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A few days ago.
The Bureau of Bureau of Extranormal Affairs, a classified agency of the U. S. military, secretly salvaged the wreckage of a severely damaged aircraft in Antarctica.
Nevada, third quarantine experimental zone.
A several-meter-thick explosion-proof airtight door completely isolates the inner experimental area.
The air was filled with the strong smell of Venom.
In the center of the massive central radiation shield, there were scattered a dozen or so broken, unknown metal fragments with a dark green hue.
The surface of the wreckage is covered with cracks and corrosion marks caused by being torn apart under high pressure.
Several researchers, fully covered in black protective suits, are holding scanning probes.
They carefully recorded the minute variations in the gravitational field parameters outside the warning line.
Next to the lab bench, in a swivel chair, sat a middle-aged man with a slightly thin build.
His name is Hector Hammond, and he specializes in pathology and extraterrestrial biology.
However, due to his academic stubbornness, he was often excluded from the mainstream academic circle and even ridiculed as a "neurotic, delusional clown."
At that moment, he was clutching the slightly crumpled copy of the Daily Planet in his hand.
His eyes were sunken, his pale forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his fingers trembled with excitement.
"Alien warlords... Zod... Gravity engines... Such a complete interstellar colonization system!"
Hector chewed on those words over and over with his chapped lips, his expression filled with utter fanaticism.
In stark contrast to the mainstream academic community in the Metropolis.
Hector devoted almost all of his passion, stubbornness, and ambition to the four words "extraterrestrial life."
He grew up in the shadow of his Coldblood and domineering senator father, and he scorned the so-called "human" warmth.
(Actually, they are similar to Ye Wenjie; most of their anti-human traits come from their families of origin.)
Therefore, he dreamed of having a real third, fourth, or fifth kind of contact.
(PS: Categories 1 to 5:)
UFO sightings, UFO tracks, seeing extraterrestrial life, being abducted or taken aboard a spaceship by aliens, and communicating with them.
Even any contact that could prove his "advanced" and "out-of-the-box" theories.
He yearned to transcend the mediocre understanding of humanity and prove himself to those who had once looked down on him.
Deep within this starry sky, there lies an even greater miracle.
And just last night.
When the military secretly brought him to this underground base and let him see the emerald alien spaceship with his own eyes.
Hector was completely engulfed in a frenzied state of excitement.
Even more coincidentally...
The wreckage of the spaceship before them eerily overlapped with certain details described in Lois Ryan's newspaper this morning.
It's worth mentioning, however, that Lois had no idea what this "alien fleet" looked like.
She had only ever seen John's ridiculously green alien ring—
Naturally, she imagined the spaceship to be emerald green.
That makes perfect sense, right?
( Green Lantern Corps: Are you being polite?)
"How did that woman know...?"
Hector muttered to himself, his eyes behind his glasses filled with a strange scrutiny:
"The military has sealed off all airspace over Antarctica, and the salvage operation is top secret... How could she possibly have written such a 'prophecy'?"
"Professor Hector!"
At that moment, an officer in the distance knocked on the bulletproof glass and alerted the officer via internal communication:
"Please immediately retreat beyond the yellow line! The engineering team is about to take condensation samples of the remaining material in the bilge; the radiation readings are very unstable."
"Oh oh..."
Hector shrugged nervously, reluctantly looking up from the newspaper, and swallowed hard.
However, just as he stood up and was about to retreat back into the isolation corridor!
"Zzz--"
In the center of the hall, a very faint, strange sound suddenly came from the wreckage of the spaceship's thruster.
This is?
Hector stopped abruptly.
Before anyone could react, the fluorescent lights in the hall flickered several times without warning.
Immediately afterwards.
A fist-sized, viscous, dark yellow glow slowly emerged from the carbonized crevice.
Like a Leech with its own power, it slowly wriggles and stretches in the cold air.
The area surrounding the light core emitted a cloying smell, similar to a combination of cinnamon and garlic powder.
The surrounding air even rippled with faint concentric circles as the ball of light moved.
Yes, this is the lingering entity of fear.
Although John's "fourth wall" successfully deflected most of the entities away and caused them to dissipate.
However, as long as the emotional energy of "fear" is generated on this planet.
The remaining entities can then be reassembled through the collection of these "emotions".
It's worth mentioning.
The spacecraft wreckage wasn't discovered immediately; it was discovered when a distress signal was received from a research station in Antarctica.
When the military arrived at the scene, they found that all the researchers at the research station had died in an internal conflict.
However, according to other people who know them, they rarely had any disputes before.
It is even less likely that this would lead to a deadly armed conflict involving all members of the group.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
"Level 1 Warning! Unknown energy leak detected!"
At that moment, the buzzer on the control panel immediately sounded an alarm:
"Security personnel, immediately execute Level 3 decontamination procedure! All other personnel, evacuate immediately! Evacuate immediately!"
Upon hearing the alarm, several heavily armed guards immediately raised their rifles and rushed toward the airtight door with drastic changes in their expressions.
But Hector did not move.
Not only that.
He, who had been frail and sensitive for many years, was struck by the sight of that writhing, dark yellow light.
He was completely frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place.
Fear?
panic?
No!
In the barren and self-conscious first half of his life, his self-esteem was crushed by the cold and ruthless nature of his father.
They were also trampled underfoot by mainstream academic authorities and regarded as outcasts and madmen.
And now.
Faced with the impending "anomaly," his natural instinct for survival was instantly overwhelmed by the desire and fervor he had suppressed for decades.
This is... contact!
The ultimate close encounter I've always dreamed of!
"What a wonderful miracle..."
Hector let out a frantic, trembling groan.
He didn't even notice the blaring alarms around him, like a devout believer.
Completely ignoring the tense reactions of those around him, he stumbled and lunged towards the tray!
"Professor! Step back! Warning shot!"
From behind the bulletproof glass came the officer's terrified roar.
But it was all too late.
At this moment, Hector had already rushed to the metal tray.
The dark yellow stream of light still hovered slightly in mid-air.
Hector ripped off his chemical protective gloves without hesitation.
Then, with his right hand trembling with excitement, he grabbed at the wriggling yellow lump.
"This belongs to me... this belongs to me..."
"Smack!"
The two came into contact.
As that dark yellow mass sensed the immense, distorted, and extremely fragile inferiority and fear, it resonated with an invisible hum.
It then transformed into wispy strands of yellow liquid, swirling, and then—
"Laugh--!!"
Sudden acceleration!
The next second, like a burst of yellow needles, it brutally pierced his carotid artery!