162: Chapter 162 The Person Stealing Credit Has Arrived

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The moment Fu Haoran landed, what he felt wasn't hard concrete, but a layer of soft, slimy "creep."

Fu Haoran looked at his boots stepping on the viscous greyish-white creep and couldn't help but frown.

"This is not a good sign."

He looked down at the auspex; Flower Crab's high-heat signal had suddenly vanished from the screen. The signal for the entire intersection was completely blocked by the creep, leaving only a screen of static noise.

Fu Haoran cursed, gripped his revolver tightly, and walked slowly forward along the pipe wall.

To Fu Haoran's surprise, when he reached an intersection in the sewer, he encountered the target he was pursuing.

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Flower Crab didn't run; instead, he brandished his telescopic spear and assumed a combat stance.

But Flower Crab's target hadn't been Fu Haoran from the start.

In his thermal imaging vision, over a dozen heat sources were moving rapidly within the creep beneath his feet, and there was an extremely dangerous signal in the pipes above his head; he was surrounded.

The moment he brandished his spear, the creep suddenly exploded, and over a dozen Xenomorphs hissed as they lunged out, heading straight for Flower Crab's back.

Flower Crab spun around abruptly, his telescopic spear instantly piercing the head of the leading Xenomorph, spraying green acidic blood all over the ground.

But he hadn't expected the true killing blow to come from above.

A Predalien leapt down from the top of the pipe, its tail stinger piercing toward Flower Crab's heart with a whistling sound.

In haste, Flower Crab blocked the strike with his bracer. The tail stinger pierced the alloy bracer, carving a deep, bone-deep wound across his back.

His left shoulder, which had been shot through by Fu Haoran earlier, was already heavily injured and unhealed; this strike caused a fatal lag in his movements.

The swarm of Xenomorphs swarmed forward.

Flower Crab's spear danced into an impenetrable barrier, piercing the heads of three Xenomorphs in succession, yet his right leg joint was still pierced by a Xenomorph's tail stinger.

He let out a painful roar as his plasma caster instantly charged, a single blast shattering the two Xenomorphs in front of him, but the recoil also forced him to his knees.

The Predalien seized this opportunity, slamming its tail into his damaged helmet. The massive impact caused Flower Crab's vision to go black as he lost consciousness completely, falling heavily into the sewage as his telescopic spear slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

On the other side, Fu Haoran was also in trouble.

At first, he thought the opponent wanted a duel. Fu Haoran decided to grant the other's dying wish and pulled out his axe.

However, the next second, over a dozen Xenomorphs jumped out from the creep.

Clearly, this creep shielded them from the Predator's thermal imaging and the auspex detection in Fu Haoran's hand.

Fu Haoran cursed under his breath, sidestepped the lunging Xenomorph, and pulled the trigger the moment they brushed past each other.

The bullet shattered the Xenomorph's head, and its corpse crashed heavily to the ground, its green acidic blood splashing onto the pipe wall and corroding a hole.

More Xenomorphs swarmed up.

Fu Haoran did not retreat, holding a Winkler breaching axe in his left hand and an RSH-12 revolver in his right.

His 35 points of Agility allowed him to accurately capture every single movement of the Xenomorphs, and his 35 points of Strength made every axe swing and every gunshot as steady as a mountain.

The first Xenomorph hissed and lunged, its inner jaw snapping out.

A bullet entered its eye socket from below.

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The second and third lunged simultaneously from the left and right. Fu Haoran performed a sliding turn on the spot, his backhand axe splitting the head of the Xenomorph on the left, while the revolver extended from under his arm, a single shot blowing apart the head of the Xenomorph on the right.

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A Xenomorph lunged at his feet under the cover of the sewage.

Fu Haoran raised his foot to stomp its head, pressing the revolver against its eye socket and pulling the trigger. Simultaneously, his other hand caught a Xenomorph corpse falling from the air to use as a shield, blocking the inner jaws spat out by two other Xenomorphs.

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Fu Haoran casually hurled the corpse at the Xenomorph swarm and, taking advantage of the chaos, fired four shots in succession. Four Xenomorphs fell to the ground, each shot a headshot, not a single one missing.

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More Xenomorphs filled the gaps, swarming in.

However, this time it was a bit different.

The Predalien stood behind the Xenomorph swarm, not rushing forward.

It was observing.

This human's fighting style was unlike any prey it had ever seen.

