Capitol Hill Deep underground, abandoned pumping station.
White Queen re-fixed itself on the concrete base in the center of the pumping station. The ovipositor extended from the back of the body. With each contraction, a new egg slipped out of the spawning channel.
Surrounding it are the remnants of Xenomorph gathered back from all over Washington, more than two hundred worker bees, forty Praetorian Xenomorph, and a dozen soldier bees that have just finished molting.
The fan-shaped head covers every inch of the walls, floor, and dome of the pumping station.
Fluorescent resin covers all concrete structures, illuminating the entire space in an eerie blue-green color.
Counting these remnants that were withdrawn from the city, the nest group has barely recovered to 70% of its size before the Triple Alliance Building battle.
As long as it is given another forty-eight hours, it will be able to lay new queen eggs. Even if it dies, the new queen will be able to take the nest with it, turning the entire Washington underground pipe network into the Xenomorph kingdom.
But White Queen didn't relax.
From the moment Triple Alliance Building retreated, the sense of crisis never disappeared.
Not from arch-rival Predator.
White Queen is very sure that the Predator warrior's spaceship has left.
Not from the golden man either.
His life signal has completely disappeared from Washington city, and he doesn't know where he has hidden.
Where does the threat come from?
White Queen is puzzled.
It is this unknown that stimulates it to lay eggs desperately and crazily, trying to exchange the size of the group for a trace of safety.
White Queen raised his head, and the fan-shaped armor turned towards the dome of the pumping station.
There is nothing on it, just the fluorescent light of the resin.
It remained still in this position for a long time.
The worker bees sensed the queen's uneasiness, and their roars became even lower.
White Queen finally lowered its head and continued to lay eggs, but the egg-laying rhythm was obviously slower.
In the temporary war room of Washington police station, Fu Haoran was holding a cup of tea in his hand.
On the holographic projection in front of you, the large-scale Auspex is scanning the Washington underground, outlining the three-dimensional structure of the Capitol Hill underground pipe network layer by layer.
The White Queen signal stopped in the center of the pumping station and has not moved for more than six hours.
The feedback data of more than a dozen reconnaissance type Servo-Skull are simultaneously superimposed on the model.
Each Servo-Skull is equipped with enhanced optical sensors and signal jammers, which are synchronized in real time with Auspex through the Cogitator array.
Each time White Queen moves, the width and direction of each passage in the nest, the gathering density and patrol route of the Xenomorph group are all marked on the holographic model.
At the same time, the complete survey and mapping of the Xenomorph nest structure has been completed.
Four main channels, six branch pipes, and three backup exits are all marked.
The total number of Xenomorph has also been calculated.
Fu Haoran Dare to let the tiger return to the mountain, never out of impulse.
"Washington is so big. It will be much easier to lure all the mice in the city into a hole than to find them one by one."
Fu Haoran looked at the still red dot on the screen. White Queen had entered the egg-laying state.
All remaining soldiers and eggs gathered at the core of the lair.
Even if it wants to run away now, it can't.
"Okay, it's time to finish."
In near-ground orbit, a 1.5-kilometer-long Cobra Destroyer is hovering quietly.
Wade is waiting on the bridge for the latest orders.
"Sir, we have discovered a Xenomorph spacecraft. Do you want to attack?"
Wade looked at the "small" spaceship that appeared on Auspex and shook his head.
"Ignore it, don't forget our mission."
Suddenly, the correspondent shouted, "Colonel, we have received the coordinates from the Governor, please give instructions."
Wade gave the order without hesitation, "For the Emperor, for the governor, fire!"
"Yes, the Melta earth-penetrating bomb has been loaded, the low-Earth orbit launch window has been locked, countdown, ten seconds."
Cobra Destroyer's optical stealth module is closed simultaneously, and the launch bay on the belly of the ship has been opened.
The Melta earth-penetrating bomb slid out of the launch cabin, and the attitude adjustment nozzle on the tail lit up in sequence.
The next second, three Melta ground-penetrating bombs were fired one after another.
The missile passes through the atmosphere, and the high temperature generated by friction coats the surface of the missile with an orange-red halo.
There was no explosion, no roar.
The warhead penetrated the Capitol Hill lawn at a nearly vertical angle, and the ground-penetrating fuse was activated the moment it touched the ground. The projectile was like a red-hot iron nail, silently driven into the ground.
The warhead adopts directional shaped energy blasting design, and all Promethium flame and explosion energy are locked in the underground pipe network.
There was only one bullet hole less than two meters in diameter on the Capitol Hill lawn on the ground, and the main building was not damaged at all.
The warhead penetrated the pumping station dome.
The concrete is melted through and the fluorescent resin vaporizes instantly.
