Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 106 I'm a serious person!
Ian swears that he never deliberately chose those remote roads, but the homeless and drug addicts who can gather in groups of twos and threes as soon as they leave the subway station.

Such a scene made Steve think of the streets of the United States during the Great Depression, so he sighed.

Ian didn't respond, but continued to walk forward, and the further he went, the more addicts were lying on the ground.

What impressed him the most was a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with messy yellowish hair, and she looked pretty good. The two pale long legs exposed in the shorts were still very attractive. If there were no dense pinholes and festering skin...

Ian couldn't bear to look any further, the girl was completely ruined, the drugs had destroyed her body.

"What's wrong with this girl?" Steve saw such people all over the street.

Ian quickened his pace: "There were not a few troops in the U.S. military who took drugs in World War II. You keep yourself clean. Haven't you seen soldiers in other troops use these 'magic drugs' to increase their combat effectiveness?"

"But the drugs at that time would not make people..."

Steve looked at the men and women whose bodies had been distorted by the drugs, and talked incessantly.

"Drugs are just by-products of chemistry. With the development of the chemical industry, the cost of manufacturing addictive drugs is getting lower and lower, and they can naturally be bought and sold as ordinary commodities."

Ian waved his fingers to dispel the strange smell lingering under his nose.

"Of course, drug use can become a normalized thing in the United States, thanks to the strong support of the CIA."

"What is the CIA?"

The CIA was officially established after World War II, when Steve was already his popsicle in the North Pole.

"The nature of the CIA agency is similar to that of the FBI, but its duty is to be responsible for foreign affairs."

With a subtle smile on his face, Ian said to Steve: "In the 70s and [-]s, the United States wanted to suppress the independence movement in South America, but the official budget couldn't get through in Congress.

So the CIA, South American drug lords, and the South American U.S. military government... a series of forces joined together, and a transnational drug smuggling and trafficking network integrating producers and dealers was formed. "

"The military government uses South America's low-cost land and human resources to grow drug crops, and the CIA serves as a bridge for transportation, and drug dealers who have received special asylum are responsible for selling them in the United States.

The bulk of the profits of this drug trafficking network is used by the CIA to support drug trafficking activities in South America and around the world. "

Of course, what the CIA is playing is just a microcosm of the current international financial system.

Steve obviously didn't think about this level. When he was alive, he couldn't even understand the old colonial system, let alone the more complicated financial colonial system.

However, it was only on the surface that it shocked Steve's heart.

People of his time had long been accustomed to the series of America vs. South America.

At that time, Roosevelt Jr.'s uncle, Roosevelt Sr., carried out subversive activities against countries such as Cuba and Colombia, and robbed the Panama Canal to open a passage into the Pacific Ocean.

At that time, Americans were very supportive of such "patriotism", and they didn't know what countries thousands of miles away looked like.

Steve was one of them, and to be more precise, he still doesn't know what South America is like.

No matter how noble his moral character is, in the final analysis he is just an uneducated leader.

He never understood the world.

"These bloody bastards, how could they do this?" Steve shook his fist hard, as if hitting the heads of those responsible for the CIA.

Ian looked at his somewhat "childish" behavior, frowned and asked, "Captain, you are not from a rich family, have you never participated in a labor movement?"

"I'm a serious person. I usually work in the factory and don't have much contact with those guys." Steve waved his hand without any hesitation.

"what?!"

Ian let out a strange cry and did not continue the topic.

"Let's go, serious Captain America, there is still a group of vampires waiting for us to eradicate!"

Having said that, Ian quickened his pace, not intending to wait for him.

Steve wanted to take another look at Hell's Kitchen, but seeing Ian's disappearing back, he still chased after him.

Vampire!

He also wanted to see what it was.

Even if he couldn't tell others what he saw and heard during this operation, he could still make some preparations in advance.

"Ian, wait for me."

Steve ran after Ian on two long legs, and followed him through the streets of Hell's Kitchen, looking for the two vampire hunters that Casillas said.

With his own mind, Ian memorized the urban planning map in the New York Temple, and easily found the agreed abandoned garage.

"It's really boring, even the classic little gangster looking for trouble didn't happen."

Ian stood in front of the door of the garage, looked at the big rusted iron gate that was half broken, and waved his hand boredly, regretting that nothing happened in the middle.

Steve said helplessly: "You're not a three-year-old kid, why are you depressed about this kind of thing?"

"because I like it."

