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It has the lowest attack power, but a higher agility, which is also due to its relatively small body size - its upright height is about 2.2 meters.

Compared to the Drone Alien and Warrior Alien, which can only move by relying on their tails when they just break out of their chests and need several hours to develop rapidly and achieve upright walking, the Messenger Alien matures much faster.

The only thing worth praising is that the Messenger Alien has the ability to actively spit out blood, which is something that the Drone Alien and the Warrior Alien do not have.

Now, these four messenger aliens were born by parasitizing ordinary lower animals, so there is no need to have too high expectations on their hard power.

Duva took a close look at the policeman being eaten.

"If I were you, I would finish him off immediately and blow his head off."

Duva said: "His body is already full of vampire viruses. He will gradually be transformed into a vampire. It is best to kill him completely before the transformation."

George still held the gun, which was the only strength he could rely on.

As for the guys around him? They were already scared silly. It was the first time for these young people to come into contact with the dark side of the world.

"Vampires, vampires... There are really vampires in this world... And these monsters..." A young police officer muttered to himself, staring blankly at everything in front of him, and couldn't help vomiting.

Those vampires that couldn't be killed by bullets were skewered by the aliens, with blood and flesh splattered everywhere, it was an extremely tragic scene.

"It's more than just vampires. The wonders of this planet will exceed your imagination. It's not surprising whether demons or gods appear." Duva responded with a smile, and every move seemed extremely casual and natural.

If you ignore the terrifying aliens that always surround him like they are surrounding an emperor, he has the potential to become a caring and warm man.

"Sir, thank you - and your...companion for saving our lives." George suppressed his pounding heart. The experience of just a few minutes was too exciting for him. He tried to keep his voice calm, but inadvertently, a slight tremor would still be revealed. "I will treat my colleagues with caution."

"That's good. It's easier to deal with someone as knowledgeable as you. Officer, what's your name?"

"George Stacy."

Duva stroked his chin. With this name and this age, well, he seemed to be Gwen's father.

"Sir, I don't know your name yet. How do you plan to deal with these vampires?" George asked with courage.

There was a constant dripping sound coming from the alien's body, some of which was the blood of vampires and some of which was their own blood.

"You will have a chance to learn my name later. Anyway, don't come here again. No matter who ordered you, don't come here. The person who gave you the order wants to kill you."

Duva waved his hand casually.

Although he does not possess top-level intelligence like Iron Man and Shuri, he still has the most basic reasoning ability.

"Boss, this guy is keeping strange creatures in captivity. Isn't that illegal..." After the police officer finished vomiting, he wiped his mouth, looked at George, and started vomiting again.

"Well said. I like the righteous man the most. But if you catch Tony Stark first, I will believe you."

Duva left, disappearing into the darkness with the aliens. Only the mess on the ground proved that something unusual had just happened here.

George looked down at his colleague whose face had been bitten beyond recognition, was silent for a moment, and then shot him in the head.

"head!"

"Shut up, I know what I'm doing! This matter will not end here, I will hold that guy accountable!" George's face was ashen and gloomy. He hated the bastard who gave him the order and caused him to lose a great young colleague!

Extraordinary events should not be something that ordinary people like them who are unprepared should be able to withstand. Even if they really need to deal with them, they should be told in advance so that they can bring enough manpower and weapons!

"Boss, you just said that it was reported by an animal rights activist."

"I'm lying to you. If we were just animal rights activists, the bureau wouldn't have sent a few of us here."

As for how to resolve this case openly... just say that it was done by vampires. Yes, it is reasonable for these ghost creatures that suck human blood to catch a group of small animals to suck their blood.

And the stranger who drives the strange creature must be an individual with extraordinary powers.

He also saved several of their lives from the vampires.

……

For Duva, rescuing a few police officers was just a small episode. The vampires he captured were what he cared about.

Along the way, he was very concerned about these vampires and was truly afraid that they would die.

This act of kindness made several dying vampires flattered and unable to understand. One vampire took the opportunity to suggest that if the alien let them down, they could still be rescued.

