Dewar made no secret of his delight, taking a closer look at the vampire and naming it the Blood Alien.

Compared to names such as the reverse species, this name is unremarkable, but compared to the special type of alien form such as "Ice Alien", it can also be said.

The blood alien has the standard appearance of the drone alien: walking upright, about 2.5 meters tall, with a slender head showing a smooth appearance, and a lot of back tubes of unknown meaning growing on the back, at first glance it looks like a scientific interface for docking large instruments, and the whole body is wrapped in exoskeletons, these exoskeletons have a hard impact resistance, which can confirm that it is difficult for ordinary large-caliber firearms to cause any damage to it.

Because even if it is a drone alien born from parasitizing ordinary humans, it will not be fatally injured if it is hit by a large-caliber firearm.

Moreover, the blood xenomorph can obtain more energy through blood.

Normal aliens can only eat a large amount of flesh and blood to maintain their stamina.

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

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

"This, this, what the hell is this!"

"Parasitism?"

A face-hugging spider ran out of the egg, and then the spider died inexplicably, and the person fainted, and then a large humanoid creature with a fast growth came out of the person's chest.

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

The vampires finally know why this human cares so much about their lives and deaths.

But alas, it was too late.

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

Dennis also wants to rescue it, and he proposes that Dewar has three eggs and can only parasitize three vampires, so what should the rest of the people do?

Isn't it food?

Dewar comforted him intimately, saying that he was reluctant to turn them into food, but he could rest assured that none of them would want to run.

Immediately, in the deepest part of the cave, there was a being who had been silent all along—the alien queen moved, and after a while of brewing in front of everyone, she passed through the hatching tube and laid an egg on the spot.

"That's how this tube is used."

Dennis collapsed, looking at the face-hugging worm that pounced on him, and lost consciousness in despair.

It didn't take long for six blood aliens, much more powerful than the host vampires, to stand obediently in front of Dewar.

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

"The small animals in the neighborhood have been eaten, and it seems that there is a need for another way to ensure the food supply......"

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

In the next few days, it was a rare calm, no vampires came to the door, and perhaps in the preliminary judgment of those guys, the missing vampires were chopped up by the blade.

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

This kind of behavior, which he didn't even bother to hide it, successfully aroused Dewar's appreciation.

In these years, is the surveillance so open?

"Guys, you know 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.

"Yes, but before the official demolition, it seemed very lucrative to do a deli business here."

Dewar nodded again and again, expressing his agreement: "Why does your deli shop only sell raw meat?" ”

This time, the agent did not respond.

Dewar speculated that turning raw food into mature food would increase the cost, which was a matter of credibility, but it was about money to say that selling cooked meat, but actually selling raw meat, was about money, so it was convenient to cheat the funds from above.

The owner of the butcher shop also felt very unlucky.

He, as a worthless clone of Dambomb Dugan, is just learning the style of an eighth-level agent, saying that he is the FBI when he meets people, saying that he is the CIA when he meets the FBI, and when he meets the CIA, he says that he is the FBI, and when the two of them are reconciled and they are done, they really can't make it up, so they will say that they are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

No one would remember the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D., anyway, and they didn't know what it was all about.

But I met a guy who is more real and has some energy - George Stacy.

Damn, he just did his routine errands, and he had the confidence to arrange for the local police station to conduct a preliminary investigation.

If he had relied entirely on the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. to review countless suspected transcendent events around the world, he would have been exhausted a long time ago, and even if his body could separate a large number of clones shared by the memory cloud, he would not be able to keep himself busy!

There is no way now, the work he took and the things he did, now he can only go into battle in person.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the target person has a blade warrior as a guarantor, and he is sure that he is not a villain who kills innocents indiscriminately, and has the most basic ethics.

"What level of agent are you?"

Lo and behold, the target of the strange creature is lying on the rotten and leaky window again, yelling at him.

"Yesterday it was level three, now it's level two." He replied that he didn't know if the mission was successful or not.

Anyway, he's just a worthless clone.

At least it's progressing in an orderly manner, not to the extent of making a phone call to shake people, so it's okay.

It can also help the body cheat some funds from the bald head who slammed the door.

Dewar stared at the guy opposite, and he was now completely sure that this guy was someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.

As a special agency that monitors extraordinary events around the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. has the endorsement of the five major hooligans, and it is their duty to keep an eye on special people.

But the person in charge of staring at him was such an honest person, which surprised Dewar.

"Even if Blade hasn't formed a howling commando team yet, he must have established a connection with S.H.I.E.L.D., and may have become a high-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

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

Dewar dealt with Blade and was known by S.H.I.E.L.D., which is normal, 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 S.H.I.E.L.D. does not evaluate him as a high-risk element - at least not yet, and what Dewar needs is precisely "now".

Dewar likes to be honest with people, meaning he doesn't need to consume too many brain cells.

In particular, he learns that the person who is spying on him is actually called Damm, and Dewar understands the identity of the other party.

Dumbomb is also a Level 10 agent, and has the ability to share a memory archive with clones, which makes Dummbomb the honor of being a bull and horse figure in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Dewar didn't show a stress response to this kind of face-to-face observation, and in an age when superhumans were not unusual, S.H.I.E.L.D. was in the business of tracking down and evaluating every otherworldly individual.

If it is confirmed that the target person is harmless and the special abilities are not strong, the relevant information will be recorded and then withdrawn, as long as there is no crime, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not pay too much attention.

……

Nick Fury looked at the report in his hand with a blank face.

"The target person is suspected of secretly carrying out biochemical experiments and obtaining R&D funds through the blade?"

"Yes, according to the officers, he was able to drive strange but powerful creatures and capture a few vampires alive."

"No, that's not what I'm trying to stress about." Fury knocked on the table and raised his voice, "I mean, such a guy has registered a Wieland Biotech company and is conducting legal biochemical experiments?" ”

He focused on the word "legal".

Those strange creatures are worth paying attention to, and in this world of madmen, anyone who dares to take the lead has two brushes.

Fury's meaning was very clear, and he forced his old buddy to dum: "Who is this guy named Dewar?" ”