The warhead exploded in the core of the nest, and thousands of degrees of Promethium flames poured out from the inside of the warhead, like a sun exploding underground.
The flames spread wildly along the pipes, burning through the branch pipes, backup exits, and the resin nest secreted by Xenomorph. The worker bees were engulfed in the flames, their exoskeletons exploded in the high temperature, and the strong acid blood was evaporated into green mist before it hit the ground.
Praetorian Xenomorph tried to break through the backup exit, but it was too late.
A rolling heat wave swept over and spread rapidly along the underground tunnels extending in all directions.
Whether it is Xenomorph or insect eggs, they are helpless in the face of this sweeping flame.
The sewage evaporated, the moss burned, and the flames engulfed the White Queen, engulfing the ovipositor and the newly laid eggs.
The last scene White Queen saw was the hole in the dome of the pumping station that was penetrated by the Melta warhead, and the reflection of Servo-Skull flashing past the hole.
It turns out that the lingering sense of crisis never came from Predator, not from the golden fanatic, but from the human being who introduced it step by step into the incinerator.
The vibration disappeared.
The fear also disappeared.
The flames burned for three full minutes.
Pentagon In the combat command room, Major General Bradley watched the underground heat source signal in the satellite image change from orange-red to complete darkness. The coffee cup in his hand hit the table heavily, and the staff officers behind him were in dead silence.
No one dared to speak.
There is only a sense of fear.
They found that in this fight, they became the most incompetent party.
Spy satellites have detected unusual heat sources beneath the city.
However, they neither dared to send troops nor to fight back.
Send troops? Are there any troops?
Counterattack? Attack the spacecraft parked in low earth orbit?
All the senior officials in Pentagon could only watch helplessly as others threw missiles over their heads, like an incompetent husband.
At this time, someone knocked on the door and came in. "Sir, General Fu Haoran's communication request, do you want to access it?"
Bradley Major General nodded. "Come in."
Bradley and others have extremely complicated feelings about being the only fighting force in this disaster.
I can't even talk about liking it, but as for hating it...
Fu Haoran's figure appeared on the screen. Fu Haoran said straight to the point, "The aliens have evacuated, Xenomorph creatures have been wiped out, and those with abilities have been severely injured and have escaped. My mission has been completed."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the good news brought by Fu Haoran.
"Okay, everyone, I hope you can transfer the balance to my designated account. I hate asking for balances."
After saying that, Fu Haoran hung up the communication directly.
In the conference room, everyone was silent for a moment, and someone finally couldn't sit still and complained, "Why does an Asian dare to point fingers at us? And dare to ask us for money!"
"He's not Asian, he's Chinese. To be precise, he doesn't even have a green card yet," the CIA director corrected.
"What?! This is nonsense! What's the difference between putting a spy in our army and making him a senior officer?!"
A gray-haired old general slammed the table, causing the coffee cup on the table to rattle, and asked with a furious look on his face.
"Then what can be done? Can you find someone to lead the troops to fight, or do you think your men can be as brave as his soldiers and fearless of death?" Admiral Jensen asked mercilessly.
"Besides, this time to put down the chaos, we United States military stayed in the base the whole time and did not dare to move. It was he who led his private soldiers to stand up to Xenomorph, Predator, and Super The ability users attacked from three sides and wiped out the entire Xenomorph Hive of Washington. Finally, they went to Triad Company and brought back all the people and core information we wanted."
"If it were you, would you dare to lead your own people and rush into Triple Alliance Building, which is occupied by Xenomorph?"
"Or do you think that next time you encounter a similar threat, you can rely on the soldiers in your hands who can only go around to take the lead? Pat your chest and say, let me do it?!"
Everyone was silent.
Everyone knows that this is not the era of World War II when heroes were born in large numbers. Not only can they not find experienced commanders, they also have no soldiers who can fight tough battles.
Liangjiazi became increasingly reluctant to join the army, which was almost overcrowded by stowaways, gang members and gangsters.
They will not fight for honor and ideals.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Jensen sneered in his heart.
"Very good. As long as Fu's position is unshakable, as an ally, I can continue to serve."
The reason why Jensen speaks for Fu Haoran is never because of his position, but because of his butt.
On the other side, Fu Haoran lowered his head and looked at System Panel.
The kill record starts from the first second.
There are dozens of lines, hundreds of lines, and the entire panel is flooded with green numbers.
Universal Points's balance is beating like crazy, so fast that it's hard to see the exact number.
Tychus stood aside with Multi-melta on his shoulders, smacking his lips as he watched the heat source signal of the holographic projection Upper Hive's hole change from orange-red to pitch black.
"It's over?"
Fu Haoran looked at the last kill record on the screen.
White Queen's kill confirmed.
"It's over."
The screen refresh on System Panel gradually stopped. Then, a golden system announcement popped up.
