Anyone with eyes could tell those "half-men" definitely weren't human!
The SWAT team didn't attack Frank recklessly, but they couldn't just leave, either. Those "half-men" were all famous big shots in Nevada.
The Las Vegas police had received a report yesterday: a madman had broken into a wealthy enclave on the outskirts of Las Vegas and kidnapped several rich people.
The police had easily tracked Frank's movements through surveillance footage, but when they came face-to-face with Frank and those "half-men," they knew there had to be some kind of "misunderstanding."
The SWAT officers wanted to call out and ask questions, but the aura around Frank was downright terrifying. You could feel it through the TV screen. Even when he was hungover and throwing up, the guy was more exuberant than most.
The force of his vomiting and the overpowering stench of alcohol sent the SWAT team and the media scrambling.
At first, the TV station had only blurred the "half-men's" wounds. In the end, they had to blur most of the screen to keep viewers from feeling sick.
Alvin stared wide-eyed at the disheveled Frank on the screen. He turned to Stark and asked, "Is there any way to get the TV crew to piss off?
I think Frank's probably trying to figure out how to kill everyone who saw this..."
Stark tapped his wristband to summon JARVIS, then said with a smile, "The best way to get the TV station to leave is to buy it..."
Stark looked at Alvin, who was giving him a face like he'd stepped in shit, and rolled his eyes. "But I've spent too long hanging around with a bunch of broke people. I've learned that spending a little less can help protect their self-respect..."
Alvin stood up and headed out, nodding as he