Alien

Chapter 5 Who Is He?

Dewar made no secret of his joy, carefully observed this alien with vampire genes, and named it Blood Alien.

Compared with names such as the inverse species, this name is unremarkable, but compared with the special type of alien such as "Ice Alien", it can also be justified.

The Blood Alien has the standard appearance of a Drone Alien: walking upright, about 2.5 meters tall, with a slender head showing a smooth appearance, and many unexplained dorsal tubes growing out of the back. At first glance, it looks like a technological interface for docking a large instrument.

Because even the alien drones that parasitize ordinary humans will not be fatally injured by large-caliber firearms.

Moreover, blood aliens can obtain more energy through blood.

Ordinary aliens can only maintain their strength by eating large amounts of flesh and blood.

"In terms of functional division, the blood alien must be the drone alien that appeared in "Alien 1", and it is a social level higher than the messenger."

Dewar admired the work in front of him, while the other vampires were frightened.

"This, this, what the hell 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 human-shaped guy that could grow rapidly came out of the person's chest.

This set of combination boxing seems to be very linear and logical, and there is a causal relationship, but when you think about it carefully, it is fucking unscientific.

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

But alas, it was too late.

It was confirmed that the parasitism was effective, and the remaining two alien eggs bloomed one after another, completing the parasitism.

Dennis still wanted to save it. He proposed that Dewar had three eggs and could only parasitize three vampires. What should the rest do?
Isn't it always food?
Dua comforted him intimately, saying that he was reluctant to turn them into food, but he could rest assured that none of them would run away.

Immediately, in the deepest part of the cave, there was an existence that had been silent all along—the Alien Queen moved, and in front of everyone, after a while of deliberation, she passed the hatching tube and laid an egg on the spot.

"It turns out that this pipe is used in this way."

Dennis collapsed, looking at the face hugger pounced on him, and lost consciousness in despair.

Not long after, six blood aliens that were much more powerful than the host vampires stood obediently in front of Dewar.

They were all hungry, and after getting Dewar's permission, they gnawed at the remains of the hosts.

"The nearby small animals are all eaten up, it seems that we need to use another method to ensure the food supply..."

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

In the next few days, the weather was rare, and no vampires came to the door. Perhaps according to the preliminary judgment of those guys, the missing vampires were chopped off by the blade.

On the contrary, in the abandoned building next door, a group of people came during the day, and then opened a butcher shop on the spot.

This behavior, which he didn't even bother to cover up, successfully aroused Dewar's appreciation.

Is surveillance so open and aboveboard these days?

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

"I know, but before the official demolition, it seems that there is a lot of money to do cooked meat business here."

Du Wa nodded again and again, expressing his agreement: "Why does your deli only sell raw meat?"

This time, the agent did not respond.

Dewar speculates that turning raw food into cooked food will increase the cost, which is related to reputation, but it is related to money when it says to sell cooked meat but actually sells raw meat, so it is convenient to cheat funds from the higher authorities.

The owner of the butcher shop also felt very unlucky.

He, as a worthless clone of Damm Duggan, is just following the example of a certain eighth-level agent. He calls himself the FBI when he meets anyone, the CIA when he meets the FBI, and the FBI when he meets the CIA. When the two reconcile the accounts, they start to work, and they really can't make it up, so they call themselves a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

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

But I happened to meet a guy who was serious and energetic——George Stacey.

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

If people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were to review countless suspected supernatural events around the world, they would have been exhausted. Even if his main body could separate out a large number of clones shared by the memory cloud, he would not be able to handle it!
There is no way now, he takes on the job, what he does, and now he can only do it himself.

The only good thing is that the target person has a blade warrior as a guarantee, so he is definitely not a villain who kills innocent people indiscriminately, and has the most basic ethics.

"What level of agent are you?"

Lo and behold, the target who can drive strange creatures is lying on the rotten and drafty window again, yelling at him.

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

Anyway, I am just a worthless clone.

At least it is progressing in an orderly manner, not to the extent of calling people to shake people, it's okay.

It can also help Ontology defraud some funds from that stingy bald man.

Dewar stared at the guy on the opposite side. 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, 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 in charge of staring at him was actually such a candid person, which surprised Dewar.

"Even if the blade has not formed the Howling Commando yet, it must have established contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., and may have become a senior agent of S.H.E.L.D.."

Blade, in the future will become a tenth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It's normal for S.H.I.E.L.D. to know about Dewar's dealings with Blade. Anyway, the existence of the alien will be exposed sooner or later, and it's impossible to hide it.It is precisely because of this kind of behavior that SHIELD does not evaluate him as a high-risk person-at least not now, what Dewar needs is precisely "now".

Dewar likes honest people very much, which means he doesn't need to consume too many brain cells.

In particular, he learned that the person monitoring him was actually called Dum Dan, and Dewar knew the identity of the other party.

Dum Dan is also a tenth-level agent, and has the ability to share a memory archive with the clone, which makes Dum Dan fortunate to be a hero of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Dewar didn't show a stress response to this kind of close observation. In this era when superhumans are not uncommon, S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing the work of tracking down and evaluating every extraordinary individual.

If it is confirmed that the target person is harmless and the special ability he possesses is not strong, he will record the relevant information and then withdraw the personnel. As long as he does not commit crimes, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not pay too much attention.

……

Nick Fury looked at the report in his hand expressionlessly.

"The target person is suspected to be secretly carrying out biochemical experiments, and obtained research and development funds through the blade?"

"Yes, according to those police officers, he can drive strange but powerful creatures and capture a few vampires alive."

"No, this is not what I want to emphasize." Fury knocked on the table and raised his voice, "I mean, such a guy has registered a Wieland Biological Company and is conducting legal biochemical experiments?"

He bit the word "legal" emphatically.

Those few weird creatures are worthy of attention. In this world where lunatics walk everywhere, anyone who dares to take the lead has two brushes.

Fury's meaning was very clear. He stared at his old buddy Dum and said, "Who is this guy named Dewar?"

(End of this chapter)