The old bartender was carried away, his eyes rolling around, with a hint of anticipation, a hint of fear and worry, but he was unyielding, twisting his body and yelling, "What do you want to do? Put me down now, I didn't provoke you!"
He just didn't have the energy to refuse, but he pretended so well that even he believed it.
"Shut the fuck up, it's all because of you!" Donny didn't doubt it and was very straightforward. He took out his vibranium and hit him with a brick.
Bang!
Not satisfied with just one slap, Downey continued to slam the brick in public, which was too cruel.
Bang!
The old bartender's eyes widened, bulging forward, and he foamed at the mouth before passing out in despair. In his last moments of consciousness, the old bartender regretted it so much that he felt his intestines turning green: "This is just a fool. I shouldn't have played tricks on this fool."
Donnie wanted to kidnap this tuning master. Normal tuning masters were hired by major companies and it was impossible for Donnie to recruit them. Only a black technician like the old bartender who took private jobs could do this. Donnie didn't have his own team, which was a big disadvantage. He had to find a way to build one and recruit some talents.
He needs this old technician to stay in the rear and build the strongest motorcycle for him. He cannot control a large number of Transformers, nor does he have enough Spark energy to waste, so it is better to have nothing than to have something of poor quality at this stage.
"Is this guy... a mutant? Is he here to kidnap someone?" Someone stood there in a daze, as if they had just witnessed something extraordinary. "Who kidnapped that old guy? He's about to be kidnapped!"
The vampires started to make noises and laugh. They were not in a hurry to rush up. No one had ever entered a vampire's chassis and rushed out safely. They would not provoke such a person.
"It seems that the big shot asked to kidnap him some time ago, saying that he wanted to turn him into a vampire." Someone instigated his fellow men to rush forward and tear the human to pieces. He knew a little inside story. It seemed that the big shot had taken a fancy to something about this old guy and had sent people to capture him for quite some time.
"Although that thing was taken away by the big shot's subordinates, this old man is also favored by the big shot. Hurry and get it back."
The vampires and some of the Harpies were agitated, their eyes aggroing. They longed to achieve merit and be recognized by the great. A pureblood naturally held a higher status than these mixed-bloods.
Several vampires couldn't help themselves and rushed forward, shouting, "Whatever this freak is, kill him!"
More vampires are ready to move, but they are not in a hurry. They are very cunning and want to observe the mutant's abilities for a while longer. They let those guys serve as cannon fodder, and then they will take action in the end, defeating Tony with thunder and lightning, and establish merit.
Bang bang bang!
Donny fired several shots and knocked down the fastest vampire, but only one bullet hit his mouth and none of the vital parts were hit.
"We must practice shooting and fighting after we break out this time. If pushed to the limit, we can just go find someone from S.H.I.E.L.D." Donnie was worried, with sweat on his forehead. He came from a humble background and had only had some superficial shooting and fighting experience during military training, but that was of no use at all.
The injured vampire stood up quickly. He laughed a little nervously, desperately catching his own blood with his hands and quickly putting it into his mouth, with an intoxicated expression.
"It turns out that toy can really be used. I thought your ability was to turn into a toy." said the vampire.
The next second, he immediately let out a scream!
The two little Transformers rushed forward with amazing speed and sawed off his two feet with chainsaws, blood splattering everywhere, which stimulated the other vampires. They rushed over to drink the blood from his ankles, making themselves bloody.
They were all aroused, and the blood made them even more frantic. They didn't want to play around anymore and wanted to kill Donnie as soon as possible.
More vampires rushed up! Many of the Hagui tribe did not have the physique of vampires,
But they all drew their pistols and tried to shoot Donny.
Donny rolled behind the bar, using it as a barrier. The armor on his body automatically assembled into several pistols, shooting at the vampires rushing towards him.
Many vampires were shocked by this strange scene. Before they had time to think about the reason, their heads were blown up and they seemed to be dead on the spot.
Vampires have strong vitality and are difficult to kill by ordinary means. They can be killed instantly with silver and sunlight, but it is difficult to say with ordinary means. As long as there is human blood, their injuries can be recovered quickly.
"Get out of here! I'm going to drink all his blood! The blood of a mutant is very tonic!" An injured vampire screamed in pain. Facing the bullet that Tony had deliberately strengthened and enlarged, he was seriously injured.
One of the Hagui tribe members, being smart, suggested, "How about making him one of our own? He's so powerful, he should be very useful to us."
Then the Hagui tribe was killed and his body was looted. Giving advice to vampires in a state of madness is too simple.
The important man finally arrived. He looked to be a middle-aged man, well-mannered, elegant, and with a square face. As soon as he entered, he was shocked by the lively scene and said angrily, "What's going on? What are you doing? Is this how you welcome me?"
Donnie took the opportunity to assemble a large knife and cut off the head of a vampire.
"They don't welcome you, they welcome me." Donnie tried to control Optimus Prime to rush in from outside.
"Who the hell are you?" The middle-aged vampire who had lived for who knows how many hundreds of years said angrily. He had a high status, and looking at the entire vampire force, few people dared to speak to him like that.
"I'm your father! I'll visit your grave when I die!"
As soon as Donnie finished speaking, Optimus Prime crashed through the wall. His two-meter-tall metal frame created a tremendous visual impact. He rushed in, and the wall felt like paper. A single punch shattered the remaining wall, stirring up a huge cloud of dust and countless rubble flying through the dimly lit bar, blinding the eyes.
"What is this thing!" The middle-aged vampire was horrified and screamed subconsciously, reaching into his arms to draw his gun.
An attendant followed him in from outside and loudly reminded him that a truck outside had turned into a robot, and then he was kicked to the ground by the big shot.
"Do you think I'm blind?!" The big shot was very angry. He had lived for hundreds of years and had long been a smart person. A while ago, a mutant caused a lot of sensation and all the media reported on that mutant. Even if he guessed, he could guess it almost right.
He is an old man who has become a spirit. He wants to speak and try to make peace with Donny, the advanced mutant, or at least not make enemies with him.
But it was too late, Optimus Prime was faster than him! Optimus Prime picked up the heavy weapons he had hidden before and bombarded the bar with them, killing everyone!