TriUnion Biotech North American Research Center.
In the laboratory on the 18th floor underground.
Hudson stood behind the bulletproof glass in the observation room, staring at the two bodies fixed to the operating table by alloy chains in the sterile cabin.
On the operating table on the left, the unconscious Flower Crab was tightly fixed with a titanium alloy hoop. The penetrating wound in the chest had been temporarily sutured, and green clan blood was still seeping out from the wound.
On the operating table on the right, Predalien's limbs were locked by high-strength alloy chains. Every time he struggled, an electric shock was triggered. The compound eyes of his fan-shaped head were full of violence.
"The genetic comparison results are out." The technical director pushed the door in and handed the tablet to Hudson, "The genetic sequence of Predalien matches Progenitor Factor by more than 97%."
"This thing combines the dual gene chains of Predator warrior and Xenomorph, which perfectly solves the manic side effects of Progenitor Factor."
Hudson took the tablet, turned two pages, and curled up the corner of his mouth.
"A billion dollars well spent."
"I don't know if it's worth it." A gloomy voice came from behind.
Sanlian North America District President Coulson walked into the observation room, wearing a suit and leather shoes, without any smile on his face.
"I only know that this money was deducted from my annual budget. I will make that Asian spit it out to me, including the interest."
Hudson Return the tablet to the technical supervisor.
"When the super soldier project is mass-produced, one billion will only be a fraction."
Coulson didn't answer the call.
He walked to the glass and stared at Predalien on the operating table, with the still struggling body reflected in his pupils.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound above the head.
It's a level one alert.
The building has been invaded.
Coulson's pupils shrank suddenly and he immediately pressed the red emergency button under his desk.
The explosion-proof steel door on the eighteenth floor of the underground fell instantly, the isolation cover of the sterile cabin was directly locked, and the defense system of the entire floor was activated.
"Initiate the most advanced containment plan! Notify the emergency response force and deploy underground immediately!" Coulson's voice was not panicked at all, but revealed a suppressed excitement.
"In the central control room, switch all the intruders' surveillance images to the main screen and mark their movement trajectories."
"Sir, they paralyzed the central control system! All the experimental subjects contained in the three underground floors have been released!" The technical director's voice was trembling, "The corridor has been occupied by Xenomorph and the experimental subjects!"
The surveillance screen switches to the third underground floor.
All the hatches holding the experimental subjects popped open at the same time.
It was not opened by Xenomorph, but remotely released by Predator soldiers from the security control room.
They not only paralyzed the central control system of the entire building, but also blocked all external communication signals on the 18th floor underground. They even tampered with the dispatching instructions of the emergency response force, allowing them to collide with the Xenomorph group on the 12th floor underground.
Their goal has never been to rescue Flower Crab, but to use out-of-control experimental subjects to create chaos and paralyze the defense system of the entire building. At the same time, they use these low-level experimental subjects to consume Xenomorph Hive's vitality and clear the way for the subsequent recovery of Predalien.
Coulson walked to the bulletproof glass and stared at Predalien on the operating table, with a cold smile on his lips.
"It's just right that the central control is paralyzed, and the security guards and experimental subjects who died outside are just the right ones to help us select the strongest samples."
"Tell the security forces on the second underground floor to guard the stairwell and lure the living Xenomorph and Predator to the eighteenth floor. Prioritize the capture alive. If necessary, all non-core areas above can be sacrificed."
He has long been accustomed to dealing with these "abnormal creatures". Even if the central control system is paralyzed, he still arrogantly believes that his eighteen-layer underground defense system can prevent all accidents. He completely did not expect that the goal of Predator warriors was not to attack directly from the beginning."
There was another violent explosion overhead.
The explosion-proof steel door on the eighteenth floor underground was blasted directly into a big hole by Plasma Cannon.
Coulson finally stopped laughing.
"Emergency Response Force! Hurry!"
TriUnion Biotech North American Research Center.
Twelve floors underground.
Soldiers from the emergency response force poured out of a special elevator.
Twenty-four soldiers, all equipped with assault rifles and bulletproof vests, their faces under tactical helmets completely covered by masks.
