So Handsome He Could Get Someone Pregnant

So Handsome He Could Get Someone Pregnant

Chief George looked at Alvin, inspired by his idea. Why was he under so much pressure now? Because the public did not know about this.

Once the existence of vampires was exposed to the public, no one would be able to stop his investigation.

When people learned that a terrifying race lurking among them fed on human beings, the force and pressure that erupted would be more than any government department could withstand.

As for whether this would screw Stark over, that was outside the chief's concern. Besides, that guy really was not very likable.

George was a man of action. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hello, Miss Pepper. This is George from the New York Police Department."

"Yes, I'm calling about yesterday's incident. We caught several suspected vampires and would like you to come confirm their identities."

"At the Peace Hotel in Hell's Kitchen. I'll be waiting here. It would be best if you could bring Mr. Stark with you. I think Mr. Stark and Alvin have some misunderstandings, and this would be a chance to clear them up."

"Alright, I'll wait here. Please hurry!"

Chief George hung up and saw Alvin looking at him with contempt. He touched his face and said, "What? Is there something on my face?"

Alvin said sarcastically, "Nothing. I'm just curious how the head of the New York Police Department doesn't have Tony Stark's number. You have to call his secretary whenever something comes up!" He rubbed his chin. "Old buddy George, I'm starting to doubt your competence."

Chief George gave an awkward laugh. "I've dealt with Stark before, but I don't really like the guy, so..."

Alvin did not press him any further. It was clear George was an upright man. Smiling, he said, "Since you didn't make it over yesterday, we gave those three vampires a simple interrogation." His expression turned ferocious as he grinned. "They were very cooperative. Want to hear it first?"

Chief George took a sip of coffee and gestured for him to continue.

Alvin organized his thoughts and said, "They call themselves the Blood Clan. They've multiplied for over a thousand years. There are two kinds of vampires: purebloods and half-bloods. The three we caught last night were all half-bloods. Their combat ability was average; they were just a little faster and stronger.

"They were all converted by pureblood vampires to serve them. That warehouse yesterday was a food storage site they guarded for the purebloods."

Alvin pursed his lips and continued, "Apparently, pureblood vampires are ancient things that have lived for hundreds or thousands of years. They divide themselves into twelve clans and form a vampire council that rules over all vampires.

"They're powerful, influential, and have a bunch of vampire groupies waving flags for them. They're troublesome, especially for you."

Chief George gritted his teeth and slammed a fist against the bar. "Let me see them first. What the hell are these bastards?"

Alvin rubbed his nose. "I suggest waiting until Stark arrives, then we can go together. JJ was a little heavy-handed during yesterday's questioning, so the scene might not be very pleasant."

Seeing Alvin's expression, Chief George thought of poor Jessica and readily agreed.

Seeing that Chief George was willing to take advice, Alvin's opinion of him rose considerably. He was still counting on the man to send his daughter to Alvin's school, wasn't he?

Alvin smiled and asked, "What happened to the illegal immigrants from the warehouse yesterday? Were they deported?"

The question irritated Chief George somewhat. "The FBI took them into custody and won't let Immigration get involved. Alvin, I'm really worried. These monsters' influence may be beyond what I imagined."

Alvin casually reassured him. "You don't need to worry about that. At most, they're a nuisance. Humans have dominated this world for thousands of years for a reason.

"Those things have too many fatal weaknesses. Even if they have a place among humanity's upper ranks now, they're just castles on the beach. One wave comes in and—poof."

Chief George felt a little better. "Alvin, tell me what fatal weaknesses vampires have. I need to understand my enemy."

Alvin curled his lip, secretly finding it strange. How had vampires survived until today? Sunlight alone should have been enough to sentence them to death. Were humans all idiots?

He looked at Chief George and said, "Sunlight, silver weapons, garlic. I don't know much about the rest. Maybe you could email the Vatican and ask." After a pause, he added, "That's also why I want to drag Stark into this. Fighting vampires is just too expensive without a rich sponsor."

Chief George nodded without saying anything more. Everything would have to wait until Stark arrived and they saw real vampires before a final conclusion could be reached. It was not that he did not trust Alvin; this was simply a quality every successful leader needed.

That day, a "Closed" sign hung outside the Peace Hotel. Alvin and the others waited in the restaurant for Stark's arrival.

The wait dragged on. Alvin even had time to read Ginny a storybook, then called over Thor and Dom so Ginny could ride Thor and play a little horseback battle game.

Energetic Thor and Dom liked Ginny and were happy to play with her. It was better than lying at the entrance every day as mascots.

Little Ginny was only about as tall as Thor when she stood on the ground. Right now, she hugged Thor around the neck, giggling as she buried her face in Thor's thick fur, refusing to look at her bad daddy, who was tickling her.

By the time it was nearly noon, Alvin saw that it was getting late and decided to make some food first so everyone could eat their fill while they waited.

Just as Alvin's first steak was about to come out, Stark's flamboyant voice rang out from the restaurant entrance.

"Wow, smells great. Looks like we got here at just the right time!" Stark, the showy little-mustached man with curly hair, strode in wearing a dark red suit. Pepper followed behind him, along with Happy, the bodyguard with a bandage over his nose.

Jessica, who had been resting with her head on a dining table, heard the door open. She looked up, saw Stark in his "dark red" suit with that greasy smile on his face, froze for a second, then covered her mouth and rushed into the restroom again.

Alvin felt a little sorry for her. The girl had already vomited up all her bile. What could she possibly throw up now?

Stark swaggered over to the bar and stroked his little mustache. "What's wrong with that girl? Could it be that I'm so handsome I got her pregnant ahead of time? Haha!"