Duva made no secret of his joy, carefully observed the alien with vampire genes, and named it the blood alien.
Compared with names such as reverse species, this name is unremarkable, but compared with special aliens such as "Ice Alien", it can be justified.
The Blood Alien has the standard appearance of a Drone Alien: it walks upright, is about 2.5 meters tall, has a slender head with a smooth appearance, and has many back tubes of unknown meaning growing out of its back. At first glance, it looks like a technological interface for docking large instruments. , the whole body is wrapped in exoskeletons. These exoskeletons have strong impact resistance. It can be confirmed that ordinary large-caliber firearms will hardly cause any harm to it.
Because even drone aliens that parasitize ordinary humans will not be fatally injured when hit by large-caliber firearms.
Moreover, blood aliens can obtain more energy through blood.
Ordinary aliens can only eat a lot of flesh and blood to maintain their strength.
"In terms of functional division of labor, the blood alien must be the drone alien that appeared in "Alien 1", which is one social level higher than the messenger."
Duva admired the work in front of him, while the other vampires were stunned.
"This, this, this, what on earth is this!"
"parasitic?"
A face-hugging spider ran out of the egg, and then the spider died inexplicably, and the person fainted, and then a big humanoid guy that could grow quickly came out of the person's chest.
This set of boxing combinations seems to have a very linear logic and a causal relationship, but if you think about it carefully, it is very unscientific.
The vampires finally knew why this human being was so concerned about their life and death.
But alas, it's too late.
It was confirmed that the parasitism was effective, and the remaining two eggs bloomed one after another, completing the parasitism.
Dennis still wanted to rescue him. He suggested that Dua had three eggs and could only parasitize three vampires. So what should the remaining people do?
It can’t be food?
Du Wa comforted him thoughtfully, saying that he was reluctant to turn them into food, but he could rest assured that none of them would escape.
Immediately, in the deepest part of the cave, there was a silent and motionless existence - the Alien Queen moved. In front of everyone, after a while of brewing, she passed the incubation tube and laid an egg on the spot.
"So that's how this pipe is used."
Dennis collapsed and lost consciousness in despair as he looked at the facehuggers rushing towards him.
Not long after, six blood aliens, much more powerful than their host vampires, stood obediently in front of Dua.
They were all hungry, and after getting Dua's permission, they tore into the remains of their hosts.
"All the small animals nearby have been eaten up. It seems that we need to find another way to ensure food supply..."
Several food companies in New York City have received food orders.
The next few days were rare and calm, and no vampire came to the door. Perhaps in the initial judgment of those guys, the missing vampires were all chopped up by blades.
On the contrary, in the abandoned building next door, a group of people came during the day and opened a meat shop on the spot.
This behavior, which he didn't even bother to cover up, successfully aroused Dua's admiration.
Is surveillance so open and aboveboard these days?
"Guys, you know that these two buildings are going to be demolished, right? I heard that a large office building is going to be built here?" Dua shouted to them.
"I know, but before the official demolition, the cooked meat business seemed to be very profitable."
Dua nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement: "Why does your cooked meat shop only sell raw meat?"
This time, the agent didn't respond.
Dewar speculated that turning raw food into cooked food would increase the cost, which is related to credibility, but talking about selling cooked meat, but actually selling raw meat is related to money, making it easier to defraud the superiors for funds.
The owner of the butcher shop also felt very unlucky.
As a worthless clone of Dugan Dugan, he just followed the behavior of a certain eighth-level agent. He said that he was the FBI when he met everyone, and said that he was the CIA when he met the FBI. The people who came to the CIA said they were FBI. After the two accounts were reconciled and the work started, and they really couldn't make it up, they would say they were SHIELD agents.
Anyway, no one will remember the full name of SHIELD, let alone what this thing is for.
But I happened to meet a guy who was more serious and energetic - George Stacy.
Damn it, he was just doing a routine job and confidently arranged for the local police station to conduct a preliminary investigation.
If it were all up to SHIELD people to review countless suspected paranormal events around the world, they would be exhausted long ago. Even if his body could separate a large number of clones shared by the memory cloud, he would still be too busy!
There is nothing he can do now. The job he took and the things he did, now he can only do it himself.
The only good thing is that the target person has the Blade Warrior as his guarantee, so he is definitely not a villain who kills innocent people indiscriminately, and he has the most basic ethics.
"What level of agent are you?"
Lo and behold, the target person who could control strange creatures was lying on the rotten window again, shouting at him.
"Yesterday it was Level 3, now it's Level 2." He responded, not knowing whether this mission would be considered a success or failure now.
Anyway, I am just a worthless clone.
At least it's progressing in an orderly manner, and it's not to the point of calling people to shake people off, so that's okay.
It can also help the main body to defraud some funds from that stingy bald man.
Duva stared at the guy opposite. He was now completely sure that this guy was from SHIELD.
As a special agency that monitors extraordinary events around the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. is endorsed by five major gangsters, and it is their duty to keep an eye on special people.
But the person responsible for keeping an eye on him was actually such a frank person, which surprised Dua.
"Even if Blade hasn't formed the Howling Commandos yet, he has definitely established contact with SHIELD, and may have become a senior agent of SHIELD."
Blade will become a level 10 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future.
Duva's dealings with Blade were known by S.H.I.E.L.D., which was normal. Anyway, the existence of aliens would be exposed sooner or later, and it was impossible to hide it. It is precisely because of this behavior that SHIELD does not evaluate him as a high-risk person - at least not now. What Dewar needs is exactly "now".
Dewar likes candid people, which means he doesn't need to consume too many brain cells.
In particular, he learned that the person monitoring him was actually called Damtan, and Duva knew the other person's identity.
Damn Bomb is also a level 10 agent and has the ability to share a memory archive with the clone, which makes Damn Bomb lucky enough to become a hero of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Duva showed no stress reaction to this close observation. In this era when superhuman beings were not uncommon, SHIELD was engaged in tracking down and evaluating every extraordinary individual.
If it is confirmed that the target person is harmless and does not have strong special abilities, the relevant information will be recorded and the personnel will be removed. As long as no crime is committed, SHIELD will not pay too much attention.
…
Nick Fury looked at the report in his hand expressionlessly.
"The target person is suspected of secretly conducting biochemical experiments and obtaining research and development funds through the blade?"
"Yes, according to what those police officers said, he can drive strange but powerful creatures and capture several vampires alive."
"No, that's not what I want to emphasize." Fury knocked on the table and raised his voice, "I mean, such a guy registered a Weiland Biological Company and is conducting legal biochemical experiments?"
He emphasized the word "legal".
Those weird creatures are worth paying attention to. In this world where madmen are everywhere, anyone who dares to show up has two brushes.
Fury's meaning was very clear. He looked at his old buddy Damtan: "Whose guy is this guy named Dua?"
