Duval proved Fury's vision was unique (4000 character chapter)
The vampires were having a very bad time.
Normally speaking, all major organizations around the world have participated in operations to eliminate vampires to varying degrees, so the vampires are also aware of their position in the food chain and generally don't act too arrogantly.
Perhaps Frost, who wanted to become a "Blood God" and was killed by Blade, made things too high-profile, so that the vampires regained the attention of all parties.
The vampires couldn't figure out why the damn Duval was targeting them when there were so many organizations in the world.
New York under the night is a place where prosperity and sin are intertwined.
In some quiet alleys, strange black shadows flashed by silently and quickly.
Occasionally, individual drunkards, looking for a place to relieve themselves, would rub their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.
Ordinary people were ignored, but the vampires couldn't escape.
Bang! The door was violently torn open, and Xenomorphs rushed in, violently cleansing one vampire stronghold after another.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Not Daywalkers? What are these things!"
"Xenomorphs, these damn things are Xenomorphs, run!"
"Run my ass, do you know how much these things are worth on the black market? The price has been hyped to tens of millions of dollars!"
"Go, go, go, just catch one and you can retire!"
The scene was chaotic. Most of the vampires turned around and fled, while a few stared at the Xenomorphs, fanatically taking out weapons, wanting to capture them.
Bang bang bang! Da da da! "Idiots, be careful when you shoot, what if you kill them? The corpses aren't worth anything!"
"Humph, these Xenomorphs are really strange, they don't kill those fleeing fools, they just cut off their limbs..."
Even more vampires, who considered themselves strong, grinned and abandoned the guns in their hands, wanting to fight the Xenomorphs hand-to-hand with their powerful physical qualities.
The Xenomorphs had already spread all over the world. As long as they were somewhat influential forces, they knew of the existence of the Xenomorphs. In addition, the Xenomorphs that appeared were not Abomination Xenomorphs, which further stimulated their madness.
However, even the most beautiful vision needs strength to support it.
In front of the mechanical and cold Xenomorph squad, the complex architectural environment instantly became a bloody slaughterhouse.
One Xenomorph after another was like a terrifying ghost, appearing and disappearing in any area, and cooperating seamlessly. From the beginning, without any communication, they completed tactical cooperation as if a computer had calculated it many times.
Admittedly, Xenomorphs are not invulnerable. Guns can also cause some damage to ordinary Xenomorphs, but this loss is completely acceptable.
Don't forget, the vampires are using ordinary 21st-century Earth guns, not the various weapons used to deal with Xenomorphs in movies or comics decades later.
A vampire carrying a Single-soldier Rocket Launcher was about to fire at a Xenomorph that was killing in the crowd.
But the next second, his hands were cut off by a sharp blade.
"You're making it difficult for me. If too many vampires die, I won't be able to explain it."
Elektra landed lightly on the ground, and no Xenomorph attacked her.
Immediately, a vampire turned his gun and fired at her.
Ding ding ding! Elektra used only one Blade, throwing out countless Blade shadows, and accurately knocked away all the bullets, showing superhuman means.
"Damn it, who is this guy? Why aren't the Xenomorphs attacking her!"
In the chaotic scene, the vampires howled, cursed, and begged, falling down like harvested wheat. The red blood in the bodies of this group, who lived by sucking human blood, spurted out like a waterfall, spreading everywhere, painting a beautiful picture.
Elektra had no pity. She had no good feelings for these vampires and repeatedly harvested them with the Xenomorphs.
Even more surprisingly, most of the vampires attacked by the Xenomorphs did not die.
The Xenomorphs cut off the tongues of these guys, and transported them like goods, either stringing several vampires together like candied haws with their tails, or directly grabbing the collars of several guys with both hands and taking them away in one go.
In New York City, bright red blood formed a long trail.
Pairs of eyes watched this scene, silently observing.
"Another stronghold has been destroyed. I went to take a look. It's all severed limbs. There are a few unlucky corpses left there, tsk tsk."
"Who is that girl? She's a bit too strong, a Mutant? A Mutant who has joined Duval?"
"Well, it seems Xenomorphs can only parasitize living organisms? This is crucial information. Next, we need to determine how the Xenomorph's host grows and strengthens after entering the body, whether surgical removal is possible, and if a superhuman with super regeneration can survive after a Xenomorph Chestburster bursts out..."
