One metal rod after another was launched into the jungle, each spaced a hundred meters apart. Whenever a living creature tried to pass between them, a powerful electric current struck it.
Dozens of Quinjets made repeated trips before the new electric grid, hastily produced by Stark Industries, finally sealed off the jungle.
Adjusted to their most sensitive setting, the grids attacked indiscriminately.
Any creature that came near them was attacked, from Xenomorphs to rabbits, from cockroaches to spiders. Anything that might be infested by a Xenomorph had to die. Even creatures underground weren't spared.
All that remained was to wait for Alvin to finish fighting, then use the high-sensitivity grid to advance bit by bit and eliminate any possibility of Xenomorphs surviving.
There would definitely be some collateral damage, but no one was about to complain.
After all, animal protection agencies didn't cover Xenomorphs.
Just as everyone thought the mission would go smoothly,
sharp-eyed Rocket Raccoon spotted a Xenomorph slipping into a patch of bushes through the window of the Quinjet.
"Hey, I think I just saw a Xenomorph hide over there."
Michelangelo, one of the Little Turtles, joked, "Oh, your eyes must be playing tricks on you. You should get yourself some glasses, so you don't blow up the wrong place. Haha!
The Xenomorphs have all gone crazy. They're rushing to save their mom."
Rocket Raccoon was the kind who couldn't stand being challenged. He bared his teeth and growled threateningly at Michelangelo, then snapped, "Rocket Dad never gets it wrong. You green-shelled freak, apologize to me right now."
Michelangelo pressed his palms together with absolutely no sincerity and muttered, "God, I have to apologize to him, or he'll go blow up the toilet in my house.
I'm so scared. Haha..."
Provoked into a fury, Rocket Raccoon pulled out