Duva led them all the way back without paying any attention, walked into the underground cave, and commanded the aliens to roughly throw these guys who had lost their ability to resist to the ground.

Dennis looked around hurriedly and found that this place was like some kind of underground monster's lair, with strange sticky things everywhere.

There was also a strange tube running through it. He also saw three strange eggs under the tube. It was obvious that something inside the eggs sensed their arrival and immediately became excited.

It was just a glance, but Dennis instinctively felt a chill running down his spine, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying.

"Six vampires, come one by one."

Duva personally grabbed a vampire by the neck and pressed him in front of an egg.

In an instant, the egg blossomed with four "petals" opening on top. Then, a strange creature that looked like a giant spider came out.

Facehugger!

"Let me go, what do you want to do!! Ugh..."

The vampire soon became speechless. His entire face was covered by facehuggers. He felt an unknown substance injected into his body. Soon, his consciousness began to become drowsy and he gradually fell asleep.

"What, what is going on?" Dennis looked at it in confusion. This should be a very scary thing, but he just couldn't understand it.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Duva was always closely sensing the connection between himself and the facehugger, and was overjoyed when he confirmed that the parasitism was successful.

This success is of extraordinary significance. It is the first time that a facehugger has completed parasitism on a special host.

Next is to wait patiently.

Duva himself is a very patient person, just like the alien. In order to get a chance to kill with one blow, he will endure for a long, long time like a dead object.

Finally, when the vampire woke up again, he looked confused. He shook his head and easily got rid of the remains of the facehugger covering his face.

"What did you do to me, why is this thing dead?"

"Vampire, you should pay for the lives of all the humans you killed. Fortunately, you have offered me your strong body, and I will use it well."

Under the gaze of a pair of blood-red eyes, Duva raised his hand, extended his index finger, and pointed at the vampire in the air.

Then, something happened that terrified the other vampires.

I saw a strange bulge appear on the chest of the vampire. Before he could react, a horrible foreign object broke out of his body, violently tore the vampire's chest apart, and drilled out alive, bathed in blood and flesh!

The desperate wails sound like a pleasant symphony, and the violent convulsions are precisely the most praiseworthy dance posture.

A new alien was born that parasitized a vampire and stole the vampire's best genes. It let out its first sharp cry into the world, announcing the official birth of a new and potentially powerful supernatural system.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 5 Who is He?

Duva did not hide his joy as he carefully observed the alien with vampire genes and named it Blood Alien.

Compared with names like "Reverse Species", this name is unremarkable, but compared with special alien types like "Ice Alien", it is acceptable.

The Blood Alien has the standard appearance of the Drone Alien: it walks upright, is about 2.5 meters tall, has a slender head with a smooth surface, and has many dorsal tubes of unknown meaning growing on its back, which at first glance look like technological interfaces for docking large instruments. Its entire body is wrapped in exoskeletons, which have strong impact resistance. It can be confirmed that ordinary large-caliber firearms can hardly cause any damage to it.

Because even if the drone alien parasitizes ordinary humans, it will not suffer fatal injuries if hit by large-caliber firearms.

Moreover, blood aliens can obtain more energy through blood.

Ordinary aliens can only eat large amounts of flesh and blood to maintain their physical strength.

"In terms of functional division of labor, the Blood Alien is definitely the Drone Alien that appeared in Alien 1. It is one social level higher than the Messenger."

Duva admired the work in front of him, while the other vampires were terrified.

"What the hell is this?!"

"parasitic?"

A face-hugging spider jumped out of the egg, then the spider died inexplicably, the man fainted, and then a rapidly growing humanoid creature emerged from the man's chest.

This combination of punches seems to have linear logic and cause and effect, but if you think about it carefully, it is very unscientific.

The vampires finally understood why this human cared so much about their lives.

But alas, it was too late.

After confirming that the parasitism was effective, the remaining two alien eggs bloomed one after another, completing the parasitism.