Inheriting the combat intelligence of the Yautja, it knew to wait for the moment this human cleared the minions and exhausted his ammunition before launching a fatal strike.

Fu Haoran and the Predalien locked eyes across the Xenomorph swarm for a second, and then he did something the Predalien didn't expect: he proactively charged into the densest part of the Xenomorph swarm.

The axe blade split the skull of the first Xenomorph, and the revolver was pressed against the eye socket of the second as he pulled the trigger.

A Xenomorph lunged from the side; he turned and grabbed its tail, swinging the entire Xenomorph to smash it against the wall, flesh and blood splattering.

Another lunged; he fired a backhand shot through the back of the Xenomorph's head. The bullet pierced the skull and then embedded itself in the eye socket of another Xenomorph—a double kill with one shot.

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The moment Fu Haoran cleared the last Xenomorph in front of him, the Predalien finally moved.

Using the Xenomorph corpses as cover, it silently circled to Fu Haoran's side, its inner jaw snapping out with a whistling sound, heading straight for Fu Haoran's face.

A Xenomorph finally broke through Fu Haoran's fire net and lunged in front of him.

Fu Haoran didn't dodge; his knee pressed against the Xenomorph's abdomen as he fell backward with the momentum. The moment he hit the ground, he exerted force with his core, driving his knee sharply upward.

This knee strike happened to hit the lunging Predalien's chest. It let out a muffled roar as it was sent flying, slamming heavily against the pipe wall.

Fu Haoran flipped up, grabbed the Predalien's tail, and spun three times on the spot.

The surrounding lunging Xenomorphs were all swept away by the Predalien's body.

He swung the Predalien against the concrete pipe wall—once, twice, three times.

A dent was smashed into the pipe wall, and a crack appeared in the Predalien's cranial exoskeleton.

Fu Haoran released the tail, and the Predalien fell to the ground, its limbs still struggling.

He picked up the telescopic spear dropped by Flower Crab from the ground; the two-meter-long alloy shaft and the spearhead glinted coldly.

He gripped the spear, aimed at the Predalien, and hurled it forcefully.

The spear pierced through the Predalien's chest, pinning it to the pipe wall.

Three Xenomorphs along the path were skewered by the spear, pinned in a row like candied haws.

The Predalien wasn't dead; its limbs were still struggling, and the spear in its chest vibrated violently with its struggles.

Fu Haoran discarded the axe, which had been corroded by Xenomorph blood, and was worrying about not having a suitable weapon.

Hurried footsteps came from above. The First Sergeant arrived with over a dozen soldiers, sliding down from the manhole, their M240 general-purpose machine guns still steaming.

It had taken them nearly twenty minutes to clear a path.

"Sir!"

Fu Haoran walked up to the Predalien pinned to the pipe wall.

The Predalien was still struggling, its inner jaw snapping repeatedly and its long tail lashing against the pipe wall.

He grabbed the Predalien's neck with his bare hands and exerted sudden force.

With a crack, the Predalien's cervical spine was snapped, and its struggling limbs finally went still.

It wasn't completely dead, but at least it wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

He pulled several tactical belts from the First Sergeant's waist and bound the Predalien from chest to ankle in a turtle-shell tie, its mouth gagged tightly with a belt so the inner jaw couldn't snap out.

Flower Crab lay in the sewage, his helmet completely shattered, green blood mixing with the sewage as it seeped from the wound at his temple.

His chest was still faintly rising and falling; he wasn't dead, just in a deep coma.

Fu Haoran crouched down and stripped the telescopic spear, wrist blades, medical kit, and the damaged plasma caster from Flower Crab's bracers and shoulder.

He led the soldiers back to the lateral corner of the sewer manhole and tilted his chin toward the First Sergeant: "Bring the RPG over."

The First Sergeant immediately handed the RPG over.

Fu Haoran poked the launcher into the main pipe, aimed toward the Xenomorph hive, and pulled the trigger.

The rocket trailed fire as it roared into the depths of the pipe. The backblast was entirely vented into the empty lateral corner behind them, harming no one.

The next second, the entire ground shook, and Xenomorph limbs and acidic blood splashed down from the main manhole like rain.

Then came the second shot, fired into another branch pipe.

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Seeing the system's kill notifications, Fu Haoran finally satisfied, hoisted the bound Predalien onto his left shoulder and the unconscious Flower Crab onto his right, then turned and walked toward the manhole.

