Alien

Chapter 1 Wieland Private Research Institute
Blade opened his eyes again.

Even though he has been here several times and got used to the environment here, as a half-human, half-vampire, he is still vigilant all the time.

Falcon-like eyes looked around the dilapidated place, brewing ferocity, and occasionally flashed red in the dim light—this was the proof that he was a half-vampire.

Above, the words "Wieland Private Research Institute" are hanging on the dilapidated building in front of you.

The name doesn't look normal.

I really don't know what kind of madness the owner of this place has gone into. He set up a temporary base in an abandoned building in New York City that was about to be demolished, and even gave it a name that seems to be a high-tech research.

At this time, his ears moved,
Swish!
The blade subconsciously grabbed the two samurai swords on the back - special weapons mixed with silver.

"I advise you to put away those two weapons. This is my territory. There are no vampires for you to kill."

No emotion could be heard in the calm tone, and then, a young black-haired man walked over.

The delicate face proves that the owner of this face is not very old, only in his 20s. At first glance, he looks as harmless as a little white rabbit.

If you ignore the weird creature next to this guy.

"If you can make this little pet back a few meters, maybe I will believe you." Dao Feng paused, said something, and let go of his hand.

But his eyes under the sunglasses stared at every move of that strange "pet".

This thing is about 3 meters high, and its body is black and streamlined, as if spliced ​​together with countless segments of human vertebrae. Its slender tail, which seems to be brewing with great strength, flicks gently, and its tip is like a sharp knife, with strong penetrating power.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the head of this creature, which looks like a strange crown, which seems to have an extraordinary meaning.

The creature that has never been seen before, the whole body seems to be born for the ultimate battle, it is simply the fantasy version of the genius screenwriter in the science fiction works.

Dao Feng also relied on his strong eyesight, and keenly discovered that compared to the previous few encounters, now, there is actually a lot more unknown slime on this monster.

Dua nodded. Obviously, he was very satisfied with Dao Feng's response. He inadvertently looked at Dao Feng's eyes, which also carried some strange charm. His eyes swept over Dao Feng's body, staring at the protruding chest muscles, slender thighs, and thick arms that were about to explode...

So beautiful.

Dao Feng frowned, and a trace of instinctive vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Again.

That kind of look made him feel that this guy was not looking at a person, and Dao Feng had every reason to believe that this strange man had unusual hobbies.

At this time, as if sensing the danger signal from Dao Feng, the strange creature beside Dewar moved, and immediately swung its tail and drew it over.

So fast!

Dao Feng's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to make a knife.

With a ding, his palms were slightly numb, and he repelled the monster's tail, his heart trembling.

Even if he didn't use all his strength, but with his strength, he couldn't cut off this metal-like tail...

Dao Feng looked up again, only to find that the monster standing beside Dewar had disappeared silently, and had already appeared on the ceiling above him, with its long and pointed claws shining with a terrifying cold light, it seemed that it could tear off Dao Feng's skull at any time.

"Sorry, professional habits." Dewar quickly made an apologetic gesture, "You know, I am a researcher, and it is very difficult to support such a site alone, so it is inevitable to devote all my attention to work."

"This guy is very strong, what's his name?" Dao Feng was secretly startled, calmly watching this strange creature like a ghost assassin who retreated back to Dewar silently.

"Alien." Dewar replied.

"Interesting name, it seems that it is the most outstanding achievement of your research institute, a weapon of war."

Daofeng is also well-informed, and he has been fighting various monsters, mainly vampires, all his life. Even if it is just a tentative confrontation, it is enough for him to characterize the existence of aliens, and even more so for Dewar.

He didn't care if Dewar was a scientific madman, as long as he could help him.

Dewar is noncommittal, the best?Aside from the "raw egg" point, it won't be long before this alien is not the best.

