Chapter 139 [The Cabin in the Forest] The "terrible" alien brain-eating beast!
In the woods.
Pebbles cut through the air like meteors, but they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier. Each pebble was intercepted by a transparent grid in mid-air and exploded into dust in an instant.
In this amidst the lightning and flint, a huge power grid spanning the forest revealed its true appearance and looked extremely spectacular.
"Are you sure we can call out the people inside like this?"
"Otherwise, their outer protective net is being triggered all the time, and the people inside will definitely think it's an invasion from a foreign enemy. Just wait. If nothing else, someone will come out to pick us up soon."
"What if they think it's hail outside?"
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After an awkward silence, everyone put down the stones in their hands in unison.
"Damn it, Teddy, if you could hit the nail on the head like this normally, our life would be so much easier."
Lango muttered, then took out his mobile phone and called Wheelchair Joe. Originally, he was thinking of a different way to appear, but Teddy saw the bug at a glance.
After hanging up the phone for a while, Lange shrugged and announced to everyone: "Good news, the person who picks us up will be here soon."
The guys then moved their positions and sat around on the hood of the car, looking at the huge invisible power grid and imagining the unknown world behind it.
"According to the movie, there must be high-tech camouflage hidden on this power grid, reflecting the forest scene. It may be a future world full of technology."
"Yeah, I agree. It's just like the game world. It's full of all kinds of technological products from decades later, even robot maids."
"Like Meghan?"
"Oh no, I'd rather it was Megan Fox."
"Who is this woman?"
"I don't know. Lango said he was a movie star who looked like the female reporter O'Neal."
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Just when everyone was talking about how this so-called supernatural defense organization, the [Wooden House] at the forefront of resisting dark creatures, would unfold in front of them,
A manhole cover not far away suddenly opened.
Several men dressed casually and with messy hair climbed up from below, shattering all their illusions.
"God, don't tell me that the [Log Cabin] headquarters that I have been waiting for so long is in the sewers of Texas."
"I think it's not bad. At least for us brothers, this environment is not unfamiliar."
"What I don't understand is why all the decent villains in this land like to set up their lair in the sewers of Mama Fake!"
Looking at the staff who were walking towards this side with hippie-like smiles on their faces, Teddy and others' [Woodhouse] filters were all shattered to pieces.
But Lango felt good. Since the last time he saw Quegoma at MIB, he had successfully disenchanted this so-called North American dark creature resistance organization.
"Haha, Rango! We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Don't think it's so easy to get involved with me, Hitson. We've only met once in total."
Lange made a joke casually, and then gave a high-five and a heavy hug to the guy who had bulldozed his hometown and settled on it again, waiting for him for several years.
"So." After Lango finished greeting him politely, he looked at the two people following him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Qiao sent you out to pick us up?"
"Don't mind kid."
Hitson patted Lango on the shoulder and explained: "[Woodhouse] is working with MIB to handle the case. Chief Qiao is also leading people outside to search for an infectious agent that can destroy mankind. You also know that our manpower has always been Very nervous."
Hearing this, Lange couldn't help but sigh about the difficulty of human existence: "I have always thought that it is so difficult for ordinary people in our world to live. There are aliens, angels and demons, and from time to time there are those dark Creatures are invading human society. Sometimes when you go out for a trip, you may encounter hunting games by rich people or perverts, and the so-called crisis of human destruction occurs almost every few days. I will never come to this world again in my next life, even if I go to Marvel!"
Hitson, who had also read the comics, laughed when he heard this: "Hahaha, if you really go to that damn place, then you will have to move from New York."
After Lango joked with them, he took everyone to the sewer and entered the headquarters, but Hitson stopped them when he saw this.
The old boy resisted and said with a smile: "Finally, I came out to take a breath. Let's go back in later. There's no rush."
As he said this, this guy and his colleagues around him took out their cigarettes one by one and started puffing away eagerly.
This look gave Lango the feeling that he was a worker who had just returned from a dust-free workshop and had been busy all day. He finally took advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet and sneaked out to smoke a cigarette to relieve his fatigue.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but look at each other and murmured secretly in their hearts.
Why does this [Wooden House] organization look so unreliable
Not long after, after smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, Hitson exhaled a long puff of smoke with satisfaction and waved to Lango and his group. , leaving a sentence:
"Buddha's honey"
Immediately, this guy jumped into the sewer pipe first.
