Xenomorph and Predator

The air fell into a momentary silence.

The fashionable woman stopped screaming, and the armed chubby man's hand, clutching his throat, froze in mid-air. As for the newcomers waking up in shock from their hospital beds, they stared at the youth's clearly broken neck, dumbfounded and trembling.

"Kill..." A woman who looked like a housewife had her lips quivering uncontrollably. "Murder--!"

She let out a terrified shriek and, without hesitation, bolted toward the corridor outside the ward, shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Someone help! Murder! There's a killer here!"

She roared at the nurse outside in the hallway.

She reached out, intending to grab the nurse by the collar.

And then--

She froze in mid-air.

Her hand could not touch the nurse.

Her feet could not step beyond the confines of the ward.

A golden light barrier, as resilient as glue, manifested before everyone's eyes the moment she tried to flee the room. No matter how she struggled or screamed, she could not escape the obstruction of this barrier.

The newcomers quieted down.

They realized one thing, a terrifying thing. What was happening to them had clearly transcended the laws of reality. Yet, if this were the work of ghosts or gods, the entity that might be called a 'ghost or god' had already become a corpse in their eyes.

Si Ming's gaze shifted.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist; the black-and-white screen had already displayed specific content.

"Main Mission: Survive for 6 hours and board the evacuation helicopter before the countdown ends. Failure penalty: None." He read the line aloud. He noticed that the six-hour countdown below it had not yet begun.

Everything had yet to start. And he vaguely remembered that the first generation of the original had a basic rule--

"What is the Main God?" he asked casually, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

The chubby man clutching his throat had a spark in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something. But Si Ming was one step faster.

"...I see. As long as one thinks along the lines of the term 'Main God', one can recall the information?"

It was indeed so.

When he spoke the word Main God, thought of it, and extended his reasoning to the question 'What is the Main God?', the corresponding answer naturally appeared in his mind.

The answer told him that the Main God was a great existence spanning infinite worlds. For some reason, this great existence selected personnel from various worlds. Those chosen by it, who responded to its call, would become Reincarnators. They traveled through numerous reincarnation worlds and completed various missions. Every time a main mission in a world was completed, the Reincarnator could return to the rest space with generous rewards. Following that, another battle would begin.

The cause and effect were almost identical to what he already knew. And after he completed this verbal prompt, that solemn and majestic voice echoed in his ears once more.

--[Basic information briefing complete. Reincarnator Si Ming, received 200 reward points.]

It was just as he thought.

He glanced back at the heavily armed chubby man, a faint, mocking smile on his face. He reached out, and under the man's fear and rigidity, snatched a pistol from his tactical belt. The model of the gun was slightly familiar in Si Ming's memory.

"Samurai Edge, Albert Model. Quite retro." Fragments of memory were easily captured by him. The strengthening and integration of his soul allowed him to clearly recall every scene from his past experiences.

"This... this is my gun..." the chubby man muttered. He even showed a slight sign of wanting to act.

Interesting.

Even in the first-generation Main God space, the price of a pistol would not exceed 10 reward points. Compared to the guaranteed one thousand points for completing a single main mission, it was simply negligible. Unless, this gun was special.

The safety was flicked off, and Si Ming raised his hand. Aiming at the side of the chubby man's ear, he pulled the trigger firmly toward an empty hospital bed behind him.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-- The gun fired, eighteen shots in total. They tore into the quilt and pillow on the hospital bed, even though the Samurai Edge's magazine capacity should have been fifteen.

The casings ejected, yet the weight of the gun did not change.

It was a special weapon with infinite ammunition. Its price would be more than ten times that of a standard firearm.

"You just tried to aim your gun at me," Si Ming said flatly, engaging the safety of the pistol before sliding it into his own casual pants pocket. He then reached out and patted the man on the shoulder. "This is the price. Do you accept it?"

If he did not accept it, he would naturally suffer the consequences. For a dark, obscure aura had already been silently pressed into the chubby man's scapula.

This aura would not last long.

It was merely a simple application of Battle Qi.

The chubby man's face turned pale, his eyes filled with terror. He stood where he was, not daring to move a muscle.

"Very good." Si Ming nodded.

He was now, as a matter of course, the leader of this Reincarnation Team.

His gaze shifted, sweeping over the newcomers. Counting the dead and living veterans, the number of people in the ward totaled nine.

"Has anyone seen the movie Alien vs. Predator 2? Tell me about its content."

He had actually seen the movie, but he knew better that he was likely an intruder from an outer multiverse, or perhaps even a higher dimension. The version he knew might differ from the one the people here had watched. It was best to hear what the local Reincarnators had to say.

One second, two seconds. The newcomers looked at each other, and the veterans remained silent.

It was only natural that the veterans didn't know; it was precisely because of their initial shock and confusion that Si Ming knew none of them held captain authority, nor had anyone unlocked their Gene Lock. Their highest level of enhancement would not exceed C-rank, and everything was operating exactly as he had anticipated.