Any normal human has no fondness for Vampires; these things are clearly parasites on humans.
Now, seeing Vampires encounter an even more terrifying group and face the fate of being parasitized, everyone who witnesses this feels a strange sense of absurdity.
Anyway, they're worthless Vampires, it doesn't matter how many die. It's just, has Duval's behavior become so crude and direct? He doesn't even bother to pretend anymore?
"I remember, that idiot Blonsky was parasitized, right? And then he died? He had strength like the Hulk, surely he had powerful regeneration, but he died."
"Blonsky might have been killed in the end, it doesn't necessarily mean super regeneration is ineffective."
In this world where superhumans are not uncommon, there are naturally many smart people making logical deductions about the characteristics of Xenomorphs.
This kind of creature that can gain the host's power through parasitism, and is suspected to be even stronger than the host, is truly fascinating. It's even causing an unprecedented shock to some ambitious individuals.
Who would have thought such a creature would exist? But now it does.
So, what is the upper limit of this mysterious creature's abilities? And... where did it originate? Did that guy named Duval really create it himself? S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
Fury faced the five screens in front of him, representing the five most powerful people in the world.
"Nick Fury, you've done well."
These five people praised Director Fury.
One of them said, "The two hundred million dollar invoice you submitted earlier made me think you were making a low-level joke. You were going to spend two hundred million to deal with an ordinary young man and his toys? We even suspected you were trying to scam for funding."
Another took over, admiringly, "As it turns out, Fury, you are still the best agent in the world, with the strongest sense of smell! That person is absolutely worth the price!"
"So, Fury, when will you be able to bring him into S.H.I.E.L.D.? Are you waiting for him to kill all the Vampires in the world?"
"Killing them all is not realistic, but what we want to know is, what is the Xenomorph's reproduction efficiency? What is their method of reproduction? What is their social structure? Is there a role like a queen ant dedicated to reproduction? Can we control these Xenomorphs like Duval?"
Fury: "..."
Motherfucker!
How could he have foreseen that, in such a short time, Duval would cause such a worldwide stir with "simple" actions? He never imagined that Xenomorphs would have such terrifying racial abilities and growth potential, and such an unheard-of, crazy way of growing stronger...
At this moment, Fury fully demonstrated the professional qualities of an intelligence chief. He remained calm and composed, as if he had already anticipated the current outcome, and immediately said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, this is just what I should do. However, to launch a new phase of action against him, I need more funding."
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After the meeting, "Dum Dum Dugan, report the latest situation."
Fury summoned his subordinates and issued orders.
"I successfully infiltrated Kamar-Taj..."
"Not that." Fury directly interrupted Dum Dum Dugan, saying, "Besides, it was one of your lucky clones who joined Kamar-Taj. His success is not your success. Also, I highly suspect that your so-called 'infiltration' was clearly the work of the Ancient One."
Dum Dum Dugan repeatedly shook his head, "This at least shows that my talent has been recognized by the Ancient One, doesn't it?"
"Are you sure? Why didn't you succeed after working hard for so many years, not even finding the gate to Kamar-Taj, but now you can succeed constantly? One goes in every so often. You don't really think she doesn't know your identity, do you? Then I would have to doubt her identity. Or is it possible that such a ruthless character who has guarded Earth for hundreds of years is about to die, and then her conscience is discovered and she decides to take in a wide range of disciples?"
"Maybe I successfully awakened the genes for learning magic—like magical affinity or something."
"You should wash your brain with the ice water of the Himalayan Mountains. Although we haven't truly conquered the mysteries of magic, it's very likely that there's no such thing as affinity at all. You don't need to absorb wind elements, earth elements, or other ghostly things from the air into your body."
"Boss, not conquering it only proves one thing—not enough money! You can approve a more generous funding for me to complete this important task. As long as there's enough money, I can even ask the Ancient One herself about this question in person."
Fury stared coldly at Dum Dum Dugan in front of him. He was sure that this guy, who knew nothing about some sensitive information, was not the T0 Level body. This meant that Dum Dum Dugan's main body was skipping work again.