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Lange, who had already lowered his expectations to a minimum, shrugged at Clarei and the others. With mixed emotions, everyone followed him one by one and climbed into the slightly dark but not too dirty sewer.
After walking along the road for more than ten minutes, Hitson stopped in front of a thick, rusty iron door.
Just when Lange thought there would be some mechanism on the door, this guy actually raised his foot and kicked the door hard several times.
"Open the door quickly, I'm bringing Lango and the others back."
"Password." A serious voice came from inside the door.
"Fake, you just saw me go out with your own eyes!"
"Sorry, brother, Commander Quagma has an order. Passwords must be checked when entering or exiting."
"OK"
Hitson glanced helplessly at Rango and the others, who were already used to it. Then he cleared his throat and started humming: "Mynameis Quagmar~~I like to say giggitygiggity~~giggity~~~"
Buzz—!
As Hittson finished singing with a blushing face, the iron door burst open, and a man also wearing a "log cabin" uniform stood at the door. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Nice job, buddy, Quagma The boss may give you a promotion and a salary increase after hearing this."
"Shut up, you bastard!"
Hitson glared at him dissatisfied, then turned around and led Lango and his group to continue deeper.
The guard, who was still smiling at first, immediately became serious after seeing Lange and others. Especially when facing Lango, he lowered his head slightly to show respect.
Lango smiled politely at him, and then looked around.
Different from the dirty and muddy sewer outside, behind this iron door is a corridor shining with silver luster, dotted with black squares around it.
The feeling of walking inside is like the space capsule in the movie "2001: A Space Odyssey".
Passing through this corridor, Hitson skillfully entered fingerprints and pupil information in front of a password door. The door opened in response, and a pattern inlaid with the logo of a wooden house was clearly visible, indicating that they had officially entered the "log house". core area.
The next scene is much simpler. Just like those office buildings, there is a front desk and an elevator. There are also staff members who are hurriedly walking around on the phone and holding documents, but they don’t know what they are busy with.
Hitson led Lange and his gang into the elevator, touched the floor button, and explained at the same time: "Here, you can understand it as a company of a special nature. Everyone is a professional employee, but our business It’s not right for people. Also, the elevator here goes down.”
"Understood." Lange nodded slightly.
Judging from current observations, the defense of the [Wooden House] is still good. Even internal personnel need to go through multiple levels such as passwords, fingerprints, and pupil recognition before they can successfully enter the interior.
As the elevator door slowly opened, a completely different picture from the one upstairs appeared before everyone's eyes.
It seems like a huge scientific research square, surrounded by a variety of advanced scientific instruments.
Researchers in white coats, like doctors, are observing their "patients" next to these instruments.
Needless to say, the so-called patients are all kinds of dark creatures with strange and cruel looks.
Rango glanced casually and saw monsters such as goblins, zombies, devil children, tree demons, etc.
These monsters that feed on humans in the outside world are now like white mice in a laboratory, tightly restrained, their bodies covered with research needles, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
"While these guys are harming humans, we are also carefully studying any methods of restraining them."
Hittson put his arm around Lange's shoulder and introduced in detail as he walked, "Just like the most common creatures, tree demons. In the past, agents in wooden houses had to carry heavy flamethrowers to deal with them. Now, highly concentrated acid bullets are needed to deal with them." It's easy enough to solve. There are also devil children. These little things like to transform into human children and abduct children into their lairs to devour them. They are often hard to detect, but our research has found that you only need to use mint leaves to crack them. Transformation ability"
Hitson shared the results of the scientific research team endlessly and talked about several methods of restraining these dark creatures.
After hearing this, Lange remembered it seriously. Although with the blue lines on his palms, he could easily cause harm to these extraordinary creatures, but if he learned more and listened more, he would be able to pretend to be in front of outsiders even if he didn't use it in the future. Act professionally.
Finally, Hitson slowly stopped in front of a door.
Under the strange looks in everyone's eyes, he first leaned by the door and listened for a while. After making sure that there was no moaning inside, he was heartbroken, and then he knocked lightly on the door.
Then, Quagma's voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Hitson opened the door, followed closely by Lange, who glanced across the room and saw that the layout was like an ordinary scientific research room, with various precision instruments scattered in an orderly manner.
Quagma was facing away from them, concentrating on a creature in an iron cage.