However, the newcomers...

He frowned slightly.

This frown perhaps served as a form of intimidation.

"I, I know!" A bespectacled student raised his hand timidly, speaking under his gaze.

"I've seen it, I've seen this movie. It only came out in December—it's about the Predalien that hatched on the Yautja ship from the post-credits scene of the first movie. It causes chaos, the ship crashes on Earth, and then a Predalien and many Facehuggers escape from the wreckage..."

He swallowed hard, struggling to recount the details he knew.

"Two hunters were parasitized and died. Then there were the homeless people in the sewers... and then the Yautja mothership sent a cleaner Yautja. After checking the wreckage, it went to hunt the aliens. Oh, and it blew up the ship too."

"Then... then the Yautja and the alien fought in the sewers. During the fight, the alien ran off and started parasitizing and killing people all over the ground... first at a diner, then at a school... The male lead and the police called for help, then went to a gun shop. The power plant was destroyed by the Yautja, and the military was wiped out by the aliens. A colonel told the survivors to head to the city center. But a female soldier with the male lead didn't trust the military, so she took the remaining people to the hospital... Right, there's a helicopter on top of the hospital."

"Then the female lead was killed by the Yautja inside the hospital. They started shooting at the Yautja. The Yautja and the alien had their final showdown at the hospital too. In the end, the male lead, the female soldier, and a few others boarded the helicopter. The Yautja and the Predalien killed each other on the rooftop. The military came and dropped a nuke, so everyone in the city died except for the male lead and his group... That's about it."

He had certainly tried his best to recount it.

And that was indeed the general plot of the movie.

Because of budget constraints or some other reason, the movie had made all the scenes so dark that ordinary viewers could usually only remember a few fight scenes, unable to recall the human subplots or interpersonal conflicts that were irrelevant to the film anyway. But at least, the audience could still understand the cause and effect of everything.

Si Ming nodded.

"About the same as what I know. Then, in six hours, the nuke should drop right on time." Si Ming glanced at the sky outside the window. It was around dusk now. Night would fall soon, and the aliens would emerge from the ground.

"This is the hospital. You can only complete the mission by boarding the helicopter. You have two choices. First, go to the rooftop immediately and hide inside the helicopter until the time limit is reached. Second, there is another helicopter at the airport. Find a car and go there now; you can make it within six hours on foot."

He paused, sweeping his gaze over each of them. He did not smell the scent of courage on them.

"If you stay here, it should still be a while before the aliens appear. They might go out of their way to come here because people are hiding on the roof, or they might follow the original plot and stay within the hospital to expand their brood. If you choose to go to the airport, as long as you don't take the road past the power plant, you likely won't encounter the aliens or the Yautja. However, the military responsible for sealing off information might discover you, or you might run straight into them."

"Choose one; both have risks. You decide your own fate."

Silence.

The newcomers looked at each other once again.

The fashionable woman who had been at a loss earlier seized the opportunity to interject.

"Why don't you thank the lord for pointing out the right path for you?" She stepped forward, nearly pressing herself against Si Ming. Her beautiful face was full of a destructive, fawning affectation. "Whatever the lord says, we shall do."

She tried to hug Si Ming's arm.

However, the next moment, Si Ming pushed her away forcefully. Because as she drew near, he sensed a faint stench.

"A fishy smell; stay away from me." His movements were decisive, his words cold.

Pushed to the side, the fashionable woman's face turned red and then white. Tears were about to fall. But in the end, she dared not do anything.

The bespectacled college student who had stood up to explain the movie plot earlier gathered his courage and spoke.

"What about you? Are... are you not going to look after us?"

"I have things I want to do." Si Ming used the tip of his shoe to flip over the young man's corpse. After his gaze swept over the others, he was not surprised to see a calcified One Tomoe eye in the covered right socket. Clearly, this was a D-rank, or at most a DD-rank enhancement. It was fitting for a rookie veteran who had completed at most two or three main missions.

There was no need to waste time on them.

He was also not particularly good at collaborating with strangers.

"Since we were sent here, we will sooner or later run into the aliens of this world. Rather than staying here and leaving it to fate, hunkering down to stall for time, I prefer to seize a bit of initiative."

He reached out and plucked the One Tomoe eye. Although he didn't know if someone who wasn't from the Naruto world could hot-swap a Sharingan, having it in his hand was better than leaving it here.

The countdown on his watch began to run.

A breeze passed through the ward, and the voices outside the corridor suddenly became vivid.

The next moment, a newcomer who had not said a word earlier shouted loudly and scrambled toward the corridor, crawling and tumbling.

"Murder!" he screamed. "Call the police! Someone killed someone here!"

It was not very unexpected.

Si Ming shook his head, no longer paying attention to these newcomers or the veteran. He simply stepped forward and took another path.

A path that no one followed.