Could it be that the main body entered Kamar-Taj and was diligently learning magic from the Ancient One? If that were the case, Fury wouldn't be pleased, nor would he be surprised that his subordinates were so capable. He would only think that Dum Dum Dugan had lost his mind and it would be better to find an opportunity to kill him.
For a dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. T0 Level agent, shouldering global responsibilities, joining Kamar-Taj to learn magic was, in Fury's view, an idiotic act.
The strength of Kamar-Taj lies in the Ancient One and her few direct disciples, in the endless stream of powerful magic and artifacts, in the countless pieces of mysterious intelligence and the global network of magic array nodes, not in those cheap magic apprentices!
Over the years, how many magicians have learned a little magic from Kamar-Taj and then returned to human society? Or rather, among this group of people who joined and then left Kamar-Taj, which one has mastered magic that can be taught and passed on? Or which one is carrying an artifact and running around the streets? S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't lack magicians at all!
If he really wanted to recruit people, he could definitely recruit a batch from all over the world—although there would definitely be black magicians with unclear motives and well-organized groups mixed in.
Oh, if there was a reason for Fury to nod, it would be that Dum Dum Dugan was a once-in-a-century magical genius who could make the Ancient One condescend to meet him in person and teach him hand-to-hand.
To make Fury believe this possibility, he would rather believe that Duval would declare tomorrow that he had developed a panacea to cure Mutants—just like the reason Duval gave when applying for government subsidies when he founded Weyland Corporation.
Dum Dum Dugan, as always, was only responsible for asking for money. He swallowed up an unknown amount of funding every year, which was really a headache.
The two hundred million in funding previously obtained from the Permanent Five was eaten up by Dum Dum Dugan by a third!
"Dum Dum Dugan, my patience has its limits. The next time I ask you, you better give me a truly valuable answer—you're busy every year, spending countless amounts of money, what results have you achieved!"
"Understood, chief, I will hold a brain cloud meeting with the other clones."
Dum Dum Dugan's expression also turned serious. He paused and said, "Regarding Duval, I have indeed made some discoveries. I've roughly calculated the Xenomorph's spawning efficiency. The daily increase definitely doesn't exceed five! He's captured many Vampires, not all of them are used for parasitism, he also needs to reserve some meat..."
Everyone present remained calm. They had seen all sorts of crazy scenes, such as cultists worshipping Cosmic Demon Gods and Hell Demons, performing sacrifices, etc. Duval's actions were considered small-scale. Moreover, Vampires weren't even considered people. Were Vampires allowed to hunt humans everywhere, but not allowed to be hunted by humans? "Duval's total force shouldn't exceed twenty," Dum Dum Dugan said.
Fury glanced at him, "The fact that he allows you to calculate these things means that your calculations are within his calculations. I don't believe Duval would be so candid about exposing his strength."
"Perhaps the Xenomorphs have a higher breeding efficiency, because we haven't been able to find a single Xenomorph larva or egg so far. It's uncertain how long this creature's growth period can last. Duval's actions are very cautious, he has never allowed the Xenomorphs to move with Xenomorph eggs, preferring to go to great lengths to cripple the Vampires and then capture them."
In other words, Duval likely still had a batch of deliberately unhatched eggs or unparasitized Facehuggers in his hands, which he might use at a crucial moment? "Find some Vampires who might be targeted by Duval and implant listening devices on them," Fury instructed. "We also need to be prepared to move out at any time. We absolutely cannot allow him to grow stronger like this, beyond our control."
A dozen or so Xenomorphs, apart from the Xenomorph born from parasitizing Abomination, the other Xenomorphs were not difficult to deal with. Powerful firearms could handle them.
But if the number increased, it would be a disaster. S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot tolerate this uncontrolled power—or rather, this race—escaping their control.
This had nothing to do with Fury or other agents' personal character or lust for power, it was purely S.H.I.E.L.D.'s job description that determined they had to do this.
Not thinking and acting this way would mean they lacked even the most basic professional qualities.
"We have trouble." Dum Dum Dugan's expression suddenly changed, and he tapped his head.
"I already know, a T0 Level dangerous individual is flying across the sea to the suburbs of New York with several iron boxes." Fury's expression became terrifying.
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