They are super soldiers modified by Sanlian with Progenitor Factor. Their muscle density is three times that of ordinary people, and their nerve response speed is doubled.
The commander leading the team didn't say anything nonsense, raised his hand and fired at the Xenomorph group coming from the end of the corridor.
The tungsten core armor-piercing bullet tore into pieces the fan-shaped heads of the first few worker bees, and green acid sprayed and corroded a hole in the wall.
A Xenomorph broke through the fire net and rushed towards the queue. The soldier did not retreat, but drew out the tactical ax from his waist and rushed forward.
The speed that Xenomorph is proud of does not have an absolute advantage in front of these soldiers who have been strengthened by Progenitor Factor.
Three tactical axes chopped down at the same time, Xenomorph's fan-shaped head was split in half, strong acid blood spattered on the bulletproof vest, Cave pulled Ballistic Fiber and was corroded into a sheet of white smoke.
"Advance! Force all experimental subjects back into the containment cabin!" the commander ordered.
The soldiers advanced in a tactical formation, with the assault rifles firing at the highest rate.
The Xenomorph group was suppressed at the corner of the corridor. The worker bees in the front row were torn apart by bullets, and the ones in the back row stepped on the corpses in the front row and continued to rush forward.
The strong acid blood splashed on the bulletproof vest, corroding holes one after another, but it did not penetrate.
A Drone Xenomorph hung upside down from the ceiling, its tail thorn piercing the shoulder of a soldier.
The bulletproof vest was pierced like paper in front of the tail spines, and green acid was injected into the body along the tail spines. The soldier let out a shrill scream, and his whole body was corroded from the inside.
The commander turned around, pressed the assault rifle against Drone Xenomorph's eye socket and pulled the trigger, causing the entire fan-shaped head to explode.
"Shrink formation! Alternate cover!"
The grille of the ventilation duct exploded.
Three Predator warriors jumped out and landed without making a sound.
The leading eagle-faced Predator popped out his wrist blade and directly cut off the assault rifles of the last two soldiers, while avoiding the commander's fire by turning sideways.
The second lion-faced Predator carried Plasma Cannon on his shoulders. One shot shattered the bunker built by the soldiers with ammunition boxes, and the shock wave knocked away the three soldiers in the front row.
The third Predator popped out a telescopic spear, pierced the chest of a soldier who was trying to fight back, and pinned him to the wall.
The emergency response troops were instantly dispersed from their formation.
The commander immediately ordered free fire, and the assault rifle fired wildly at the Predator soldiers. The bullets hit Predator's exoskeleton and splashed Mars, but only left shallow bullet marks.
Three minutes later, the corridor was completely quiet. Of the twenty-four emergency response force soldiers, only the commander was left, hiding in the elevator shaft and saving his life.
All the remaining soldiers were killed.
Eagle-faced Predator put away his wrist blade and let out a low roar.
He did not fight with the Xenomorph group that rushed over. He took the other two Predator and moved quickly along the ventilation duct towards the eighteenth floor underground.
Their core target has always been Predalien on the eighteenth floor underground.
Eagle Face Predator didn't notice that the pipe grille behind him was sliding down silently.
A Xenomorph, which was much larger than an ordinary worker bee, emerged from the grille. Its tail stinger penetrated the chest of the eagle-faced Predator from behind, lifting him into the air.
It has an outline similar to a human face and pale skin.
Yes, it is White Queen.
Eagle-faced Predator's wrist blade was still waving in vain, and White Queen's inner teeth ejected, shattering his helmet and piercing his skull.
The lion-faced Predator turned around, Plasma Cannon aimed at White Queen.
Before he could pull the trigger, a dozen worker bees Xenomorph rushed up from the side, their sharp claws tearing at his exoskeleton armor frantically.
Plasma Cannon opened fire, destroying three worker bees, but more worker bees rushed up and pinned him down.
The twelve floors underground were completely transformed into a meat grinding ground.
White Queen dropped the body of the eagle-faced Predator and let out a deafening roar.
The entire floor of Xenomorph roared in response.