"Sir, Lango and the others have arrived."
After hearing this, Quagma turned around, his eyes touched Lango, and he instantly burst into a warm smile, strode forward, and gave him a firm hug. "Sorry kid, I originally wanted to go out to pick you up, but MIB sent a fun thing. I have to put it properly first." He said as he patted Lango's back hard.
Lange smiled nonchalantly. Based on the two interactions with him, he found that Uncle Quagma was not very energetic. Every time he saw him, this guy had an excited look.
Quagma waved Hitson out and closed the door, then glanced at the guys brought by Lango.
"Let me take a look, oh, Turtle Man?" Quagma came closer to the four Ninja Turtle brothers and took a good smell, then frowned and said: "It's not a dark creature, but it smells of cell mutation. It's a genetically mutated creature. ”
Seeing the big nostrils that were almost close to their faces, the ninjas couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies. They couldn't help but take a few steps back and leaned against the corner. The man in front of them smelled very strange, and they felt like a source of plague. Likewise, something bad will happen if you come into contact with it.
Quagma looked at the Vomiting Man and the others without any concern, and after taking a few gentle sniffs, he almost vomited them out.
"Fake, why do you smell like sour vomit?"
After he finished complaining, his eyes fell on Clarey and noticed that she was holding Lango's arm. He restrained his movements and asked slightly surprised: "You smell a bit like an old friend of mine. Wait a minute." Wait, your mother is not Jocelyn, right?"
Clary nodded slightly after hearing this, and asked curiously: "How do you know?"
"Ah, well, I think it's better for you not to know."
Quagma said and raised his eyebrows at Lango. Looking at the guy's evil smile, Lango understood immediately.
In all likelihood, Clary's mother had an affair with Quagma when she was young.
Thinking of this, looking at Clary's white and tender chin, Lange breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the appearance of this chin, it shouldn't be Quaghorse breed.
He then asked curiously: "Uncle Kui, do you know their superpowers just by hearing about them?"
"Of course not." Quagma shook his head and said matter-of-factly: "I have detailed information on all the people around you. I have read it all."
"Then you were sniffing around just now."
"Oh, I'm just pretending to see if I can scare you."
Quagma then smiled at Lango and said: "But if you talk about this, I do have super powers in this area, but what I need is not to smell with my nose, but..."
As he spoke, he deliberately raised his crotch, causing everyone to look confused.
He added proudly, "MIB often asks me to help because of my ability. Any alien stowaway who is unwilling to reveal his identity will clearly reveal his identity after one round under my crotch." "
".Awesome."
"Hahaha, let's get down to business."
Quagma's eyes wandered over Lango and his companions, with a smile on his lips, but then turned serious: "You are really outstanding, especially you, Lango, and the friends you brought. , including these non-human Ninja Turtles, I have carefully studied each of your information."
His words revealed unprecedented solemnity, and he walked slowly in front of the four Leonardo da Vinci brothers, patted their shoulders gently, and said sincerely: "Although you are not human beings, you have shown a noble character that is beyond ordinary people. In the strange eyes of the world, you still stick to justice and silently fight against criminals in New York. Lango! "
Quagma smiled and waved to Lango. When he approached, he said solemnly: "You should bow deeply to these Ninja Turtles and thank them for everything they have done for this city."
"Ah?" Rango looked confused, "Why me."
"Because you're from New York and I'm from Hawaii, the good things they do have nothing to do with me and a lot to do with you."
".OK"
Although Lange was speechless about Uncle Kui's thoughts, he then thought about the injustice and sacrifices endured by the Ninja Turtles. He nodded and was about to bow to express his thanks.
"Walter?"
Upon seeing this, the four Da Vinci brothers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. Their eyes were filled with gratitude and surprise, especially Quagma. Unexpectedly, this guy didn't look serious, but his character was unexpectedly noble.
After the awkward play was over, Quagma nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to bring up the iron cage he had studied before and take everyone out to visit.
The creature in the cage is a guy shaped like a meat ball, with four slender legs and a sharp mosquito-like mouth, and is as small as a house cat.
Seeing everyone's eyes focused on this moment, Quagma began to introduce: "This thing was sent by MIB this morning. Its name is Brain Eater. It is said to be an alien species that feeds on the brains of living things. Let's go, I I’ll take you to the most important prison in [Wooden House] and put this thing in there.”