Watching their superior officer carry two alien monsters, each over two meters tall and weighing hundreds of pounds, while walking up the stairs without changing his expression, the surrounding soldiers were simply stunned, their machine guns nearly slipping from their hands.

"Holy shit... what kind of monster is the Commander?"

A soldier's low-voiced comment voiced the thoughts of everyone present.

No sooner had Fu Haoran returned to the police station than a group of guests arrived by helicopter.

From several Black Hawk helicopters, a group of armed personnel and several elite individuals in suits and ties descended.

They were people from the Weyland-Yutani Corporation.

"These are documents from the Department of Defense's Bio-Security Division. These two alien biological specimens involve national security and must be taken over by us." The leader pulled out an ID and flashed it. "Tell your men to move aside."

The First Sergeant and the Police Chief both looked at Fu Haoran.

The surrounding officers and soldiers also stopped what they were doing.

They had pleaded for reinforcements all night, suffering heavy casualties.

The military didn't come, the Secret Service didn't come, and now that they'd captured live alien organisms, a group of people in military uniforms suddenly appeared saying they were taking over.

Fu Haoran toyed with the cylinder of his RSH-12.

"You can take them, but pay up."

The leader was stunned for a moment. "What did you say?"

"One billion US dollars." Fu Haoran raised his eyelids, his tone as flat as if he were saying ten dollars. "Captured alive at the cost of over a hundred lives. One billion, no bargaining."

The leader's eyes widened instantly, as if he had heard the world's biggest joke: "You're crazy! One billion dollars? This is blatant extortion! The Department of Defense will never honor this debt!"

Fu Haoran ignored him and signaled the soldiers to carry Flower Crab and the Predalien before him, then tilted his chin:

"Look closely, two living alien intelligent lifeforms."

"One is an elite warrior of a galactic hunting clan, the other is a top-tier Xenomorph variant fused with Predator genes."

"You're from Weyland-Yutani, right? You've been working on the Super Soldier project for so many years. These two live specimens can allow your biotechnology to break through its bottleneck directly. A hundred-billion-level military contract will be within your reach."

"One billion dollars for a hundred-billion-level entry ticket. Is it expensive?"

The Weyland-Yutani people fell silent instantly.

The leader stared at the Predalien and Flower Crab for a long time before turning and walking away to make a phone call.

His voice was very low, but it was clear he was arguing heatedly.

Five minutes later, he walked back.

"One billion, deal."

Fu Haoran wrote his bank account number on a piece of cardboard from an ammo box and handed it over.

Ten minutes later, Jarvis's voice sounded in his earpiece: One billion dollars received.

Fu Haoran turned around and tilted his chin toward the First Sergeant and the Police Chief.

"From this money, take five hundred million to establish a special pension fund. For all officers and soldiers who sacrificed their lives in this attack, ensure their families receive the full amount."

As for the remaining five hundred million, it naturally went into Fu Haoran's own pocket.

The soldiers and police officers were instantly stunned.

They had seen countless high-ranking officials who stole credit and embezzled money, but they had never seen a commander who distributed such a massive sum of money entirely among them.

Everyone present simultaneously gave Fu Haoran a standard military salute.

"Yes! Sir! We guarantee it will be implemented!"

The surrounding officers and soldiers stood straight instantly; no one spoke, but the look in everyone's eyes as they watched Fu Haoran was filled with genuine respect and trust.

The Weyland-Yutani people hurriedly left with the Predalien and Flower Crab.

Before they left, Fu Haoran thoughtfully returned Flower Crab's mask and wrist computer.

No one noticed that he had already had Jarvis implant a positioning tracker into the wrist computer's core chip that could not be detected by Predator technology. Whether this computer ended up in the hands of the Yautja Clan or in a Weyland-Yutani lab, he could pinpoint its location with precision.

"Boss, when did you become so easy to talk to?" Jimmy said with a pointed look. He had been with Fu Haoran for quite some time and considered himself to know Fu Haoran very well.

His boss had never been one for pure kindness.

Fu Haoran smiled and said, "What do you think I kept those two alive for? You didn't think it was mercy, did you?"

"Of course not. Let me think, are you trying to go fishing?"

Fu Haoran smiled, a very bright smile: "Of course. If the bait isn't big enough, how can you catch the big fish?"