In the darkness, more fan-shaped heads light up.
White Queen led the swarm of worker bees and climbed toward the eighteenth floor underground.
There is the operating table where it was born, the body of Flower Crab, and all the genetic samples stored by Triad Company. The mother's nest is calling.
Triple Alliance Building Main entrance.
Night Owl stood on the steps, looking at the corpses scattered in the hall, with no fluctuations in his expression under the mask.
Behind him stood Flame Demon, Magnet Queen, seven or eight mid-level Reincarnator, and more than twenty low-level Reincarnator.
Steel Husk stood at the back of the team, his mechanical eyes flashing red, scanning the structure of the entire building.
There is also a man in the team with blue current wrapped around his hands, named Thunderstorm, who is the brother of Arc and the main AOE output in the team.
Their mission was originally to find out the location of Xenomorph's lair, but the surveillance footage of Triple Alliance Building intercepted by Steel Husk made Night Owl change his mind.
There are not only a large number of Xenomorph and Predator fighters, but also an entire underground biological laboratory, which is full of high-value genetic samples and alien technology.
"Xenomorph and Predator are not in a hurry to kill them." Night Owl's voice was cold. "First clear out the things in the laboratory. If they are blocking the way, just clear them out."
Reincarnator had a accustomed smile on their faces.
For them, the weak natives are much easier to kill than Xenomorph, and they can also loot the laboratory and make a profit without losing money.
A female clerk climbed out of the cupboard in the tea room, her face full of tears, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly towards the leader Reincarnator.
"Great, you are finally here... I know where the laboratory is, I will take you there, please help me..."
Thunderstorm casually threw out a blue current.
The female clerk didn't even scream, she was turned into charcoal by the electric shock and fell next to the cabinet.
"Noisy."
Night Owl glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said without any ripples in his voice, "Steel Husk, crack the access control on the eighteenth floor underground and open the blast door within three minutes."
"For the remaining people, clear out all the living creatures along the way, whether they are natives, Xenomorph or Predator, kill all those who block the road."
The Reincarnators showed greedy smiles on their faces. For them, these unarmed natives, like Xenomorph, were targets for killing Universal Points.
Over Washington.
Twelve thousand meters.
A mixed formation of four F-15Cs, four F-16Cs, two F/A-18Fs, plus two F-22 Raptorss is speeding in the direction of Triple Alliance Building.
An unknown signal popped up on the HUD of the lead pilot, Colonel Brian. A small aircraft, traveling at Mach 2.8, was descending from the clouds.
"Target locked, AIM-120 ready."
Two F-15s opened fire first.
Four Air-to-Air Missile shot out from under the wing with trailing flames.
The missile was blocked by an orange energy shield.
The shock wave only shook the Predator fighter plane, but the fuselage was not damaged.
The Predator fighter jet made a sharp turn and fired two Plasma Cannon rounds.
The two F-15s had no time to dodge and were hit directly on the fuselage, exploding into two fireballs in the air.
"Farke! The target has an energy shield!"
"Wait, it turned around, it's coming towards us!"
"Cannon ready!"
The formation dispersed instantly.
The F-16 relied on its high thrust-to-weight ratio to bite the tail of the Predator fighter, and opened fire with the 20mm Vulcan Autocannon.
The armor-piercing bullet hit the energy shield, splashing an orange light spot, and the brightness of the energy shield became darker and darker.
The Predator fighter suddenly pulled up, and the F-16 pursued it too closely. It was hit by the tail flame of Plasma Cannon on its left wing, and it spiraled towards the ground.
F/A-18 penetrated from the side and fired two missiles. The energy shield of the Predator fighter finally shattered.
Brian seized the opportunity and drove the F-22 from the six o'clock direction. Vulcan Autocannon opened fire, and the armor-piercing bullet directly smashed the cockpit of the Predator fighter into a sieve.
The Predator fighter jet emitted black smoke, plunged in the direction of Washington Monument, and exploded into a huge fireball on the ground.
One Predator fighter plane was replaced by two F-15s, one F-16 and one F/A-18.
