughter all the vampires in the city.

The vampires in the wilderness, without the help from the city, will either starve to death or go crazy!"

He raised his head and looked Dracula in the eye seriously: “Of course you can escape.

But the race that has been derived from you for thousands of years can now be declared extinct."

The black-robed Dracula stared at Stark with a dangerous look in his eyes: "But if I killed you, perhaps none of this would have happened!"

"Hmph, stupid!"

Stark scolded again.

Dracula couldn't bear it anymore, and he stood up instantly. His fangs popped out and he roared, "Do you want to die?"

"You dare to kill me?
Can you kill me?
Are you worthy of killing me?"

Stark continued to provoke him like a lion tamer who kept teasing him.

“If I remember correctly, you’ve been hunted by Blade and the Avengers ever since you woke up from the grave?
They drive you around like a lost dog!
If they hadn't been suddenly expelled from the United States, would you still have the qualifications to yell at me here?
Maybe you have already died in some stinky ditch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dracula suddenly pounced over, his body as fast as lightning, and stabbed Stark's head with one claw.

But at this critical moment, "Bang!"

His hand was unexpectedly tightly grasped, and there was a powerful force coming from it, which was definitely not something an ordinary person like Stark could possess!

In his shocked eyes, Stark smiled faintly: "Watch out, I'm going to punch you too!"

At this moment, he was surprised to find that several small rocket-like boosters suddenly popped out from Stark's right arm.

With the help of the blue-green flame, a fist shadow came straight towards him!

Instinctively, he moved his left hand forward to block, but he couldn't control the huge force at all. In the end, his left hand and Stark's right fist hit him in the face together.

In an instant, his body was thrown backwards, knocking several of his men away, and then hit the wall heavily.

"Asshole, you're looking for death!"

"hiss--"

In an instant, all the dozen or so men brought by Dracula were in attacking postures.

Stark shook his head: "Dracula, if you don't want them to die, make them all retreat!"

Dracula, who had just gotten up from the ground, shouted angrily: "Stop, wait outside the door!"

A dozen little brothers looked at each other, then obediently lined up to go out.

Seeing that he was sensible, Stark sat back on the sofa and said with a smile, "Looks like we can have a good talk about how to cooperate."

……

Steve was furious.

As soon as I arrived at the box and was about to eavesdrop on the next room through the walls on both sides, the doorbell rang.

He opened the door cautiously and immediately saw a female agent holding a small red star pistol.

Seeing him open the door, he rushed over and said, "Hey, you little rascal, you're under arrest!"

Steve was so flustered that he couldn't react in time and retreated back into the house with her.

The female agent ripped open her shirt and pulled out a whip from somewhere.

He swung it with a "snap".

"Tell me, who sent you as a spy, and what do you want to do here?"

Steve gritted his teeth, fuck it, Wade!

(End of this chapter)