Chief George looked at Alven, inspired by his idea. Why was he facing so much pressure now? Because the public didn't know about it.
Once the existence of vampires was exposed to the public, no one could stop his investigation.
When people knew that a terrifying race that fed on them lurked among the crowd, the power and pressure that would erupt would be something no government department could withstand.
As for whether doing this would screw over Stark, that was no longer within the scope of the Chief's concern. Besides, that guy wasn't all that likable.
Acting decisively, Chief George, a man of action, pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Hello, Miss Pepper, this is George from the New York Police Department."
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"Yes, I'm calling you about yesterday's incident. We've caught a few suspected vampires and would like to invite you to confirm."
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"It's at the Peace Hotel in Hell's Kitchen. I'll be waiting for you here. It would be best if Mr. Stark could come along. I think Mr. Stark and Alven have a bit of a misunderstanding, and this is an opportunity to clarify things."
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"Okay, I'll be waiting here. Please hurry!"
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Chief George hung up the phone and saw Alven looking at him with a disdainful expression. He touched his face and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Alven said with a hint of sarcasm, "Nothing, I'm just curious, you, the boss of the New York Police, don't actually have Tony Stark's phone number? You have to call his secretary for something!" He stroked his chin, "George, old friend, I'm starting to doubt your abilities."
Chief George chuckled awkwardly and said, "I've dealt with Stark, but I don't like the guy very much, so~~~"
Alven didn't press him further. It was clear that George was an upright guy. He smiled and said, "You didn't make it yesterday, but we conducted a simple interrogation of those three vampires." He then gave a grim smile, "They were very cooperative. Want to hear about it first?"
Chief George took a sip of coffee and made a gesture indicating he was all ears.
Alven organized his thoughts and said, "They call themselves the 'Blood Clan,' having thrived for over a thousand years. They are divided into two types of vampires: purebloods and half-bloods. The three we caught last night are all half-bloods. Their combat power is average, just a bit faster and stronger.
They were all converted by pureblood vampires to serve them. The warehouse yesterday was a food warehouse they guarded for the pureblood vampires."
Alven pursed his lips and continued, "Reportedly, pureblood vampires are all ancient beings who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years. They divide themselves into twelve clans, forming the Vampire Council, which rules over all vampires.
They are powerful, influential, and have a group of 'ghouls' helping them cheer. They are very troublesome, especially for you."
Chief George gritted his teeth, slammed the bar counter, and said, "Let me go see what these bastards really are first!"
Alven rubbed his nose and said, "I suggest you wait a little longer. Wait until Stark arrives, then we can go together. When we were questioning them yesterday, JJ was a bit heavy-handed, so the scene might not be very pretty."
Chief George looked at Alven's expression, thought of the poor Jessica, and readily agreed.
Alven saw that Chief George was a person who listened to advice, and his good impression of him greatly increased. He was still hoping that George would send his daughter to his school, wasn't he?
Alven smiled and asked, "What happened to the illegal immigrants in the warehouse yesterday? Repatriated?"
This question made Chief George a bit annoyed. He said, "The FBI detained them and wouldn't let the immigration bureau get involved. Alven, I'm really worried. The influence of these monsters is a bit beyond my imagination."
Alven easily comforted Chief George, saying, "You don't have to worry about that. They are, at most, just a nuisance. There's a reason why humans have dominated this world for thousands of years.
Those things have too many fatal weaknesses. Even if they currently have a place in the human upper echelons, it's just a castle on the beach. One wave comes, poof~~"
Chief George felt a little better and said, "Alven, tell me, what are the fatal weaknesses of vampires? I need to understand my opponents."
Alven pouted, actually feeling a bit strange in his heart. How could vampires have survived until today? Sunlight alone should be enough to sentence them to death. Are humans all fools?
Looking at Chief George, he said, "Sunlight, silver weapons, garlic, I don't know much about the others. Maybe you can send an email to the Vatican for a consultation." He paused, "This is also why I want to drag Stark into this. Without a big rich patron, fighting vampires is really too expensive."
Chief George nodded and said nothing more. Everything had to wait until Stark arrived and saw the real vampires before a final conclusion could be made. It wasn't that he didn't believe Alven, but rather, this was a necessary quality for a successful leader.
Today, a "Temporarily Closed" sign was hung outside the Peace Hotel. Alven and his group waited for Stark to arrive in the restaurant.
The wait was a bit long. Alven even had time to read a storybook to Ginny, summon Thor and Dom, and let Ginny ride Thor, playing a game of cavalry for a while.
Energetic Thor and Dom really liked Ginny and were willing to play with her. This was better than just lying at the door as mascots every day.
Little Ginny, standing on the ground, was about the same height as Thor. At this moment, she was hugging Thor's neck, giggling, burying her face in Thor's thick fur, avoiding looking at her bad dad who was tickling her.
It wasn't until almost noon that Alven saw it was getting late and decided to make some food first, so everyone could eat their fill before continuing to wait.
Just as Alven's first steak was about to come out of the oven, Stark's flamboyant voice appeared at the restaurant entrance.
"Wow~ That's a good smell! Looks like we arrived just in time!" The flamboyant, mustachioed, curly-haired man, Stark, wearing a dark red suit, walked in. Pepper and Happy, the bodyguard with a bandaged nose, followed behind him.
Jessica, who was resting on a dining table, heard the door open and looked up to see Stark in a "dark red" suit, with a greasy smile on his face. She froze for a second, then covered her mouth and rushed into the restroom again.
Alven felt a bit sorry for her. The girl had already thrown up all her bile. What would she throw up now?
Stark swaggered to the bar counter, stroking his mustache, "What's wrong with this girl? Is it because I'm too handsome, and I made her pregnant early? Haha!"