Thinking of this, Dewar took a deep breath, forced himself not to be obsessed with the unbelievably strong body of the blade, and took out a suitcase: "This is the highly corrosive weapon you want-of course it is also diluted, otherwise you can only use Adamantium alloy as its container. In special occasions in the dead of night, this is more useful than ultraviolet grenades, at least it will help you kill the enemy very quietly."

Dao Feng was silent for a while, took out a bag from his arms, and threw it over.

"According to our agreement, one hundred thousand dollars." Dao Feng said.

Dua whistled: "Are all vampire hunters so rich? That's right, killing vampires is a costly job, and even the bullets are made of silver."

"Anyway, it's not my money. The more vampires you kill, the more money you can grab from those beasts." Dao Feng has always been generous when it comes to spending money.

One-handed payment and one-handed delivery.

"I will find an opportunity to promote your product. Using this highly corrosive liquid to deal with vampires' super self-healing ability is very effective." Blade dropped these words, and took a few steps back with the box in his hand.

Dua suddenly said: "If possible, you can bring me back some vampires, they want to live."

"Oh? It's not a good idea to deal with those guys." Blade looked at him in surprise.

"No way, time is running out." Duva said.

Daofeng didn't continue to respond, nor asked what it meant, and disappeared into the night.

"Blade Warrior, tsk, this guy is really a righteous paranoid."

Dewar stared at the leaving figure of the blade, and closed the door again.

The vampires in the Marvel world are very interesting. The origin of these things is not Dracula or Cain, but the magician named Varna who first came into contact with the [Book of Darkness], relying on the power of the Book of Darkness to transform himself into the original vampire.

The author of the Book of Darkness is the famous God of Black Magic, who is in charge of one of the three original forces of the multiverse, the God of Chaos, the second-generation god of the original World Tree, and surpasses Odin, Zeus, Jade Emperor and other mass-produced versions of the third-generation World Tree gods, and is also the source of the Scarlet Witch's power-Sithorn, one of the four chaos gods of the multiverse.

As long as there is hatred, ominousness, and black magic, there is more or less the shadow of Sithorn, the ultimate magical entity.

But there is no need to worry now. Dewar feels that as an ordinary individual in multiple dimensions, he cannot even jump out of the most basic timeline, so it is impossible for him to be qualified to attract the attention of such a big boss. What he needs to pay attention to right now is to get money from the reputable blade after all.

Blade Warrior, a well-known vampire hunter in the underground world, was bitten by a vampire when his mother was giving birth to him, causing him to have half vampire blood as a result.

He is not afraid of silver and sunlight like ordinary vampires, so he can walk in the sunlight as he pleases, so that he is called "Daywalker" by the envious vampires.

But there are also disadvantages, that is, regular injections of immune drugs are required to avoid being completely swallowed by vampire blood.

However, Blade's character is relatively reliable, as long as he is willing to provide him with the convenience of hunting vampires, he will be happy to make a deal with you.

Dewar shrugged, no way, who let himself need money?Anyway, exchanging a little alien blood for Blade's money is just a temporary and excessive expedient measure.

Since traveling to this Marvel world, Dewar once fell into anxiety. This world, or this universe, has too many freaks and too many ruthless characters.

But fortunately, he was accompanied by an alien.

"I remember that before I crossed over, Marvel had officially started serializing the independent publications of aliens. It was a purely high-tech world, without superheroes and the like..."

Dewar counted the dollars in his hand, his thoughts drifted away.

"Hehe!"

The alien next to him sensed the change in Dewar's thoughts. Although he couldn't know what Dewar was thinking, it was absolutely loyal to the person in front of him, and made its own response.

The cry of the alien is never meaningless, as long as it makes a sound, it must be expressing a certain purpose.

Dewar smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and the alien bowed his head obediently, letting the man caress his crown-like skull.

One person and one alien walked into the research institute and opened the secret room. In the extremely rough and crude basement, which seemed to be gnawed out by a powerful vicious dog—or it is more appropriate to call it an underground hole, Dewar slowly raised his head.

Five white, mucus-covered eggs came into view.

(End of this chapter)