In the end, Donny didn't do it and let the old bartender sleep there.
He could have taken the opportunity to kill the old bartender and put an end to it all. This would have been the most relaxing option, but he ultimately did not do it. He just watched silently and thought.
Donnie sighed and sank down on the sofa, tapping the table intentionally or unintentionally. The old bartender had become a crucial point. Neither Donnie nor the vampire could tolerate the old bartender falling into the other's hands alive. That would mean that their intelligence and information would be leaked.
In other words, with the old bartender in his hands, the vampires had every reason to suspect he knew about the vampire god-building plan and had obtained details from the old bartender. To prevent further leaks and to prevent them from obtaining information they didn't know about, they had to take action against the old bartender and Donnie. Donnie couldn't tolerate the old bartender being captured; that would mean the disclosure of his own information and allow the other party to be convinced they knew the god-building plan and details they didn't know about.
But he didn't know the details at all, and the vampires wouldn't believe him. When Donnie attacked the vampire stronghold and killed the head of the Thompson family, he was actually telling them that he knew everything.
The serious information asymmetry and the logical dead end make it inevitable that the relationship will fall out. No one can escape. There is no need for negotiation and no way to negotiate. The war has already begun.
"This is extremely troublesome. My plan to make a fortune in silence is ruined." Donny sighed repeatedly, feeling that he was so unlucky. He had originally planned to develop in a low-key manner and then participate in a series of major events after he had grown up completely, but it was obvious that this was impossible.
There is no way the vampires will let him go. Even if they use the excuse of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys to maintain their dignity to the outside world, they cannot escape a bloody battle.
He also didn't trust vampires, and was worried that if he handed over the old bartender in exchange for peace, the vampires would torture him out of enough information and then kill him.
Neither side trusts the other, and neither side would allow the old bartender to be in the other's hands.
Tang Ni took out the phone and sent a message to the number: Who are you? After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so he put the phone back in his pocket.
"I'm still too kind. I don't even kill such a troublesome person." Donny was helpless. He felt that he was still a kind person. He could kill villains and people who targeted him at will, but he could not kill someone who could barely be considered innocent.
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't kill without any principles. He wouldn't follow the Flash and other superheroes who used "not killing" as their code of conduct. But the old bartender's existence had already threatened Donnie's safety. He could have killed him, but at this moment he was thinking further.
This is an extraordinary world, a world of superheroes.
Donny had a vague feeling that whether he killed the old bartender or not was more like a matter of taking sides. If he killed him, he would be on the evil side. If he didn't kill him, he might not be accepted by the heroic side, but at least he wouldn't be easily hostile.
It was as if someone was forcing him to make a decision, forcing him to make a choice, and even expecting him to kill the old bartender and go against certain people.
"Who is plotting against me..." Donnie's face looked grim. He had thought a lot. He had been cheated so many times that he had to grow up. He thought deeply about many things.
The old bartender's role is not necessarily just to allow him to fight the vampires to the death, but also to serve as a benchmark for judging Donny.
Donny turned his head and looked at the old bartender who was sleeping soundly and seemed defenseless, his eyes flickering. He had never been a pushover, and the old bartender had threatened him after all.
The old bartender was sleeping in an indecent position, with his back to Donny, as if he was completely careless and had completely accepted his fate.
"What role do you play in this?" Donnie sat on the sofa, staring at the old bartender for a long time. "It may not be what you say... Maybe you know you're just a pawn, but you just won't say it... But who is the real chess player? Hehe!"
The old bartender turned over at this time.
He mumbled a few words and started snoring.
Donny pulled out the phone again. This might be his only clue. He could use it to track someone down. Even if they weren't the mastermind, they were definitely connected. But how? He didn't understand hacking, didn't know any expert hackers, and didn't trust S.H.I.E.L.D. His Transformers were still mere creatures, not mature life forms. He couldn't yet decipher computer languages like in the movies.
"Professor X or Magneto... I can only go to them..." Donny sighed. He didn't want to get close to either of these two people. Their abilities restrained him so much that he could easily beat him even with one hand.
After a sleepless night, the day soon dawned, and a round sun peeked out from a corner of the horizon, quietly spying on the earth.
Donny called the old bartender and asked him to help him modify the motorcycle and asked him what he needed.
"Modifying it is simple. You want to use it for combat, not just safety and racing." The old bartender told Donnie that this type of motorcycle focuses on the energy circuit. "You can modify the chariots and control them to fight for you. Metal strength and energy transmission efficiency are the most important."
The old bartender's analysis sounded quite insightful. He reminded Donny that although motorcycles were convenient to use, tanks and armored vehicles were the first choice.
"If possible, you can get some fifth-generation fighter jets for modification, then you will be invincible." The old bartender boasted while holding a bottle of wine, claiming that if Tony got the fifth-generation fighter jets, he could further modify them and build the most powerful killing machine for Tony.
Donny asked him how he could modify a fifth-generation fighter jet? The old bartender shamelessly said it was just an exaggeration.
Bang!
Donny dragged the bruised old bartender along, following the route he'd given them, and drove Optimus Prime to a large repair shop in the city. This shop was secretly the most famous racing car modification base in the area, albeit with a gangster twist. Donny left Optimus Prime there, determined to keep an eye on him until he could build a high-performance motorcycle.
This was also Donny's original purpose, but he didn't expect it to become so troublesome now.
The old bartender was picking and choosing at the large repair shop. Amidst everyone's astonishment, he calmly called over the staff and asked them about various parts. Finally, he came to Donny and bared his yellow teeth. "We have a wide selection of parts and alloy models here, but they're very expensive. A traction converter alone is quite pricey. I can customize a high-performance motorcycle for you, but I'll ask for $5,000."
The old bartender wanted to be paid to buy some wine, as the two of them had almost finished all the wine at Donny's house last night.
Donny agreed immediately, and the old bartender happily went to modify it. He got a lot of motorcycles on the spot and worked busily with various parts and large equipment.
Donnie looked around vigilantly. He couldn't let the old bartender die easily.
After transforming Arcee, he could only find Professor X as soon as possible. After all, he couldn't run across half the world to find the Brotherhood Island in the vast ocean. Donny could only take a gamble, he bet on Professor X's character.