"Aliens—monsters from way out there, breeding by hijacking your body, loaded with killer instincts and nasty tricks." At the computer, John Yang was flipping through files and scribbling like mad, but the vibe around him was like a sword being sharpened—nothing flashy, but sharp enough to slice through steel if you got too close.
After the mother gave birth safely, Susan Morrow and Jasper Xiao rushed to rescue Lu Yide. For safety, John Yang and Susan Morrow stayed home with Cang Cang. The couple weren’t just twiddling their thumbs—they rolled up their sleeves and started investigating, trying to figure out what kind of mess they were dealing with. They didn’t get much, but John Yang clearly remembered his daughter mentioning “Alien” a bunch of times, so he hopped online to look it up.
As soon as he started reading up on Aliens, John Yang’s eyes practically did a double-take. He remembered watching “Alien 1” back when Jill was just a little kid. That movie spooked him silly, but after all these years, he never connected it to their current mess—until now, when that bone-chilling terror came rushing back.
"Strong acid," "civilization destroyer," "total maniac," "evolution gone wild"—as these keywords popped up, John Yang grabbed his pen and went to town. Normally, his handwriting was teacher-perfect, but now his hand was all over the place, scribbling like a madman. Words, doodles, arrows, lines—total chaos. Nobody but him could make sense of it.
But as long as he could read it, that was enough. After filling up a whole sheet of paper, John Yang suddenly dropped his pen and sprang up. "Susan, you and Cang Cang hold down the fort. I’m heading out for a bit."
Susan Morrow immediately became alert. "Are you going after them?"
"Yup." John Yang ditched his stiff teacher’s suit, threw on some sweats, and wrapped bandages around his waist and limbs like he was prepping for an MMA match. "Protecting the kids is a dad’s job. If it’s just those two out there, I can’t chill."
Susan Morrow shot back, "Then I’m coming too!"
John Yang shook his head. "Susan, we can’t let the cops or the government catch wind of this. Even if we get busted later, today’s not the day for witnesses—otherwise, we’ll have way bigger problems. So, no calling the police, no backup. This is risky business. Stay home and spare me the extra gray hairs."
"Cut the macho talk!" Susan Morrow rolled her eyes and started changing into clothes she could actually move in. "If anyone’s slowing us down, it’s you!"
The two stared each other down for a second. John Yang finally caved. "Alright, but don’t go doing anything crazy—just follow my lead, okay?"
"Fine. Where do we start looking for them?"
"Let’s head to Binhu Road first." John Yang tapped the paper. "Aliens love damp, dark, hidden places, and from the bits of conversation I overheard, I bet that’s where they went. Cang Cang, when we get there, can you sniff out Jill’s scent?"
Cangcang squeaked twice right away. Susan Morrow didn’t get it, but John Yang seemed to understand—the hamster meant "no problem."
"Good." John Yang nodded, then picked up the paper. "Based on the info I’ve gathered and my own guesses, here’s what we need to prepare. First, rubber raincoats with sleeves and pants…"
And with that, John Yang and Susan Morrow sprang into action. Time for two regular folks to crash a species smackdown—using nothing but their wits and whatever they could scrounge from the closet.
Southern outskirts of Jiping City, twenty li away, in a place rarely visited by people.
Shandong is a densely populated province—normally, there wouldn’t be any empty areas near the lakes. But this place is different. It once saw a big industrial boom, with a huge industrial zone. But because of pollution, overdevelopment, and policy changes, the old factories either shut down or moved away, leaving behind a wasteland.
Sometimes, vagrants would take shelter under the broken eaves here, but lately, it’s been eerily quiet. From the gloomy, abandoned factories, a shrill scream might occasionally ring out, but the area is so vast, and the nearest village is more than ten li away. Those brief screams can’t travel that far in the night wind—they just drift away, powerless.
When Lu Yide came to his senses, he found himself wrapped up in something, hanging from the wall like a silkworm cocoon. His mind was foggy, but he could still hear a crunching, scraping sound by his ear. Alarmed, he turned his head and saw a Facehugger crawling past his face—its disgusting body made his hair stand on end.
"Ugh!" Lu Yide wanted to scream, but in the next instant he clenched his teeth, forcing the cry back down—Alien! He remembered the last thing he saw before passing out—Alien! The Facehugger crawled closer, its mutated backward fangs glinting in the moonlight, sending chills down his spine. Lu Yide quickly tried to use his ability, hoping to communicate with the Facehugger.
But it was hopeless—the Facehugger had nothing but instinct, no other thoughts. Every attempt at communication was like a stone sinking into the sea, having zero effect!
But the Facehugger didn’t attack him; it just circled around him once and then crawled away.
