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In the end, Downey still didn't make a move, and let the old bartender sleep soundly there.

He could have taken the opportunity to kill the old bartender, and it would be the most relaxing choice, but he still didn't do it in the end, just watched and thought silently.

Downey sighed, sat down on the sofa, and knocked on the table intentionally or unintentionally. The old bartender became a key node. Neither Downey nor the vampire could tolerate the old bartender falling alive into the other party's hands, which meant that the intelligence and information on his side had been leaked.

In other words, with the old bartender in his hands, the vampires had every reason to suspect that he knew about the vampires' god-making plan and got details from the old bartender. In order to prevent the news from leaking further and get what they didn't know, they must attack the old bartender and Downey. Downey couldn't tolerate the arrest of the old bartender, which meant that his relevant information would be leaked, and at the same time, he would make the other party confident that he knew the God-making plan and the detailed information they didn't know.

But he didn't know the detailed information at all, and the vampires wouldn't believe it. When Downey attacked the vampire stronghold and killed the head of the Thompson family, Ben was announcing to them that he knew everything.

The serious disparity of information and the endless loop of logic make tearing faces a foregone conclusion. No one can get away, there is no need for negotiation, and there is no way to negotiate. The war has already begun.

"It's really troublesome. The plan to make a fortune in a muffled voice is over." Donnie sighed again and again, feeling that he was too unlucky. He originally planned to develop in a low-key way and participate in a series of big events after he fully grown up, but soon Obviously, it's impossible.

It is impossible for the vampire to let him go, even if they use the guise of killing chickens and monkeys to protect their dignity to the outside world, a bloody battle will not escape.

He didn't trust vampires either, and was worried that he would hand over the old bartender in exchange for peace, and that the vampires would kill Donnie after they had obtained enough information.

Neither party trusts the other, and neither allows the old bartender to be in the other's hands.

Donnie took out that cell phone and texted that number: Who the hell are you? After waiting for a while, there was no response, so I put the phone back in my pocket.

"I'm still too kind. I don't even kill such a troublesome person." Downey was very helpless, thinking that he was still a kind person. He could kill villains and those who targeted him at will, but he couldn't kill a barely regarded innocent people.

Of course, it is not unprincipled not to kill, he will not use "not to kill" as his code of conduct like the Flash and other superheroes. But the existence of the old bartender had already threatened Downey's safety. He could definitely kill him, but at this moment he was thinking further.

This is an extraordinary world, a world of superheroes.

Downey had a vague premonition that whether he killed the old bartender or not was more like standing in line. If he killed him, he would stand in the evil camp. If he didn't kill him, he might not be accepted by the hero camp, 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 someone.

"Who the hell is plotting against me..." Downey's face turned ugly. He thought a lot, was tricked a lot, and must grow up. He thought about a lot of things in the depths.

The role of the old bartender is not necessarily to let him fight vampires endlessly, but also to serve as a benchmark for judging Downey.

Downey turned his head to look at the seemingly defenseless old bartender who was sound asleep, his eyes flickering. He was never a bad guy, the old bartender had threatened him after all.

The old bartender was sleeping in an indecent position, with his back to Downey, as if he was out of his mind and completely resigned to his fate.

"What role do you play in this?" Downey sat on the sofa and stared at the old bartender for a long time, "It may not be what you said... Maybe you also understand that you are a pawn, but you don't I'm willing to say it...but who is the chess player? Hehe!"

The old bartender turned over at this time,

He muttered a few words and started snoring.

Downey took out the cell phone again. This might be the only clue. He could use this cell phone to track someone down. But how to track it? He doesn't understand hacking techniques, doesn't know master hackers, and doesn't believe in S.H.I.E.L.D. His own Transformers are just creations of abilities rather than mature life forms, and he can't decipher computer languages ​​like in the movie for the time being.

"Professor X or Magneto...the only thing we can do is to find them..." Downey sighed, he didn't want to get close to any of these two people, and his ability restrained him so much that he could easily hang him with one hand.

After a sleepless night, the sky soon dawned, and a round sun emerged from a corner on the horizon, quietly watching the earth.

Downey woke up the old bartender, asked him to help him modify the motorcycle, and asked him what he needed.

"It's very simple to modify, you want to use it for fighting, not purely for safety and racing." The old bartender told Downey that this kind of locomotive mainly works on the energy circuit, "You can transform the chariot and control them for you. In combat, metal strength and energy delivery efficiency are paramount."

The old bartender analyzed it, and it sounded quite insightful. He reminded Downey that although motorcycles are convenient to use, tanks and armored vehicles are the first choice.

"If possible, if you get a few fifth-generation fighter planes and modify them, then you will be invincible." The old bartender boasted, holding a bottle of wine, claiming that if Downey got the fifth-generation fighter planes, he would be able to further modify them for Downey. Build the strongest killing machine.

Downey asked him that he could actually modify a fifth-generation fighter? The old bartender had the cheek to say it was blowing.

Snapped!

Downey dragged the old bartender with a bruised nose and swollen face, and according to the route he gave, drove Optimus Prime to a large repair shop in the urban area. This is secretly the most famous racing car modification base in the area, but it has a gangster tinge. Donnie left him there to watch him until he had a high-performance motorcycle.

This was also Downey's original purpose, but he didn't expect it to become so troublesome now.

The old bartender was picking and choosing in the large repair shop. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he called the staff as if nothing had happened and asked them about various related parts. Finally, he ran to Downey, showing his yellow teeth: "The parts and alloy models here are complete, but the price is very expensive. A traction converter alone is very expensive. I can modify a high-performance motorcycle for you, but I Five thousand dollars for payment."

The old bartender needs to be paid to buy wine, and the two of them almost drank all the wine at Downey's house last night.

Donnie agreed without hesitation, and the old bartender happily ran to modify it, and got a lot of motorcycles on the spot, and was busy with various parts and large equipment.

Donnie looked around vigilantly, he couldn't easily let the old bartender die.

After transforming Arcee, he can only find the nearby Professor X as soon as possible. After all, he can't cross half the world and go to the vast sea to find the Island of the Brotherhood. Downey can only gamble, he gambles on Professor X's character.