The next day.

S.H.I.E.L.D. continued to control the Stark Industries' piercing machine to burrow into the ice over there, but unlike yesterday, the black technology German fighter buried deep in the ice moved ten meters to it.

Don't underestimate these ten meters, even Stark Industries' piercing machines will inevitably encounter the law that the deeper the ice, the more time it takes.

Inside the living room of the Aegis barracks.

Dr. Crubon's five-member team at the University of Oxford huddled together in horror and drank hot cocoa in their hands.

Mark and Coulson stand in front of a disembowelmented corpse.

The corpse was the big black of the Oxford team.

A big hole in the big black man's stomach is clearly visible, and the internal organs in the body seem to be dissolved by something, and even the hole is turned outward, and it looks like something should have come out of the big black man's stomach.

Coulson's eyebrows twitched, and he glanced at the horse next to him.

If he remembered correctly, Coulson found that as long as he stayed with Director Louis, things would get out of hand and become inexplicable, either full of sci-fi or magic......

Coulson is active on this side.

Mark also touched his chin and stared at the big hole in the big black belly, and took a sip of whiskey thoughtfully.

It's not strange to have aliens.

After all, in Mark's resurrection memory, the Predator Star Domain is under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and the Predators of its planet are the main members of the underworld execution law enforcement team.

Yes.

There are predators, and the presence of aliens is not at all unexpected by Mark, but what Mark didn't expect was to see aliens on Earth.

The reason is simple.

The Earth is guarded by the Ancient One, and the Ancient One should not be the kind of person who sits back and watches the Predators turn the Earth into a testing ground for their clan.

Half ringing.

Mark turned to Dr. Crubon, who had been drinking hot cocoa all night, and said, "Doctor, you mean that alien you met came out of the mammoth's body?" ”

Krubon looked up and nodded in disbelief.

Last night, just after Mark and Coulson left, the big black man also said that he was a little unwell and went back to sleep first after ten minutes.

Dr. Krubon and the others didn't ask much either.

After that.

Dr. Crubon re-examined the tissue cell sample taken by Big Black, but this time it was the same as the last one.

The cells are still viable.

Just as Dr. Crubon and the others were puzzled, the monitoring equipment connected to the mammoth suddenly screamed.

The next second.

With a bang, the stomach of the mammoth war elephant placed on the stage exploded instantly, and the fishy and green slime directly pasted the glass of the observation room.

Just as Dr. Crubon scolded Fark.

Rumble.

The glass was instantly shattered by something, and then a hideous-looking monster directly handed out its claws and appeared at the glass window.

Fortunately, the glass in the observation room was unconventional, so that the hungry alien did not squeeze out in the first place.

After that, it's pretty straightforward.

Not much.

After each of the five members of the Oxford team said a word, they basically restored what had happened yesterday and fell silent again.

Coulson beckoned to Alan Carter, who was not far away, and said, "Alan, you take Dr. Crubon and the others to the break room to rest first." ”

Dr. Crubon looked up at Coulson and said, "Thank you." ”

Coulson waved his hand.

After Dr. Crubon and the others left the place under the guidance of Agent Allen, Coulson glanced at the body of the big black man and said to Mark, "So there's a monster out there." ”

Mark nodded.

Coulson asked, "Where?" ”

Mark glanced at Coulson and said, "Is there an intelligence fee?" ”

Coulson was directly dumbfounded: "This is an alien creature that can lodge, we should quickly find and get rid of him." ”

"That's right." Mark nodded in agreement with Coulson's words, but then said, "But I'm from the FBI, and I'm only in charge of federal cases in New York State, which doesn't belong to New York State, and this is Antarctica." ”

Coulson opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, so he could only take out the satellite phone from his bosom and prepare to contact the headquarters to report the situation here.

Mark laughed and said, "Don't worry, that monster can't run, are there any other camps in this hundred miles besides our two camps?" ”

Xenomorphs are always hungry.

And hunger all the time.

This is especially true for newborn aliens.

Coulson thought for a moment and then pointed to the guide and said, "Yesterday morning, Weeland Mining set up camp about fifty kilometers away from us. ”

Mark was stunned.

Weiland Mining?

Mining?

Mark asked, "Is that the company that is registered in China, but headquartered in London, and pays taxes at both ends?" ”

Coulson nodded.

Mark then said with a strange face: "I remember that the Antarctic Convention seems to have such a land resource in Antarctica that cannot be exploited." ”

This convention, signed in 1959, stipulates that Antarctica shall be used only for peaceful purposes, guarantees the freedom to conduct scientific expeditions in the Antarctic region, promotes international cooperation in scientific expeditions, prohibits all military activities and the collection of land resources, but allows limited use of marine resources......

"About seven days ago, activity was still active at Camp Weeland, and no equipment came in under the guise of scientific research," Coulson said. ”

Seven days ago?

Mark looked at the ceiling and thought of something.

The Predator is sure he won't come.

Even the Queen of the Underworld couldn't break through the pentagram array he had placed on the earth without an edict, and the younger brother of the underworld and the most loyal Iron-Blooded Clan couldn't enter.

Then the question arises.

This time, the alien shouldn't ask him to go over and help wipe his ass, right?

Mark thought and glanced at Coulson next to him.

Coulson was confused.

Half ringing.

Mark sighed and said, "Let's go, anyway, your idol won't be unearthed for a while, let's go to Weeland Mining to have a look." ”

Coulson said, "I'll report back to our director first. ”

"Please."

"Thank you."

Coulson smiled at Mark and pulled out his phone and walked off on his own, while Mark pushed open the camp gate and walked outside.

The wind is blowing.

Mark looked at the storm clouds that were converging in the distance and smiled.

Initially.

When he knew that there was such a company as Weyland in this world, he thought that this Weyland was Weyland in the interstellar era.

But after investigation, it happened that it was not.

More precisely.

This Weeland Mining should be the predecessor of Welander Mining in the Interstellar Age.

Boy.

This Weyland is dedicated and unsparing, and the alien has just gotten on.

……