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Colson's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately informed the headquarters that there was going to be trouble here without hesitation!

But it would take SHIELD three hours at the fastest to get here, and before that, Coulson felt that the children kidnapped by the monster might not survive.

Without hesitation, Coulson was about to break into the lumberyard with a gun, but Desmond stopped him, pointed at the car approaching not far away and said softly

"Wait for your comrade, brave Midgardian."

"Whether you are trying to save your people or solve current problems, go for it. I...will solve the biggest problems."

"I will bear witness to your stories, and I will see them recorded."

When Coulson blinked again, Desmond in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

Coulson smacked his tongue slightly and wondered in his mind whether these Asgardians couldn't speak normally and could only act as Riddlers.

"I've brought the weapons you asked for!"

As the car approached, the panting black police officer jumped out of the car and handed Coulson a huge black suitcase.

"Take me with you, I can't do nothing!"

Colson glanced at the police officer's round abs and serious face, nodded slightly, and suddenly said

"By the way, what's your name? I don't think I've ever asked."

"I'm Korver."

…

The lumberyard at night is as quiet as a quiet cemetery.

Coulson, who was holding an HKMP7 micro submachine gun, slowed down his breathing and tensed up to the extreme.

To be honest, he felt that everything was very bad and wrong since he set foot in this town.

If we follow the general plot description, a remote and closed town, mysterious events, missing children, hidden monsters in the dark history...

Adding up all these factors, plus the fact that Coulson is also a standard 'investigator', the following plot is not very friendly to his life safety.

"Why have I never found this ghost place to be so spooky!"

The black police officer Corvo next to him wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help but complain.

"Shut up and be quiet!"

Coulson scolded the seriously unprofessional helper next to him and sighed, feeling even more uneasy.

Generally in such scripts, although the investigator is a high-risk profession, the survival rate is not unimaginably low.

However, if you have a funny companion next to you, then the difficulty of your survival may skyrocket.

But the good thing is he's a black man.

If the black character in this kind of movie is a good person, then the chance of survival is not very high.

Just when Colson's mind was running wild like a wild horse, they passed through the quiet front door where a large number of discarded wood blocks were piled up, and entered the dark and quiet interior of the lumberyard.

Almost as soon as he stepped in, Coulson smelled an extremely pungent smell.

It's like gasoline mixed with ammonia. It's a smell that you can't say smells bad, but it's definitely pungent and makes you sad!

Coulson casually threw a pig's mouth to Corvo next to him, and put it on vigilantly to prevent himself from being knocked down by any poisonous gas.

The lumberyard was too quiet and eerie, but if he listened carefully, Coulson heard the obvious sound of liquid dripping on the ground.

In this slightly empty lumberyard workshop with only abandoned wood and facilities, there was obviously nothing he was looking for.

The structure of this lumberyard is also quite simple. If the workshop at the front door does not have what he is looking for, then what he is looking for is obviously the wood stack at the back door.

His fear spread more and more, and his heart became more vigilant, and the quiet darkness mixed with the sound of dripping water seemed to eat away at his courage.

There was a vague whisper in Colson's ear.

It cannot be captured, and it is difficult to tell whether it is an auditory hallucination or a whisper like a real voice.

Even the vigilant Coulson couldn't be sure whether this was an hallucination caused by himself under a lot of pressure.

But he only felt that he was extremely close to all the truth.

Taking two deep breaths, Colson kicked open the iron door of the wood stack in front!

"Waltfalk!!!" Corvo screamed and cursed almost immediately!

What appeared in front of the two of them was a terrifying alien scene!

In the spacious wood stacking area, there was a gray-white sticky substance that covered the entire floor and walls.

These sticky substances are like cement smeared on the wall, filled with countless small holes that make patients with trypophobia die on the spot, and still breathe lightly as if they are alive.

On top of this terrifying carpet, there are hundreds of gray-white 'eggs'. From the gentle trembling, it is not difficult to see that these are all alive.