[Heavens War·The main mission of the third disaster world has been settled]
[The progress of the main mission "Cleaning up Xenomorph contamination" is 100%. The Xenomorph camp has been completely annihilated.]
[The third disaster·Xenomorph disaster, the core threat has been eliminated.]
[The third disaster·Xenomorph disaster, the core threat has been eliminated.]
Fu Haoran leaned back in his seat, picked up the teacup, and took a long sip.
The cool tea tastes just right.
The system settlement interface unfolded before his eyes.
[Reincarnator belongs to the camp: local camp]
[Final Universal Points ranking: first]
[Basic Universal Points settlement: Xenomorph Hive annihilation battle, a total of 247 worker bee-level units, 41 guard-level units, 16 soldier bee-level units, 1 Xenomorph Queen "White Queen" were killed, and Universal Points: 127400 was obtained.]
[Additional settlement: Severely damage Reincarnator leader Li John, forcing him to permanently exit the current copy. Complete the key achievement of the copy "The Defeat of the Golden Fanatic" and obtain Universal Points: 100000.]
[Basic reward for completing the main mission: free attribute points +3.]
[Extra reward for ranking first in the standings in real time: free attribute points +3.]
[Reincarnator Current free attribute points: 6.]
Fu Haoran Close the property panel. As soon as you lift your finger, the second wave of rewards pops up.
[Special reward for local camp: Resurrection Coin×1.]
[Name: Resurrection Coin]
[Function: When encountering fatal damage, you can trigger full-blood resurrection, and you can choose the resurrection location independently. It is only effective in the currently bound world and the entered world dungeon.]
[Note: This prop is exclusive to this camp and cannot be traded or dropped.]
Fu Haoran glanced at the Anchor Badge with a pale golden light in the item bar, and closed the interface.
At this moment, in the safe house, Li John, who had only one eye left, was staring at Fu Haoran's standings on System Panel, with the resentment in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Just wait for me. Next time we meet, it's not certain who will hand over his trump card first."
The third wave of rewards pops up.
[Extra reward for first place in the dungeon standings: Predator Optical Camouflage Cloak×1.]
[Using Predator Clan exclusive optical refraction and signal shielding technology, it can achieve complete optical stealth after activation, perfectly blocking infrared thermal imaging, radar scanning, and biological signal detection. It will not produce any sound when moving, and will only temporarily release the stealth state during active attacks.]
[Extra reward for first place in the dungeon standings: Predator Plasma Glaive×1.]
[Basic attributes: All attributes +4, physical attack power +55.]
[Exclusive effect "Molecular Disintegration Field": After the attack hits the target, Molecular Disintegration Field will be generated on the target's surface for 7 seconds, ignoring conventional physical armor, reducing the target's basic defense and exoskeleton strength by 6 points. It also works on mechanical units and building structures, and the effect can be superimposed up to 3 layers.]
[Exclusive reward for first place in the dungeon standings: RX-92-00 Mars rocket/afterburning turbofan compound engine complete optimization drawing × 1.]
[Imperium of Man Thunderhawk Gunship standard main engine, perfectly adapted to supersonic flight in the atmosphere, low-Earth orbit navigation, and can adapt to the short-distance jump needs of small interstellar frigates, including a full set of manufacturing processes and optimized parameters.]
[Additional unlocking of dungeon achievements: Adeptus Arbites Arbitrator permanent recruitment authority]
[10 Imperium of Man Adeptus Arbites Arbitrator can be permanently recruited as permanent guards of Reincarnator. If the recruited unit dies, it can be re-recruited after a 72-hour cooldown to complete the establishment.]
[Additional unlock of dungeon achievement: Predator Clan Hunter Badge]
[Effect: Can remove fear, mind control and other negative effects]
Almost at the same time, the clan brand on his Storm Shield became slightly hot, and a cold-glow Predator metal badge appeared out of thin air in his hand. This was the clan's official recognition of the top hunter, and it was also a token left by the female Predator before she left.
[With this badge, you will not be actively attacked by regular Predator Clan. You can conduct peer-to-peer transactions of technology and materials with the Predator Clan. Current badge level: Hunter, can be upgraded.]
Fu Haoran Turn off System Panel. On the holographic projection, the heat source signal of the Capitol Hill ruins has been completely extinguished.
Above the clouds, the transparent outline of the Predator mothership stayed for a moment. Patriarch in the bridge looked at the smoke column rising from Capitol Hill, and then looked at the plasma scimitar in Fu Haoran's hand in the surveillance camera. He was silent for a moment, and nodded to leave.
Then the mothership slowly rose and disappeared outside the atmosphere.
"Head, what should we do next?" Tychus asked.
Fu Haoran said with raised corners of his mouth, "The war is over, of course it's time to make money."