However, the moment he lifted up the cage, the Brain-Eating Beast seemed to have seized the opportunity to escape. It suddenly bit through the shackles of the iron cage and rushed out. Its sharp eyes stared at Lango and his group, as if ready at any time. Launch an attack.
"Don't move!"
Quagma immediately stopped Lango, who was about to catch him, and said with a solemn expression: "Don't act rashly. Once this brain-eating beast is angered, it will release radio waves that interfere with the magnetic field. Our precision instruments here can withstand it." It cannot afford such a blow. Only by putting it in a cage can we isolate it from those harmful radio waves.”
Lange frowned when he saw this and said: "Then how to catch it safely?"
"Don't worry Lango, these guys are brain-eating creatures. They like to jump on human heads, suck each other's brains with their mouths, and control their bodies. The moment they eat is when they are most vulnerable. We Just wait patiently and find the right moment to lure it back into the cage easily," Quagma explained patiently.
He then added: "This thing can capture spiritual energy. In other words, the higher the intelligence of the prey, the more likely they will attack. Be careful, guys. When it jumps on your head, be sure not to Confused."
"Fake, it's over, Lango." Teddy suddenly said in horror: "Nine times out of ten, this guy will jump on my head."
"Hey, you're not the only smart person here, everyone is at great risk." Clare retorted immediately.
"Yes, be prepared. As soon as it attacks, you will get the cage and put this guy back in."
Everyone tensed their nerves and prepared for the attack.
However.
The seemingly ferocious brain-eating beast sniffed the air and ignored them, passing by leisurely without any sign of attack.
This scene made everyone look at each other in confusion, and asked Quagma in confusion: "Are you sure this guy will take the initiative to attack humans?"
"Of course, the higher the intelligence, the stronger its desire to attack! When it was delivered, a scientific researcher's head was almost pierced by its mouth!"
"Then what does this scene mean now?"
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The room suddenly fell into silence.
After a moment, Lango broke the silence. He said seriously: "The attack mode you developed must be wrong. This is just a very well-behaved alien creature."
"That's right, if it's like Quagma said, every one of us will have our brains sucked out by it one by one."
"Correct, it was bloody."
Just as everyone was talking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.
The fishman Abel walked in with a smile, "Hey guys, I heard"
The arrival of this guy was like a switch, instantly activating the originally peaceful Brain-Eating Beast. It suddenly jumped up, let out a sharp roar, and pointed its sharp mouth directly at Abel's head.
Phew—pop!
Lango reacted quickly. He lifted the cage almost in a flash, and imprisoned the brain-eating beast again in one sprint.
By the time everyone came to their senses, the Brain-Eating Beast had been firmly locked in the cage.
"Forehead"
The fishman Abel looked at the things in the cage, scratched his head and said, "Isn't this the brain-eating beast that gets more aggressive the higher the opponent's IQ?"
Lange and others looked at each other and nodded.
"That's right, this damn thing was just crazy!"
"It seems that it is stumped by so many smart minds. It has difficulty choosing and doesn't know which one to choose."
"Huh, I'm really relieved. Fortunately, Abel came here, otherwise we would be the ones who suffered."
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Lange closed the thing and ignored the crowd who continued to show their respect. He gave Abel a high-five and smiled and said, "How are you, buddy? You're not scared."
"Okay, okay." Abel responded with a smile, but there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.
As a scientific researcher, his combat power is not even as good as that of a little girl like Clare.
After Quagma saw him on the other side, he immediately greeted him: "You came just in time, Abel. Send this thing to the prison. By the way, take Lango and the others to visit the core of our [log house]. I have to give Lao Qiao calls and asks them about the progress there. "
"Okay sir!"
In sharp contrast to the relaxed and casual conversation atmosphere of Lange and others, Abel showed extremely high professionalism and respectful attitude. He nodded meticulously in agreement with Quagma's instructions, and left the room with Lango and his group.
In the elevator.
Lango was chatting with him.
"I heard you say that Liz was pregnant. How is it? How is the Baron getting along with her?"
"Uh, not so good."
Abel shook his head slightly, and the scene of frequent fires in the baron's residence appeared in his mind. He shook his head and sighed: "Pregnant women have really abnormal tempers."
After a while, the elevator door opened.
At the core of the [Wooden House], a cell filled with countless dark creatures, a bizarre world, unfolded in front of Lango.
Asking for a monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)