"Are these a bunch of facehuggers? So our enemies are aliens?" Corvo complained.

"Obviously we need to destroy these things - for whatever they're worth!"

Colson took out a high-explosive delayed explosive and said while setting the time

If Nick Fury were here, he might ask Coulson to leave some samples, but Coulson, who was in the situation, felt that this was absolutely not possible!

The feeling he felt from these 'eggs', from these weird substances, was extremely bad...

And he also felt that he needed to believe what the Asgardian said. Maybe they were cruel and authoritarian, but they were indeed 'experiencers' in this regard!

After setting the three-minute timer, Coulson finished planting the bomb. At this moment, Corvo, who was looking around with an uneasy expression on his face, suddenly pointed his gun at the shadow next to him, with a look of horror on his face.

"careful!!!!"

276. Coulson’s Adventure (2)

"What kind of monster are HIVI? Can you bring a book about them next time?"

In Asgard, Loki, who was imprisoned in the cell, curiously asked Frigga who came to visit the prison.

As the second prince of Asgard, even though he has committed so many unforgivable crimes, Loki is still treated very well here.

He could always get the books he wanted to read. Although he was locked up in this narrow cell, except for freedom, he was able to get most of the rest.

"You are not supposed to have knowledge of these monsters, Loki, this knowledge will do you no good."

Frigga shook her head softly and rejected her son's request.

"Please! Mother, you have locked me up here. Aren't you still relieved?"

Loki raised his hand to show that he was even wearing a pair of handcuffs, and said very dissatisfied

"Knowledge is knowledge. What's wrong with knowledge? Is there anything worse than ignorance?"

Frigga was silent for a moment, and the graceful Queen sighed softly and said

"Well, it's really time for you to know some of the mysteries and horrors of the universe... Loki, I think you should know about the Soul Reaver King and his Soul Reavers."

"I've seen it with my own eyes." Loki said with a scared expression.

There is no doubt that the source of dark matter that infected the entire Chitauri fleet and almost turned the entire island of Manhattan into flashing black and white light and shadow in less than a minute made Loki extremely frightened.

"Dark matter is a kind of poison that living things are destined to be unable to get rid of. Even gods, if they come into contact with this substance, they must cut off the infected part to end the transformation of their own nature." Frigga said softly.

"But the source of dark matter and the soul flayer are not the power of Oryx. The soul flayer king is just an agent of the abyss, summoning parts of the abyss to reality. It is the abyss itself that takes away the souls of those lives."

"The insect swarms walk freely in the material universe relying on their upper-dimensional world, and their upper-dimensional world is the gap between the abyss and the real universe."

"So strictly speaking, this is not Oryx's power. The Soul Reaper King has other powers, and the insect swarm... is the same."

"Loki, you should be very aware of the chain of promotion of the insect swarm. They follow the laws of the evil sword and claim to be the screeners of all things in the universe. They are the incarnation of naturally eliminating the weak. Their group starts from the lowest level of resentful souls. Everyone is implementing the absolute law of the jungle. The weak will offer tribute to the strong, and the strong will continue to challenge unsuitable people to gain a stronger status."

"If you kill others, it means that others cannot adapt to the truth of the universe. If you are eliminated, it is just proof that you cannot adapt. They strictly abide by this rule, and they continue to accumulate experience in the war Conditions for victory.”

"So, are these bugs good at fighting?"

"Not necessarily." Frigga said softly.

"Many times, a single or small-scale insect swarm is not very powerful. Their resentful spirits are just wandering puppets. The combat effectiveness of higher-level slaves is only more than that of Midgardians. Even if No matter how high-level knights and wizards are, they are actually no match for Asgardian warriors—of course, this is only when they are in the material universe."

"So... do they rely on numbers to win? Or do they have any special abilities?" Loki asked curiously.

"Yes, they have the only ability." Frigga was silent for a moment and said softly.

"That is the only law they follow - the law of the evil sword."

