Chapter 121: Things Are Heating Up

"But the government has investigation reports. Don't you find it strange? They shouldn't believe in all this," Liz said to her friend while driving.

"Alright, let me finish before you counter me," Liz continued.

"The report says that werewolves originated from ancient wolf gods and demons. In the distant past, werewolves gave birth to a werewolf race, which fought against other races."

"Some of these races enslaved developing humans, but by around 20,000 BC, most races were slaughtered or driven into seclusion. Werewolves, being able to transform into human form, could turn those they scratched or bit into werewolves."

After a pause, Liz continued, "The werewolf population grew, briefly rising to challenge human society. By around 18,000 BC, a great disaster struck the Earth, causing many werewolves to perish. The remaining werewolves, able to transform into human form, hid within human society."

Gloria was listening attentively as Liz narrated, when suddenly her phone rang.

She answered, "Hi, Mom. Where am I? I'm at Liz's house watching TV. I might be home late, but don't worry, I'll be safe. Love you too, Mom."

After hanging up, Gloria asked the reporter, "Where were we?"

"We were discussing a major disaster that occurred around 18,000 BC. Are you sure you still want to go? Your mom seems really concerned about your safety. I think I might have been a bit impulsive," Liz said.

"We can't just give up halfway, can we? You continue, Liz."

While Liz drove cautiously, she continued, "Alright, the report also states that werewolves are basically divided into two types: natural ones, born as werewolves, extremely fierce and powerful, with the ability to transform into humans."

"They usually use this transformation ability for deception—after transforming into human form, they are generally unrecognizable, leading to countless innocents being sacrificed under the guise of werewolves."

Gloria nodded, "Is our society this dangerous? First Spider-Man, then vampires, now masked werewolves! What about the other type?"

Liz went on, "The other type is acquired, mostly cursed to lose control and become bloodthirsty killers on moonlit nights, reverting to humans during the day."

"These cursed werewolves are unable to return to human form for life due to the curse, unless someone lifts it, living a life steeped in bloodshed like natural werewolves."

Gloria felt uneasy at this revelation, "This is a bit terrifying. It seems the government has been concealing the existence of these supernatural beings."

"Is there more?" Gloria asked eagerly after Liz finished.

"What?"

"About the secret information you saw, Miss Reporter."

Liz coughed and liked the nickname "Reporter." After pondering for a moment, she said, "There's more. Some dark creatures were studied by scientists during World War II. Captain America's Howling Commandos may have dealt with them."

"Captain America?"

Gloria was surprised, "This is related to Captain America? He's my idol."

"Isn't your idol Spider-Man?"

Gloria felt a bit guilty and said, "Like marriage, I made the mistake that every woman would make. Although I initially fell for Captain America, prolonged separation led to my emotional infidelity."

"Liz: What a terrible analogy!"

As the two continued their conversation, the battle in the jungle was nearing its end.

When Peter and Helen arrived, the werewolf lay bloodied on the ground.

The "Queen," having completed the hunt, emerged from the darkness, her previously savage demeanor replaced by a sense of closeness as she stood beside Peter, extending her head towards his chest, her eyes conveying a sense of pride as if showing off her achievements.

Peter reached out and caressed the "Queen's" head.

Helen, standing nearby, remarked with suspicion, "It seems she sees you as her true master, and I, on the other hand, have become a stranger."

Peter remained silent, feeling the biological signals transmitted by the Xenomorph in his mind.

He glanced at the hunter, Mr. Kraven, lying on the ground.

The tormented hunter, nearing death's door, had finally ended his unlucky life.

The other werewolf, lying nearby, gradually transformed from its werewolf form to human form under their gaze, its naked body covered in mud and blood, concealing most of its body.

Peter approached the figure, discovering the faint signs of life.

Is their self-healing ability this strong?

At this moment, he didn't find this werewolf as pitiful as he had initially thought.

"He's not dead yet?" Helen stood by, disgusted, not approaching, and asked Peter.

"Not yet, maybe his heart stopped beating earlier, so the 'Queen' thought he was dead," Peter replied, standing up and addressing Helen.

As Peter spoke, the Xenomorph transmitted a signal to him mentally.

The "Queen's" perception was astonishing, sensing every movement in the jungle.

Though unable to communicate with Peter verbally, they established a mental connection.

It seemed that Peter, with the Xenomorph embryo inside him, made the "Queen" think he was one of her kind.

Receiving this signal, Peter roughly understood what the other party wanted to express.

Accepting this signal, Peter immediately glanced towards a thicket in the darkness.

Helen also sensed something, furrowing her brows and immediately directing her gaze towards where Peter was looking.

She also prepared for battle.

"Come out, no need to hide," Peter said to the darkness.

To Helen's surprise, a woman in a bikini costume, showcasing her exaggerated perfect figure, appeared in front of them.

"This woman...!"

For some reason, Helen immediately felt a sense of disgust towards this woman.

Probably because they were both sexy women, seeing the other so unabashedly display her advantages made her feel angry, as if being cheated.

The moment the vampire appeared, the "Queen" stood in front of Peter, opening her bloodied mouth, looking intimidating.

Peter looked at the vampire, recalling his interview with her before.

She seemed to have a good understanding of the Xenomorph.

After all, the spaceship she arrived on might have harbored Xenomorphs.

With his exoskeleton mask on, the vampire didn't recognize the guy who had deceived her before, standing in front of her now.

Looking at the Xenomorph standing in front of him, the vampire's heart was filled with shock.

She couldn't understand why this Xenomorph, instead of showing any hostility towards Spider-Man, seemed to obey his commands like a pet.

Having fought these creatures on the spaceship, she knew their terror.

Brutal, bloodthirsty, cunning, and composed hunters were the impressions they left on her.

She couldn't imagine such creatures being controlled by someone.

Staring into Peter's eyes, she wanted to see who he was behind the mask.

This Spider-Man was more dangerous than she had imagined.

The person who could control these terrifying creatures was now equated with danger in the eyes of the vampire.

"Vampire?" Peter looked at the woman in front of him, about to speak when suddenly he glanced towards the "Queen."

Is someone else coming?

"Crack!"

The sound of branches breaking in the forest signaled the appearance of Blade, the vampire hunter, following the vampire.

Wearing sunglasses, the half-vampire had been tracking the traces of dark creatures.

Appearing here didn't surprise Peter.

Blade first glanced warily at the vampire, then shifted his gaze to the Xenomorph.

He found the creature more terrifying than the vampire that killed werewolves.

Compared to treating the vampire as an enemy, he now leaned towards treating the creature in front of him as the enemy.

Glancing at the werewolf lying on the ground, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Before he could examine it closely, Peter spoke, "Good, the vampire and her nemesis have arrived."

"I've heard of you."

Seeing Blade's appearance, the vampire hesitated for a moment before saying to him, "Vampire hunter, are you here to hunt?"