I have a wizarding world

America, New York.

On the street, a huge television screen was playing footage of the Pirate II's return.

In fact, the footage was from NASA's recordings. In reality, Pirate II had already secretly landed in the ocean, a hundred-plus kilometers from New York, a day earlier.

People on the street all stopped and stood watching the television screen.

Homes, schools, supermarkets, hospitals…

Various public and even private places, wherever there were people, they were watching this scene either on computers or mobile phones.

“People all over the world, after three months and seven days, Pirate II has successfully returned to Earth. Although we were unable to land on Mars, this day is a great day for all humans on Earth. Bruce, let us remember this great name…”

In the program, the host was emotional and impassioned.

Not only the American people, but everyone in the world felt a sense of pride at this moment.

Just like the first time humans landed on the moon.

This manned flight from Earth to Mars was even more significant than the moon landing. In the future, only humans flying out of the solar system might cause a bigger sensation.

New York, NASA's secret division.

“Doctor Davis!”

A burly black man walked into the ward, accompanied by a bald doctor wearing glasses.

The nurse in the white uniform respectfully greeted him, then glanced at the burly black man.

He looked familiar, but she didn't know who he was.

“You can go out first.”

The bald doctor called Davis instructed, watching the nurse leave the ward.

“How is he? Can he be saved?”

The burly black man asked as soon as the nurse left the ward.

“Director,” Davis closed his eyes and shook his head, “His lungs and kidneys were almost shattered due to the impact during landing, plus the rescue time was too long…”

Hearing this, the black director's eyes turned slightly red. Five excellent federal astronauts were lost in this Mars exploration program.

No one knew better than him the cost of training an excellent astronaut.

And now, this situation was caused by a decision made on a whim by the person in the White House.

That's right!

The whole world was cheering now, but did they know the truth?

They didn't know.

They didn't even know that there were six astronauts who landed on Mars. Under the secrecy of the federal government and NASA, everyone thought that only Bruce went to Mars.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

The door of the ward was knocked.

The NASA director wiped the corner of his eye when no one was paying attention: “Come in!”

Bruce was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by a nurse.

“Why are you here?” The director quickly greeted him, squatting down to look at him, “You need to rest now.”

Bruce was covered in bandages, his eyeballs were unnaturally red, looking as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

“Director, I'm here to resign.”

“What? Bruce, you…”

The black director was a little surprised. He didn't understand why Bruce, who was now being hailed as a hero, would choose to resign.

But thinking of Jerry lying in the hospital bed, and the four astronauts who had already sacrificed, he somewhat understood Bruce's choice.

…

“Another drink, hic!”

Bruce's face was flushed, he hiccuped, sitting at the bar, reeking of alcohol.

“Sir, you've had too much to drink, do you need…”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Bruce shook his golden hair, glared at the bartender, and scolded, “Are… hic, are you worried I can't pay for my drink?”

After speaking, he groped up and down, as if looking for his wallet.

“I'll buy this one.”

At this moment, a blonde, long-legged girl walked over, looking at Bruce with fervent eyes.

Bruce was only in his early thirties. As an excellent NASA astronaut, his resume was brilliant.

Even if he was drowning his sorrows in a bar, his dress and temperament were different from ordinary drunkards.

Bars were not only places for men to hunt for women, but also for some women to hunt for men.

The bartender glanced at the blonde girl with heavy eye makeup, shrugged, and handed over a glass of whiskey.

“Handsome, drinking such strong liquor, do you have something on your mind?”

The blonde girl casually smoothed her hair, and a strong scent of perfume wafted into Bruce's nose.

The drunken Bruce couldn't even tell what kind of perfume it was, he just felt it didn't smell very good. He took the whiskey and took a sip.

“Thank… thanks.”

“You don't look like a local New Yorker, where are you from…”

“……”

As the bartender had guessed, Bruce, with his arm around the scantily clad blonde girl, staggered out of the bar. The bartender, who had worked here for more than a year, was used to this kind of situation.

Ivy helped Bruce out of the bar and took a taxi to a small hotel where they booked a room.

“Slow down, darling.”

Before entering the room, Ivy supported the staggering Bruce, “In this state, I really doubt your performance tonight.”

Saying that, Ivy licked her lips, making a seductive gesture.

Stimulated by the alcohol, Bruce's anger was also aroused: “Tonight I will tear you to pieces, bit by bit.”

“Come on, my… Iron Man.”

Ivy's slender white fingers pointed at Bruce's hairy chest, and with a slight force, pressed him onto the bed, completely unaware that Bruce's eyeballs were unnaturally red.

Ivy turned her head, ready to unzip her tight dress.

Suddenly.

Bruce's chest bulged violently, like a little mouse running around inside.

“Creak, creak!”

“Ah!”

Accompanied by a scream, a young Xenomorph covered in blood burst out of Bruce's chest.

“Hiss!”

The young Xenomorph hissed at Ivy.

“Ah!!!”

Ivy screamed, then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright.

…

“It can lurk in the host for up to three months, and the scariest thing is that it can evade detection by X-rays and other means.”

“What do you mean?”

Inside the newly opened Xenomorph Research Center, Fang Cheng looked at K with confusion.

“Once this monster parasitizes a host, it can mimic the biological life signals. Even if you use ultrasound to check, you can only see a shadow, and you can't tell that it's a Xenomorph parasite at all.”

“You mean, if it parasitizes a human body, we can't detect it?”

K nodded: “At least with Earth's current technology, it can't be done. Maybe we can think of a way from the perspective of consciousness detection, but that's not my specialty.”

After speaking, K shrugged.

“Fang Cheng, something happened in New York.”

Just as he was about to say something, Yun Meng suddenly appeared in front of the two.

“What's wrong?”

Fang Cheng frowned, looking at Yun Meng.