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Marvel: I'm not Spider-Man, I'm Xenomorph-Infested!

Linan finds himself reincarnated into the world of "Alien," becoming an ordinary mercenary, working for the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. In the dim corridors of a research facility, chaos ensues as the xenomorphs break loose, turning it into a living nightmare. Linan swiftly defends himself against an ambush, but is caught off guard by a facehugger lunging at him. Waking up, Linan discovers he's been transported to the Marvel universe, as Peter Parker. However, remnants of the xenomorph embryo remain inside him, threatening a gruesome fate. To save himself, Linan must ensure he's bitten by the mutated spider before the embryo fully develops. "But, why was it you who was bitten by that spider, Gwen Stacy?!" ... (This is a Translation.) Original Book: 被异形寄生的我,才不是蜘蛛侠! I own nothing; everything belongs to their respective owners. I am just translating the book.

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Chapter 87: Vampire Ambush in the Dark!

"Crack!"

Peter crushed the glass shards at the entrance and entered the bar.

The dark wooden floor of the bar was covered in blood.

A pungent stench pierced his nostrils.

The jukebox on the bar was still playing songs by the band "Iron Butterfly."

Following a strange feeling in his heart, Peter arrived here.

It seemed that the presence closely connected to him had appeared here.

Stepping on the sticky blood on the wooden floor, he walked to the bar.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, furrowing his brows.

He glanced at the whiskey glass on the bar counter and gently picked it up.

There was still some unfinished whiskey in the glass, emitting a rich aroma.

Peter raised the glass to his eyes.

The feeling that resonated with the alien embryo in his body grew stronger.

Lost in thought, he put down the whiskey glass and looked around the bar.

Blood was everywhere, traces on the floor showed signs of struggle, reminiscent of the night he fought with Helen.

The plants in the corner of the bar had withered, emitting a strange smell.

Surveying the surroundings, Peter slowly walked to the pool table in the bar.

Blood and human tissues were scattered around, the smell even stronger here.

Near the scattered furniture, a complete body lay there.

The figure was stout, resembling a fat sausage.

Leaning on the pool table, the body's head hung down, blood dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Peter squatted down, trying to see the face of the body clearly.

Before he could lift the guy's head, a surge of vitality suddenly emerged from the body.

Under Peter's gaze, the stout body suddenly began to breathe.

"Whew! Whew!"

The guy clutching his chest suddenly gasped for air.

"Cough."

Coughing, the stout man raised his head.

Startled to see the stranger staring at him, he was taken aback.

At this moment, Peter's body was covered in a black exoskeleton, shrouded in mystery under the cover of the dark night.

"Who are you?" The stout man squeezed out a word from his throat.

Peter didn't speak immediately; he looked at the guy in astonishment.

He clearly felt that the guy was already dead, so why did he suddenly come back to life?!

"This is a bar. Who do you think I am?" Peter asked, furrowing his brow. "What happened here?"

Thinking the man was a customer, the man immediately relaxed.

"I don't know," he said with a slight breath, "I was playing pool with friends when a woman suddenly attacked us."

The stout man said with lingering fear, "She's not human; that thing can't be controlled by humans."

"What thing?" Peter asked.

"Plants. She could make the plants in the bar move and kill people," the stout man said with a frightened look, glancing at a plant in the corner of the bar.

But all he saw was blood all over the floor and withered plants.

Hearing the mention of plants, Peter knew who he was talking about.

"Where did she go?" Peter continued to ask.

"I didn't see. Let me think," the stout man said, exhaling, trying to say more, but only muttering incomprehensibly.

Peter leaned forward with a furrowed brow.

The stout man also leaned over, as if wanting to say something in Peter's ear.

Seeing him so weak, it seemed he didn't have the strength to speak.

Just as he leaned close to Peter's ear, a sudden change occurred.

Opening his bloodthirsty mouth, the man with fangs roared and bit towards Peter's neck.

A gleam of bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, thinking he could devour the guy in front of him as prey.

"Smack!"

The next second, his mouth was clamped shut.

Peter's hand suddenly reached out like a pair of pliers, gripping his jaw tightly, preventing him from making any sound.

"Uh!"

His eyes widened in shock as he watched Peter slowly turn his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was a vampire now, with far greater strength and speed than an ordinary person after being converted.

Even though he had just been reborn from blood and felt a little weak, he should be able to resist this guy.

Peter gripped the stout man's jaw, staring at the sharp fangs and crimson eyes inside his mouth.

"A vampire?" Peter frowned at him.

Staring at him, Peter withdrew his grip on the stout man's jaw, then slowly stood up.

The stout man breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed his mouth had grown back onto his body.

Subconsciously, he prepared to pounce on Peter again.

Now the impulse to drink blood completely overwhelmed his reason.

"Hiss!"

A sharp, indiscernible black object flashed from the dark night and pierced into his heart.

The feeling of weakness struck him again, accompanied by unbearable pain.

Then he felt something that had pierced his heart lift him up.

With a painful groan, before he could say his last words, everything went black before his eyes, and he quickly lost consciousness.

"Splash!"

The vampire turned into a rain of blood, splattering on the floor of the bar, making the smell of blood even stronger.

After dealing with the vampire, Peter retracted his tail.

Although he had reduced the guy to ashes, he remained vigilant.

He enveloped his consciousness over the entire room, paying attention to every movement.

Vampires have the ability to resurrect; he didn't know if this guy would come back to life again.

After waiting for a few minutes and confirming that the guy was dead for good, Peter searched the bar briefly but found nothing valuable before preparing to leave.

As he stepped out of the bar, he saw several police cars rushing towards him.

The roaring police cars passed by Peter.

Captain Custer, who was driving one of the cars, turned his head to look outside.

His gaze happened to catch Peter's figure.

His expression froze for a moment, and unconsciously, he slowed down to get a clearer look, but Peter's figure flashed past.

Standing on the rooftop of a high building, Peter watched the approaching police officers.

With a slight movement of his mind, his tail, resembling an alien stinger, extended to his chest.

Gazing at the weapon in front of him, he fell into contemplation.