Why didn’t it attack me? Whatever, now’s not the time to think about that—I need to get out of here! Lu Yide struggled with all his might, but couldn’t move an inch. He was locked to the wall by some tough secretion, like food hanging in a spider’s web. Panicking, he looked around and realized he was in a rundown room, its walls covered in alien goo, like a monster’s nest.
What really terrified him was the floor in front of him—packed with Alien eggs. In the moonlight, these black ovals made his soul want to flee his body, cold sweat pouring down. Sensing a living creature nearby, the four-lobed tips of the Alien eggs trembled and then opened, dripping with sticky fluid.
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Help! I don’t want to die!
Lu Yide panted, eyes wide, hissing and struggling with his limbs, but whatever was holding him was way too strong—like super tough straps, making all his efforts useless. Segmented limbs stretched out from the Alien eggs, waving in the air. The newborn Facehuggers were about to crawl out.
No—no way! Is there anything around I can use? Even movie extras get a chance to survive—wait, my phone! When I blacked out, I was still holding my phone. If I’m lucky… There it is! Just ten centimeters to my right, just bend my waist and stretch my hand and I could reach it!
The Facehuggers were coming out—who knows if they’d treat him as food. His only hope was to contact those two powerhouses for a rescue! Damn it, why is this weird goo so tough? Just ten centimeters, and yet—totally—out of reach!
Lu Yide clenched his teeth, muscles bulging, giving it his all to reach for his phone. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw something—and froze in shock the moment he saw it. It was a Facehugger, a dead Facehugger. Lifeless, pale and ashen, curled up silently at his feet like an empty shell that had lost its soul.
"This…" Lu Yide’s eyes widened, cold sweat dripping into his eyes and turning them red, but he barely noticed. "How could there be… this thing…" Facehuggers weren’t unusual—there were plenty here. But why would one just die for no reason in its own home base?
Right then, the Alien eggs fully opened and all the Facehuggers crawled out. Under Lu Yide’s gaze, the Facehuggers acted like they didn’t even see him, crawling off in other directions. Temporarily safe, but Lu Yide couldn’t smile—he’d already realized the key point: he’d been parasitized…
Just as he thought this, he felt something move deep in his chest cavity. Using his special ability to sense it—yep, there was some kind of animal inside, but it was uncommunicative, his mind flooded with crazed urges for plunder and slaughter. "Heh heh…" Lu Yide laughed, but it sounded worse than crying, twisted and ugly. "Why did all these Facehuggers skip parasitizing anyone else, but picked me?" He looked up at the sky, as if complaining to the heavens, and his bitter laughter turned into a wild scream: "I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Somebody save me! Save me! I don’t want to get ripped open!"
Lu Yide’s howling drew the Facehuggers’ attention. Over thirty of them swarmed around him, baring claws and fangs, murderous intent in their eyes. It looked like they wanted to tear off a few pieces to snack on, as long as he stayed alive.
"Come on! Come on!" Lu Yide shouted madly. "I’d rather die in your jaws—come on!!"
Just as the Facehuggers were about to leap at him, a rumbling sound echoed through the room. Along with the rumble came a red glow—leaping flames! The roar grew louder, the red light brighter, and in the bullet-time moment before Lu Yide could even turn his eyes, a hellfire-blazing beast crashed through the doorway, charging straight into the swarm of Facehuggers.
Boom—like a hellish beast roaring, Lu Yide couldn’t help but shut his eyes against the sudden brightness. When he opened them again, he saw Jill Young riding a monstrous motorcycle, rear wheel tracing a circle on the ground, a ring of fire blazing behind her. Jasper Xiao jumped off the back seat, springing toward Lu Yide.
"You guys!" Tears streamed down Lu Yide’s face—this hellfire felt less like evil and more like heavenly light. "How did you find me?"
"High tech," Jill Young flipped her hands, dual Volcano Pistols already gripped tight. "Don’t forget, we’re WeChat friends."
Hearing that, Lu Yide was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t hold back his surging emotions and howled up at the sky, "I! Love! WeChat!"
Bang—Jill Young fired, blasting a leaping Facehugger into a spray of blood midair.
In the next instant, dozens of Facehuggers leapt at Jill Young from all directions, limbs spread wide, diving through the ring of fire like a squad of suicidal maniacs. Lu Yide’s heart clenched and he was about to shout a warning. But just then, Jill Young kicked off and flipped into the air, arms spread as she squeezed the triggers—two feet of blazing flame erupted from the gun barrels!