Ian said this willfully, and walked into the garage.

The place is empty, the machines inside have been emptied, there is nothing but concrete pillars, and when the wind blows, you can hear the rustle of air passing through the hall.

Ian moved his ears and heard the footsteps of two people approaching.

"Abraham Whistler, I am an ally of Kama Taj, you say you have information on vampires, show it!"

Ian only heard two footsteps, no doubt it should be the Blade Warrior and his partner.

"The other party is still vigilant. They won't come out until they confirm your identity." Steve understands this kind of caution very well, and it is not uncommon for friendly troops to be accidentally injured on the battlefield due to poor communication.

"In this case!"

Ian rolled his eyes, opened a small space channel with the hanging ring, and raised his right fist to punch in.

"Caught you!"

Ian grabbed the gray-haired old man and yanked violently. The space door formed of orange-red sparks expanded, and he was pulled out directly.

"It's really Kama Taj's mystic?" Whistler got up from the ground, not angry but happy, grabbed Ian's hand, shaking it non-stop, showing great respect.

Ian intuitively felt the status of Karma Taj for the first time, and said with a smile: "You know the rules, this action against vampires must not be explained to ordinary people."

"That Dickon guy doesn't know how many blood slaves he has under his command. How could ordinary people not know about it?" Blade stood out in a black windbreaker, holding a silver-plated long knife in his hand.

Whistler stood in front of the little brother and explained: "He means that Deacon has colluded with many rich and bureaucrats from big companies. They have become slaves for the vampire's longevity."

"Kama Taj will get rid of them all if necessary. So you can rest assured?"

Ian's tone was very relaxed, as if he just trampled a group of ants to death, and there was nothing worth caring about.

Whistler is now in his 60s, and has spent 40 years of his life fighting against the vampire who killed his wife and children. From various sources, he learned about the transcendent existence of Kama Taj on the earth and the power of the supreme mage.

"With the help of the mystics, we must completely kill those beasts this time."

Whistler gritted his teeth, his gray beard moved: "Mr. Ian, please follow me, I have prepared information about vampires."

Ian nodded and was about to follow.

Steve grabbed his arm and asked, "Wait, are you serious about killing those rich people?"

"I don't mind doing it if I have to!"

Ian replied coldly.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Steve unconsciously increased his hand strength, but it had no effect on Ian: "Are you going to kill people casually without going through a legal trial?"

Ian rolled his eyes helplessly. Compared with Batman, the Captain America in front of him is really pure and naive.

"When you killed a German soldier on the battlefield, whose law did you go through?"

"You're making unreasonable words, can peacetime be the same as wartime?" Steve's mind was clear at this time.

"Of course it's the same. These vampires are conquering the world, and their ambition is worse than that of De San."

Ian also said firmly: "Besides, I am not from this world. This must abide by the law, and I will also abide by the law of Kama Taj. The Ancient One is the guarantee that the earth can survive in the universe."

Steve's eyes widened in an instant: "Your dictatorship is totalitarianism, the restoration of a tyrant..."

Ian gave him a cold look: "At this time, you are talking in a different way. Just now, looking at those homeless people lying on the street, why don't you have such eloquence, don't you say that the US government treats human life like nothing?" Woolen cloth?"

He shook Steve's hand away and said, "If you don't want to follow, just stand outside. I'll take you back to the New York Temple after I finish talking with the two vampire hunters.

If you don't want to go back, I can also throw you directly at the gate of the city hall. "

The successive conflicts of ideas made Ian a little disappointed with this Captain America, and now he still regards himself as an American leader.

His so-called high morality was inevitably bound by military discipline.

Ian began to think about whether he should find some helpers who are more down-to-earth, people who have nothing to do with the government and the army.

Steve didn't follow. Ian came to Whistler, looked at their small base, and asked, "Are there many lone rangers like you in the wizarding world?"

The technological development speed of the Marvel world is faster than that of the previous life. There are two companies, the Stark Group and the Osborn Group, and the prices of industrial products are also very low.

But these two hunters don't even have automatic machine tools, and they have to rub their hands to make any equipment.

"no way!"

Whistler dragged his old and injured legs and said: "The magical world is full of risks. The periphery of the periphery like me and Blade has nothing but strength and the will to revenge. The funds are also from those It was found on a vampire."

"Get out the vampire information first." Ian brought the topic to the point.

Whistler took out a map, from Manhattan to Brooklyn to Hell's Kitchen, every area has a vampire stronghold.

