Duva made no secret of his delight, carefully observing the Xenomorph with vampire genes, and named it Blood Xenomorph.
Compared to names like 'Abomination,' this name was unremarkable, but compared to special Xenomorph types like 'Ice Xenomorph,' it was acceptable.
The Blood Xenomorph had the standard appearance of a Drone Xenomorph: standing upright, about 2.5 meters tall, with a slender head presenting a smooth exterior, and many inexplicable dorsal tubes growing on its back, which at first glance looked like technological interfaces for docking with large instruments. Its entire body was covered in an exoskeleton, which had strong impact resistance. It was certain that ordinary large-caliber firearms would hardly cause any damage to it.
This was because even Drone Xenomorphs born from parasitizing ordinary humans would not suffer fatal injuries when hit by large-caliber firearms.
Moreover, the Blood Xenomorph could obtain more energy through blood.
Ordinary Xenomorphs could only eat large amounts of flesh and blood to maintain their physical strength.
"In terms of functional division, the Blood Xenomorph is definitely the Drone Xenomorph that appeared in Alien, one social level higher than the Courier."
Duva admired his creation, while the other vampires were terrified.
"Wh-wh-what the hell is that thing!"
"Parasitism?"
A Facehugger spider ran out of the egg, then the spider died inexplicably, the person fainted, and then a humanoid behemoth that could grow rapidly burst out of the person's chest.
This set of combo moves seemed to have a linear logic, with cause and effect, but on closer inspection, it was incredibly unscientific.
The vampires finally understood why this human cared so much about their life and death.
But alas, it was too late.
Confirming that the parasitism was effective, the remaining two Xenomorph eggs bloomed one after another, completing the parasitism.
Dennis still wanted to salvage the situation. He pointed out that Duva had three eggs and could only parasitize three vampires, so what should the rest do? Surely they weren't just food? Duva thoughtfully reassured him, saying that he couldn't bear to turn them into food, but they could rest assured that none of them would escape.
Immediately afterward, in the deepest part of the cave, there was a being who had remained silent all along—the Xenomorph Queen moved. In front of everyone, after a period of brewing, she laid an egg on the spot through that incubation tube.
"So that's how this tube is used."
Dennis collapsed, watching the Facehugger pounce on him, and desperately lost consciousness.
Before long, six Blood Xenomorphs, much stronger than their vampire hosts, stood obediently before Duva.
All were hungry and, after receiving Duva's permission, tore into the remains of their hosts.
"The small animals nearby have all been eaten. It seems we need to change the way we ensure the food supply..."
Several food companies in New York City received food orders.
The next few days were a rare period of calm. No vampires came to the door, perhaps because, in the initial judgment of those guys, the missing vampires had all been chopped up by Blade.
However, the abandoned building next door was visited by a group of people during the day, and they opened a meat shop on the spot.
This kind of behavior, which didn't even bother to conceal itself, successfully aroused Duva's appreciation.
Are surveillance operations so blatant these days?
"Guys, you know these two buildings are going to be demolished, right? I heard they're going to build a large office building here?" Duva shouted at them.
"We know, but before the official demolition, doing cooked meat business here seems to have good prospects."
Duva nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement: "Why does your cooked meat shop only sell raw meat?"
This time, the agent did not respond.
Duva speculated that turning raw food into cooked food would increase costs, which was a matter of reputation, but saying you sell cooked meat but actually selling raw meat was about money, making it easier to swindle funds from above.
The owner of the meat shop also felt very unlucky.
He, as a worthless clone of Dum Dum Dugan, was just imitating the behavior of an eighth-level agent, telling everyone he met that he was with the FBI, telling FBI people that he was with the CIA, and telling CIA people that he was with the FBI. When the two agencies compared notes and started fighting, and he couldn't make it up anymore, he would say he was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
Anyway, no one would remember the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone know what the hell it did.
But he happened to meet a serious and somewhat powerful guy—George Stacy.
Damn it, he was just doing his job routinely, righteously arranging for the local police to conduct a preliminary investigation.
If they had to rely entirely on S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel to investigate countless suspected extraordinary events around the world, they would have been exhausted long ago. Even if his main body could split into a large number of memory cloud-sharing clones, he wouldn't be able to handle it! Now there was no choice, the work he had taken on, the things he was doing, he could only do it himself.
The only thing worth celebrating was that the target was vouched for by Blade, confirming that he was not a ruthless villain who killed indiscriminately, and had the most basic integrity.
"What level agent are you?"
Look, the target who can control strange creatures is now leaning on the rotten, drafty window, shouting at him.
"I was a level three yesterday, now I'm a level two," he responded, not knowing whether this mission should be considered a success or not.
Anyway, he's just a clone with no real value.
At least things are progressing in an orderly manner, not to the point where he needs to call for backup, which is fine.
It can also help the main body swindle some funds from that stingy bald guy.
Duwa stared at the guy opposite him, now completely sure that this guy was from S.H.I.E.L.D..
As a special organization monitoring global extraordinary events, S.H.I.E.L.D. is backed by the five big powers, and it is their duty to keep a close eye on special individuals.
But the fact that the person responsible for watching him is such a frank person surprised Duwa.
"Even if Blade hasn't formed the Howling Commandos yet, he must have established contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., and may even have become a high-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
Blade will become a level ten agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future.
It's normal for S.H.I.E.L.D. to know that Duwa is dealing with Blade. The existence of Xenomorphs will be exposed sooner or later, and it can't be hidden. It is precisely because of this behavior that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s evaluation of him is not that of a high-risk element—at least not yet, and what Duwa needs is precisely "now."
Duwa likes frank people, which means he doesn't need to waste too many brain cells.
Especially when he learned that the person monitoring him was actually called Dum Dum Dugan, Duwa understood the other party's identity.
Dum Dum is also a level ten agent, possessing the ability to share a memory archive with a clone, which makes Dum Dum fortunate enough to become S.H.I.E.L.D.'s workhorse.
Duwa didn't show any stress response to this close observation. In this era where superhumans are not uncommon, S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing the job of tracking down and evaluating every extraordinary individual.
If it is confirmed that the target is harmless and the special abilities they possess are not strong, the relevant information will be recorded, and then the personnel will be withdrawn. As long as they don't commit crimes, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not pay too much attention.
...
Nick Fury looked at the report in his hand with a blank expression.
"The target is suspected of secretly conducting biochemical experiments, obtaining research funding through Blade?"
"Yes, according to those police officers, he can control strange but powerful creatures and captured several vampires alive."
"No, what I want to emphasize is not this." Fury tapped the table and raised his voice, "I'm saying, such a guy registered a Weyland Biochemical Company and is conducting legitimate biochemical experiments?"
He emphasized the word "legitimate."
Those strange creatures are worth paying attention to. In this world full of lunatics, those who dare to show their faces have some skills.
Fury's meaning was very clear, he stared at his old buddy Dum Dum: "Who does this guy named Duwa work for?"
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