The group flew north, and Zheng Xian needed to hitch a ride on the Cloak as well. After all, only the Cloak of Levitation was fast enough.
Even though his slicked-back hair had been blown into a bird's nest, they arrived at the scene five seconds later.
Ord had already been knocked to the ground by the Monkey King. He lay motionless in a clearing among the trees not far away, his dark brown skin glistening damply.
The agents on site had sealed off the area and greeted Zheng Xian upon his arrival.
Director Zheng returned their greetings with a smile, then his expression turned stern. He flung the cloth wrap around his spear into the air, and the formerly rust-covered weapon burst into Golden Light in his hand.
He walked over to the fallen Alien and carefully prodded it several times with the tip of his spear.
The sharp spearhead made a faint sound against its skin, as though invisible scales lay beneath it.
"Deathstroke? Take a look."
Su Ming, who had circled the Alien once, did not rush closer. Instead, he had Strangle extend black tendrils and burrow into that crocodile-like head without a huge mouth.
"It's fake! Everyone, spread out!"
Strangle sent back alarming information the next second. Su Ming immediately warned everyone around him in Chinese, then flashed toward Old Zheng, scooped up the motionless "person" from the ground, and hurled it into the sky.
Fortunately, Su Ming had Symbiotes and a habit of reading other people's memories. The moment Strangle entered the target's head and found no brain inside, Su Ming knew something was wrong.
The Aliens who had arrived on Earth had been a pair. There was no reason for the female to have a brain while the male did not, right?
Its skull