"These strongholds are all newly added recently."

Wearing sunglasses, Dao Feng said coolly: "I was also curious about what Deacon went crazy at the beginning. After I killed one of his deputy, I found out from the other party that they were preparing for a ceremony."

Ian looked up from the map and looked at the two people who were silent: "I thought you had more news."

"Neither of us knows magic, and we don't know how the ceremony is performed. But I only know that they are collecting ancient scrolls left by the blood ancestors."

It can't be the book of darkness, right?

This idea suddenly popped up in Ian's mind, because Dormammu disrupted the situation, and he hadn't had time to read the contents of the dark book.

But the world's first vampire was born because of the dark book.

However, for Ian and Ancient One, the real threat of the Dark Book of God lies in its connection with Sithorn, and the knowledge above is not so important.

If there is any danger, Gu Yi will certainly not sit idly by, so the weak chicken "Blood God" that Dickon wants to summon is probably the garbage that ran out from some unknown latitude to fight the autumn wind.

"Magic troubles are left to the mystics to solve."

Ian raised his ring-wearing hand, drew a portal of orange-red sparks, and threw the map back to the New York Temple.

Then he said to Blade and Whistler: "This place is not safe. Vampires can always find this place if they want to find it. If you don't mind, you can follow me and move to the Holy of Holies first."

Whistler's eyes lit up instantly: "You're not kidding, are you?"

"You work for Karma Taj, you still have to guarantee this kind of treatment! After arriving at the New York Temple, sign a contract and promise not to leak any information inside the sanctuary."

The location of the three sanctuaries is not a secret in the magic world. Demon gods in the upper and lower planes and countless outer latitudes all know where the weakness of the huge magic circle covering the earth is.

But with Gu Yi guarding him, so what if he knows?If the old man is not killed, even if the planetary defense system is destroyed, it will be a blink of an eye to rebuild it.

The Eye of Agamotto still hides the Time Stone!
Whistler pulled Dao Feng, who hadn't reacted yet, and quickly packed up his things. Kama Taj has the thickest thighs on earth, and it would be fools not to hug her.

The two older bachelors packed their things quite quickly. It took only a quarter of an hour to pack all the useful things into their bags and put them in the trunk of the antique car.

"Are you going to drive to Manhattan?" Ian originally planned to teleport them back to the temple.

Whistler patted the car door and said, "It's noon now, those blood-sucking beasts won't come out at this time. You don't have to worry about our safety."

Ian had a sudden whim and always felt that something was wrong, so he gave up on going through the portal and took Steve, the guest god, to sit in the back seat.

"Let's go!"

Dao Feng stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, the car rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, it left the garage and walked onto the road.

At the same time, a dark cloud suddenly floated in the originally clear sky, covering the sun, and the strong wind blew up the garbage on the street and rolled it all over the ground.

The sunlight quickly disappeared. Although it was not as serious as stretching out your hands and fingers, it was still so gloomy that you could feel a chill in your back.

"It turned out that those vampires came to the door!" Ian smelled the disgusting smell of alien magic power, and he was very sensitive to magic power after seeing Emperor Weissandi and Dormammu.

"Now is not the time to be happy."

Whistler sat in the passenger seat and pulled out a submachine gun loaded with silver-plated bullets.

"Of course I should be happy. I had a sudden whim. I thought it was a big enemy, but it turned out to be just a group of ordinary vampires. Isn't that happy?"

Ian's eyes caught those figures shuttling through the abandoned floors, chanting the name of Visandi, the ring of Raggador emerged from his hands, and then more complicated lines spread out.

"Be careful!"

A golden magic circle was suspended above everyone's heads. Ian maintained the rotating triangular magic circle with one hand, and pointed towards the other three people in the car with the other hand.

Golden streamers covered their bodies, forming different styles of golden armor on the outside of their bodies, and enchanting their weapons.

The Guardian Curse of Emperor Weishan!
"This magic will protect your safety. As long as you are not penetrated by black magic, you don't have to worry about being bitten."

Black Strange once used this trick to protect the gun version of the Avengers and the Infinity Ultron War for [-] rounds.

Now that Ian used this magic, it was enough to deal with a group of ordinary vampires.

Fortunately, Blade is half human and half vampire, and his vampire traits were suppressed by garlic essence, so this holy magic did not cause any harm to him.

"Get ready, the first wave of shock is coming!"

The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and the vampire that crawled out of the building rushed towards the car like a hound.

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