When Merlin saw that the borrowed seed was successful, he clicked the Enter key and activated the control chip.
Deadpool's chaotic commentary echoed in the tunnel.
"Hey man, what do you call me? Where are you taking me now?"
"You have really long heads, but your brain capacity doesn't look very high."
"Is your shell hard? Let me try it!"
"Pfft!"
A sharp sound and an immediate roar echoed through the dark tunnel.
"Oh! Wow, your blood is acid... This is amazing!"
Deadpool, whose body was corroded with pits, was thrown to the ground. He glanced at his long knife, now half-melted by the alien's acidic blood, and groaned in frustration. "C'mon, not my favorite knife..."
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, with a sharp screech, everything went dark as something latched onto Deadpool's face.
"What the—?! Oh my God, something's in my mouth! Get out, get out!"
Deadpool ripped the facehugger off with a powerful tug, throwing it away from him. The splattered acidic blood immediately burned deep holes in his body.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
"Ugh! You actually forced me to use my mouth…" he grumbled.
"Roar!!!"
At the sight of Deadpool still lively and healing, several worker bee aliens focused their attention on him, their dark eyes filled with caution.
Deadpool looked around at the circle of aliens closing in on him. He gave them a disinterested glance at first, but as he peered deeper into the tunnel, his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Oh, sweet darlings, is there more down there?" he asked playfully, pointing deeper into the tunnel while watching the aliens' reactions.
"Roar!!!"
As expected, the moment he pointed toward the tunnel's depths, the aliens roared angrily, confirming his suspicion.
"Aha! It looks like I hit the jackpot!"
Without hesitation, Deadpool stood up, ripped off his tattered shirt, leaving his upper body bare, and sprinted deeper into the tunnel, laughing wildly as the aliens pursued him.
"Roar!!!"
Several worker bee aliens saw Deadpool running toward the queen's lair and immediately chased after him, their anger intensifying. As they disappeared into the depths of the tunnel, something unexpected happened—six vampires who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly stood up, their movements stiff and unnatural like zombies. With facehuggers still latched onto their heads, they began marching out of the tunnel.
An alien that had just returned to the tunnel encountered these strange figures. Curious, it circled around them, inspecting them like a cautious dog. Merlin, observing from his control room, watched the scene unfold and muttered,
"Could this one have burst from a dog's body?" he guessed, noting the alien's limber and canine-like appearance.
The six vampires, now carrying the facehuggers, moved to the base of the armed helicopter and stood perfectly still, as if waiting for instructions.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderous gunshot shattered the stillness of the night sky.
"Squirt! Bang!"
In an instant, six black hooks shot out, piercing the chests of the vampires. The alien that had been observing them recoiled in surprise, sensing the disturbance. To its further confusion, the six embryos within the vampires were rapidly pulled up into the air, one by one, like fish on a line.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The aliens watched in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what had just occurred.
The Next Night, Wonderland Town, New Mexico.
Three kilometers west, a mysterious meteorite had recently crashed, leaving behind a massive crater. At the center of this crater stood a strange hammer, one that no one could lift. Even the strongest men in the area had tried, but no matter what method they employed, the hammer remained firmly rooted in place. Its base seemed as if it was fused with the very earth itself, completely immovable.
The town had become somewhat famous, attracting tourists eager to see the mysterious hammer in the crater. However, the situation changed drastically when a group from the security bureau arrived, claiming a satellite had fallen from space. Within a single day, the entire perimeter of the crater was surrounded by iron mesh, and a temporary base was constructed. Various pieces of high-tech equipment were swiftly installed, demonstrating remarkable efficiency.
As night fell, the sky was overcast, with only the faint moonlight casting a dim glow over the desolate Gobi desert. The air was heavy, thick with the promise of an impending downpour. Inside the makeshift base, Coulson and several agents stood with grim expressions, peering through the explosion-proof glass. Six figures lay on the experimental tables inside, each with a strange, corpse-like, turtle-shaped creature firmly attached to their faces.
"This creature has air-filtering pockets on either side of its body," the researcher explained, "and a row of pits along the bottom may serve as a heart sensor, similar to those found in certain reptiles. But the most intriguing part..." the researcher paused, pointing to the creature's appendage, "is that despite gas removal, this organism can still filter air and convert it into oxygen for the host."
"It has inserted its genitalia into the host, continuously injecting some form of biotin. When we attempted to remove it, the resulting liquid was highly acidic," the researcher continued. "Moreover, the hosts themselves exhibit remarkable self-healing abilities. Judging from their teeth, it appears that all six individuals are vampires."
Coulson frowned as he listened to the researcher's report. The situation was bizarre. Just before sunset, six bodies had inexplicably fallen from the sky. Though their bodies had been shattered on impact, they were still alive, their wounds healing at an alarming rate. Adding to the strangeness was the fact that their faces were covered by the same alien creatures, the so-called "facehuggers." It felt as though these beings had been deliberately dumped here.
As if the issue with the hammer wasn't enough, now they had to deal with vampires and alien creatures. Just then, Coulson's phone rang.
"Merlin?" Coulson was surprised to see the caller ID. He paused briefly, then answered the call, his curiosity piqued.
"Hey! Merlin, how have you been these days?" he greeted, attempting to sound casual.
"Not bad," Merlin replied. "But I took on a mission involving some alien creatures. The mission site is at the location of the supposed 'satellite' crash in New Mexico. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"
"Alien creatures? Aliens?" Coulson froze for a second, glancing through the glass at the facehuggers latched onto the six bodies. "I'm suited up and on my way. Where exactly are you?"
"I'm already here," Merlin replied. "Come pick me up at the entrance."
Coulson, still processing the strangeness of the situation, quickly responded,
"I'll be right there."
When Coulson arrived at the entrance of the base, a bright light flashed across the night sky and stopped in front of him. As the figure landed, Coulson couldn't help but look surprised.
"Hey! Mr. Coulson!" Merlin greeted, his V-shaped mask slowly retracting to reveal his youthful face.
"What are you..." Coulson trailed off, confused as he looked at Merlin, who was now standing before him clad in sleek black-and-white sci-fi armor and holding a mechanical sword.
"It was something I made during training. What do you think?" Merlin said, slightly amused. As he spoke, the armor on his body began to flow like liquid, shifting and compressing until it transformed into a black-and-white metal backpack that settled on his back. The mechanical sword detached from his hand and landed at Merlin's feet, hovering like a futuristic flying skateboard.
Coulson blinked in disbelief. "That... is impressive."
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