Dennis still wanted to rescue them. He pointed out that Duva had three eggs, which could only parasitize three vampires. What should the rest of them do?

It can't be food?

Duva comforted him kindly, saying that he was reluctant to turn them into food, but he could rest assured that no one could escape.

Immediately, in the deepest part of the cave, a being that had been silent all the time - the Alien Queen moved. In front of everyone, after a while of brewing, she laid an egg on the spot through the incubation tube.

“So this is how the pipe is used.”

Dennis collapsed, looking at the facehugger that pounced on him, and lost consciousness in despair.

Not long after, six blood aliens, which were much more powerful than the host vampire, stood obediently in front of Duva.

They were all starving, and after getting Dua's permission, they tore into the remains of their hosts with big mouthfuls.

"All the small animals nearby have been eaten up. It seems that we need to find another way to ensure the food supply..."

Several food companies in New York City have received food orders.

The next few days were unusually peaceful and no vampires came to the door. Perhaps according to the initial judgment of those guys, the missing vampires were all chopped to pieces by the blade.

However, a group of people came to the abandoned building next door during the day and opened a meat shop on the spot.

This behavior, which did not even bother to hide, successfully aroused Duva's admiration.

Is surveillance so open and aboveboard these days?

"Guys, you know that these two buildings are going to be demolished. I heard that a large office building is going to be built here?" Duva shouted to them.

"Yes, but before the official demolition, it seems that there is a lot of money to be made in the cooked meat business here."

Duva nodded repeatedly, indicating his agreement: "Why does your delicatessen only sell raw meat?"

This time, the agent did not respond.

Duva speculated that turning raw food into cooked food would increase costs, which is related to credibility, but saying that they sell cooked meat but actually selling raw meat is related to money and makes it easier to defraud funds from the higher-ups.

The owner of the butcher shop also felt very unlucky.

As a worthless clone of Dum-Dum Dugan, he just imitated the behavior of a certain eighth-level agent. He told everyone he met that he was from the FBI. When he met someone from the FBI, he said he was from the CIA. When he met someone from the CIA, he said he was from the FBI. When the two agencies reconciled their accounts and started fighting, and he couldn't make up any more stories, he said he was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anyway, no one can remember the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone know what it does.

But he happened to meet a serious and powerful guy——George Stacy.

Damn it, he was just doing his routine work and confidently arranged for the local police station to conduct a preliminary investigation.

If it were all up to the people of SHIELD to investigate the countless suspected supernatural events around the world, they would have been exhausted long ago. Even if his original body could be divided into a large number of clones sharing the memory cloud, they would still be too busy to handle it!

There is no other way now. He has to do the job himself.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the target person has Blade as a guarantor, so he is definitely not a villain who kills innocent people and has the most basic ethics.

"What level of agent are you?"

Look, the target person who can drive strange creatures is lying on the rotten and leaky window again, shouting at him.

"It was level three yesterday, and now it's level two." He responded, not knowing whether this mission was successful or not.

Anyway, I'm just a worthless clone.

At least it is progressing in an orderly manner and it hasn't reached the stage where we have to make phone calls to get help, so that's fine.

It can also help the main body to cheat some funds from that stingy bald guy.

Duva stared at the guy opposite him. He was now completely sure that this guy was from S.H.I.E.L.D.

As a special agency that monitors extraordinary events around the world, SHIELD is backed by five big gangsters, and it is their duty to keep a close eye on special individuals.

But Duva was surprised that the person responsible for keeping an eye on him was such an honest person.

"Even if Blade hasn't formed the Howling Commandos yet, he must have established contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., and he may have become a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Blade, in the future, will become a Level 10 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is normal for SHIELD to know that Duval is dealing with Blade. Anyway, the existence of the alien will be exposed sooner or later, and it is impossible to hide it. It is precisely because of this behavior that SHIELD does not regard him as a high-risk element - at least not now. What Duval needs is exactly "now".

Duva likes people who are honest, which means he doesn't need to consume too many brain cells.