Brian Before he could take a breath, twelve red dots suddenly popped up on the radar screen.
Twelve Predator fighters flew out from the mothership and instantly locked onto the remaining mixed formation.
"Warning! A large number of enemy targets are approaching! Twelve in number!"
"Retreat! Retreat at full speed!"
While the formation was fighting and retreating, two more F-15s and one F-16 were hit by Plasma Cannon. The F/A-18's supersonic capability was not as good as that of the F-22, and it was bitten by two Predator fighters, and the cannons were swept into fireballs.
In the end, only two F-22s, Brian and his wingman, were left, as well as an injured F-16.
Brian's left wing was scratched and half of the hardpoint was melted off.
He gritted his teeth and pulled up the fighter jet, turned on supersonic cruise at full speed, and reached a top speed of Mach 2.25. The Predator fighter jet chased it for less than 20 kilometers before being thrown away.
Twelve Predator fighters turned around and returned.
Their mission is to clear the airspace above Triple Alliance Building and cover the ground team's recovery of Predalien.
Now that the airspace is completely under control, there is no need to waste fuel for an F-22 with residual health.
Brian landed on the runway of the air force base. When the canopy popped open, the ground crew saw that his hands were still shaking.
In the entire mixed formation, twelve fighters went out and three came back.
Pentagon combat command room.
Bradley Major General stared at the battle report scrolling on the screen, and the color on his face faded little by little.
All four F-15s crashed, only one of the four F-16s returned with injuries, and the two F/A-18s were not spared. Twelve fighters went out and three came back. Only one fighter was lost on the opposite side.
He smashed the coffee cup on the table, sending porcelain shards flying everywhere.
"Fourth-generation aircraft are all targets in front of alien fighters! What the hell are they flying! The F-15 can't even lock the missiles! The F-16 can't penetrate it if it bites! The F-18 can't even keep up with the supersonic speed!"
None of the staff members dared to answer the call.
"Only the F-22 can fight." Bradley's voice was lowered, as if squeezed out from between the teeth, "Stealth can get close, supersonic cruise can bite. Except for the F-22, all fighters currently in service are scrap metal."
Everyone knows that the Predator fighter's speed, maneuverability, and weapon system comprehensively crush the United States military fourth-generation fighter, and only the F-22 can barely compete.
Bradley turned around and looked at the big screen behind him, which also showed the scene of Brian shooting down the Predator fighter jet.
"Get me the Secretary of Defense. The F-22 production line must be restarted immediately."
A staff officer said cautiously, "General, the F-22 production line was closed in 2011. All Lockheed Martin company's tooling equipment has been sealed, and the supporting suppliers have long ago switched production."
"Restarting the production line will take two years just to restore the work equipment, and the budget will start with at least US$900 million."
"What can we do?!" Bradley punched the table, "If we don't restart, what will we take to the sky next time the alien fighters come again? Take the F-35? The maximum speed of that thing is only Mach 1.6, which is not even as good as the F-16!"
Another staff officer pushed open the door and came in with an ugly look on his face.
"General, the response from the Department of Defense is that the proposal to restart the F-22 production line was rejected by the Congressional Budget Committee last year."
"The reason is that the cost is too high and the F-35 is enough."
"In addition, the export ban on the F-22 is still in place, so restarting the production line can only rely on domestic orders, and the cost of a single aircraft will soar to more than 200 million US dollars."
"And Lockheed Martin's tooling has been sealed for three years, and it will take at least two years to restore it."
Bradley stared at the staff officer for five seconds.
Then he put the pieces of the coffee cup he was holding on the table piece by piece, and his voice suddenly calmed down.
"Then go to Congress and tell them that the sky over Washington was cleared by alien fighter planes today. Twelve fighter planes went out and three came back."
"If they think the F-35 can withstand it, let them come to the front lines and see for themselves."
However, what Bradley doesn't know is that the most important reason why Lockheed Martin company is reluctant to resume production is that they have sold the F-22 production line!
As the final buyer, Fu Haoran had no idea that he was about to wait for a group of "fat sheep" who were willing to spend a lot of money.