Jill Young’s arms seemed to blur into shadows, unleashing a wild storm of scorching bullets in every direction in just a split second. She didn’t even need to look—she could hear every attack coming. Under Lu Yide’s stunned gaze, Jill Young shot with dazzling flair, spinning in the air like a top and unleashing a full-circle rain of death, her gunfire even denser than fireworks.
It seemed to last only a moment. Jill Young landed back on the motorcycle, switching from extreme motion to utter stillness. Two empty magazines clattered to the ground, along with a rain of shell casings and splattered bits of flesh. There was nothing left that looked remotely like a Facehugger—just scraps and blood. The green blood sizzled on the floor, but not enough to melt through it; apparently, these Facehuggers’ acid was weaker.
The whole room fell silent—no Facehuggers survived. Lu Yide’s mind was blank; he didn’t even know when Jasper Xiao had rescued him. "Let’s get out. This place is about to collapse." Jasper Xiao’s face showed no surprise, only calm—and a fighting spirit that was building up.
"Nice shooting! Miss Jill, if I survive, I’ll be your fan for life!" Lu Yide shouted, pumping his fist, but then he remembered something and grew tense. "Wait, it’s not just Facehuggers here—there’s also…"
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Before he could finish, a thunderous crash rang out—the three-story building across the courtyard started shaking, as if a prehistoric dinosaur was rampaging inside. Suddenly, with a loud thud, a huge black spiked tail pierced the roof and whipped through the air. Under the reddish firelight, just the tail alone was as massive as the giant snakes in disaster movies. The creature hadn’t fully revealed itself yet, but the sense of murderous intent and pressure surged like a real tidal wave.
Lu Yide’s heart clenched again, cold sweat pouring out as he stammered to finish his sentence: "An… Alien… Queen…" The thing that knocked him out was the Alien Queen. He’d only glimpsed her in the darkness, but that sense of oppression and terror was unforgettable.
But Jill Young wasn’t fazed—she calmly reloaded her magazines. At the same time, she lifted one long, slender leg and tapped the motorcycle’s dashboard with her heel, landing right on a button. The armor at the front of the Reverse-Flow bike suddenly split open, and a one-meter-long cone extended outward. The red glow was now blindingly bright—the weapon was fully charged.
The Reverse-Flow bike was modified from the Reverse-Flow tank; that cone was actually a repurposed tank cannon. Because of its size, the bike’s cannon wasn’t as powerful as the tank’s main gun, but it was definitely stronger than the secondary gun.
Buzz—a red beam shot straight at the small building across the way. In the next moment, a massive explosion, blinding fire, and agonized screeching erupted all at once. The three-story building was blasted into ruins, and at the epicenter of the attack, a huge black figure strode through the flames. Black armor, nearly seven or eight meters tall, and a five-pronged crown like a king’s—this was the Alien Queen!
But this Queen was even bigger and tougher than the one in the movies. The scorching flames couldn’t touch her armor; the energy blast barely scratched her. Able to survive extreme heat, cold, vacuum, and acid, the Alien’s resilience was fully embodied in this Queen.
The Alien Queen shrieked at the sky, then charged at them in giant strides. Her body, at least twenty tons, made the ground tremble—the room the trio was in started raining dust.
"She’s coming—get out of the way!" Lu Yide shouted, reaching out to grab the other two.
But they didn’t budge. Jasper Xiao was like a rock on the shore—unmoving. Silver flashed in his right hand, and a rugged warhammer appeared. After holding Jing Tianming outside the maternity ward, something had changed in Jasper Xiao, making his gaze even more resolute.
Jill Young wasn’t a rock—she was like a beast ready to pounce. "Thermal attacks don’t work much, huh?" She waved the bike away and strode forward. "Then—" Crack! The old house, already battered and worn, finally collapsed. A giant slab of stone fell toward Jill Young’s head. Lu Yide barely had time to gasp before Jill Young raised a hand and caught the several-hundred-kilo slab with ease. One-handed, she pulled back, braced her legs, and facing the charging Alien Queen, flung the slab like an ancient catapult: "Let’s try physical attacks!"
Whoosh—the heavy stone slab whistled as it hurtled toward the Alien Queen. That slab could easily turn a human into ground beef. But the Queen wasn’t scared; with a casual swing of her relatively slender upper limb—bang!—the slab shattered into three pieces. But behind the fragments, Jill Young’s figure appeared—she’d leapt after the slab in an instant.
Jill Young soared through the air, spun, and nimbly vaulted over the Alien Queen’s head. With a flash of gold, she pulled out her massive machine gun. Aiming for the exposed neck behind the Queen’s crown, Jill Young grinned—wild, sharp, domineering, and defiant: "Alien Queen? Let’s see who the real Queen is!"
The trigger was pulled—hard.