…

The moment the white shadow rushed over, Coulson, who had received professional training as an agent, had already opened fire on the shadow.

The firepower ejected from the muzzle of the MP7 carried strong kinetic energy and drove all the 4.5mm steel-core bullets into the white shadow. The kinetic energy of the bullets was all tilted towards the rushing thing.

In an instant, the white shadow was sent flying out, and only then did Coulson have enough energy to observe the monster that was coming towards him.

It was a white monster that looked like bones.

He has a human shape, but is short and skinny, and his white skin and bones look like bones.

Most of his head was parasitized by a strange white living thing, leaving only a bloody mouth full of sharp bone spurs. Even after he was knocked to the ground, there was a white liquid flowing from the gunshot wound. Zhong was still howling non-stop, as if he wanted to pounce at any time and bite Coulson into pieces.

Is this the culprit that has been attacking this town these days?

Before Colson could figure it out, three more pale monsters jumped out from the shadows.

This time it was Corvo's turn to perform. The black police officer, who didn't seem to be very well-educated, first shot away one of the approaching ones with a Winchester gun, then picked up the barrel of the gun and smashed the other one away. go out.

Corvo then sat directly on the monster that was smashed away, roaring and waving his fist at him

"Damn beast! Bastard! Freak! You gave my dear Paige... shit! What the hell is this?!"

Corvo, who punched and kicked the monster, shook his hand in horror, which was stained with a strange milky white liquid.

He had just punched the thing on top of this monster's head, and now it looked like it was actually a living 'bug'!

The thing on his head was blown away, and the monster suddenly stopped breathing. Coulson immediately did the same and blasted the bugs on the top of the monster in front of him!

Everything became quiet.

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have solved all these problems. These monsters...

Colson was suddenly stunned. Three children were taken away, and here appeared three short monsters about the same size as those kidnapped children...

As soon as he thought about this question carefully, Colson felt instinctively panicked and disgusted.

But can such a weak thing be considered a cosmic threat? An alien that can be killed by a micro submachine gun is too weak.

And at this moment, the whistling sound kept ringing in the dark factory, and the milky white eggs kept vibrating.

"let's go!"

Coulson directly grabbed Corvo next to him and prepared to leave, and there was less than twenty seconds before the time bomb detonated!

But the moment they turned around and left the door.

What appeared in front of them was the factory building they had just left.

Those milky white eggs had broken into pieces, and countless weird bugs covered in sticky liquid crawled out of them, crawling towards them with disgusting screams!

Coulson and the others don't know what is going on, but they are only at the end of the explosion -

boom! ! ! ! !

Roaring flames and shock waves filled the entire factory, engulfing the two people.

…

"For HIVI, the evil sword law of survival of the fittest is not only their social norms and standards of conduct, but also their most terrifying ability."

"Loki, do you understand the essence of the Evil Sword Law?"

"Survival of the fittest," Loki whispered.

"They believe that only the life that can win the test has the value of continuing to exist. It does not represent strength or weakness, it only represents 'fitness'."

Frigga picked up a golden cup and slowly poured it down. The lavender wine splashed on the ground, smearing the color of the ground.

"For the swarm, the land they defeated, infected, and occupied. In their philosophy, it symbolizes the losers who were defeated by the 'Evil Sword Law' and were not adapted to survive."

"Therefore, after the 'victory', the swarm will naturally take over everything they defeated - transforming them into 'winners' like themselves."

"In other words... they will infect and assimilate all living things?"

"It's not such an obvious ability." Frigga shook her head.

"The assessment criteria of the Evil Sword Law are extremely broad. It goes far beyond just life. For example, if a swarm of insects occupies a piece of land, then those who win in the Evil Sword Law will transform the land into their domain. When there is a terrifying fungus blanket, let the abyss eat everything on that land to produce more 'worms' so that they can control more everything. It is not difficult to evolve from land to planet, and from planet to galaxy. !”