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.
What was once a heart-warming omen of great misfortune 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, staring at the motionless lower body, with a sad look on his face.
New York's reputation as a romantic 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 eat dinner.
How can I fill my stomach with the little fruit in the fruit plate?
"I want to eat... vomit!"
Howard His 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 of Mr. Pei in this era. That is the real meal."
Luke shook his head. When he was painting a house at Brooklyn, he shot someone's head in the middle of the 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 to eat some, Howard?"
Facing Luke's "well-intentioned" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.
"It's too 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 lobster pasta and Howard 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've vomited all the bile out. I really don't want to experience it again."
Howard held the bitter coffee in both hands, with an envious look in his eyes.
He couldn't look directly at any thick sauce or red streaks.
"Can you blame me for this? Your mental endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, and you have been on the battlefield, no matter what, the residual limbs of the human body and the vague flesh and blood should not be able to touch you."
Luke looked innocent, rolled the noodles with a fork, added balls of plump and thick lobster meat, and continued to eat happily, 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, it would make me unable to sleep, stay up all night, and lose the joy of life."
Howard is very honest and speaks plausibly.
Although he has a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made war fortune.
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. A serious capitalist shouldn't have this."
Luke wiped his mouth with a napkin and joked.
"Speaking of which, Moulin Rouge there are so many sexy dancers with hot bodies, but you haven't taken any fancy. You have to choose a wild Vampires who ran out to look for food. What? Do you have a special sexual fetish?"
Luke had enough to eat and drink, and started chatting about the main topic.
"I'll call Peggy later and ask her to contact New York Sanctum."
"Oh, no, the European continent should be under the control of London Sanctum."
Howard looked blank when he heard the words behind him.
I feel like a kindergarten student, facing Quantum Mechanics.
This is no longer a question of whether it is super or not!
It was about to overturn his worldview!
"What kind of organization is the Temple? Also, is Lania really a Vampires?"
Howard asked hesitantly.
"I said, you can accept the sorceress with breasts and long legs in this world, and the demon hunter family that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you can't believe the real existence of Vampires?"
Luke couldn't help but complain.
"It's already here, do you still think that... Lania is a porphyria patient? Howard, stop fooling yourself, there are such beautiful porphyria patients in the world?"
Howard For a moment, I was speechless.
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 really are Vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered it?"
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 novels and movies."
Luke walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
He typed the Snap and said with a smile, "This is a good question. The answer is simple, because there are Three Sanctuaries and a group of burly meat-clad mages who like to use hammers, flails, and big swords."
"They are responsible for maintaining the order of Dark World and preventing Vampires, Werewolves, and hell devils from invading the world!"
"What? And Werewolves? Wait, so hell really exists? Devil, devil... I always thought it was just a curse word."
Howard was a little overwhelmed by the huge amount of information.
"In 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 but hand him a glass of wine, and comforted him without sincerity, "If I tell you, the guys in Norse Mythology do have prototypes, and they live in Asgard. If you can study Einstein-Rosen Bridge thoroughly, you may be able to find it."
"By the way, Hell Lord Mephisto is an old liar. Lucifer next door runs a good bar. God is most likely a black man... Hey, Howard, what's wrong with you? You look like Alzheimer's disease has arrived early."
"..."
Howard felt like his head was buzzing, and Luke's voice sounded far and near, as if coming from the horizon, and 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 own life, there are Vampires, Werewolves, the basic settings of hell devils and demons.
Even if Luke now says that he comes from the universe of M78 Nebula, Howard will not feel surprised.
"Your ability to accept is too poor."
Luke said with contempt.
"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 Vampires in human history. He is recognized as 'Progenitor' 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 have weakened a lot, and they have become afraid of the sun and cannot go out during the day."
"The above are normal vampires. Their number is not large. They mostly live in Eastern Europe. They abide by the rules of Three Sanctuaries. They are basically animals in captivity."
Luke paused, took a sip of whiskey on the rocks, and continued, "And the female Vampires you saw, her name is Lania, right? She does not belong to the orthodox vampire family."
Howard held back his stomach churning and asked curiously, "Is there any unorthodox Vampires?"
"Of course. Around the fourteenth century, Black Death swept Europe, and there was a guy named Alexander-Corvinus. He was a survivor."
Luke recalled this past event and recounted it.
The library of the temple is not open to outsiders, but he is about to go to Kamar-Taj to learn magic, and he is still appointed by Sorcerer Supreme, so it is okay to open a back door occasionally.
"This guy is both lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, he was able to survive the plague of Black Death. Unfortunately, he encountered Hydra."
Luke shrugged, there must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.
Otherwise, why would even "Underworld" get mixed in!?
Finally, I have to say that Hydra of Marvel World is really an all-around scapegoat, and even Vampires can be related!
Luke flashed a series of complaints in his heart, and continued, "Hydra and the others think that Alexander-Corvinus, since he can survive Black Death, must have some kind of special physique."
"Then he was injected with a mixture of Vampires and Werewolves's blood. The result was a monster that was not afraid of the sun and possessed the explosive power of Werewolves."
"To a certain extent, this is a low-end 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 by 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 Werewolves, and the other became Vampires."
It sounds a bit like Hokage ninja.
"Then what?"
Howard is like a reader who is following updates and can't wait to know what happens next.
"It's a very cliche plot. It probably involves two brothers turning against each other. Vampires and Werewolves are mortal enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties."
Luke glanced out the window and said easily, "Vampires has the upper hand. They reached cooperation with the human nobles and established a sharp knife team composed of elite warriors named 'Death Walker'."
"Am I right? The lady hiding outside."