Mister Blue was curious about everything concerning Duva, but this time, he truly could not make sense of it.
"Why did the Xenomorphs bring back a vagrant? Why am I not even allowed near him?" Mister Blue stopped his experiment, swaying his enormous head as he stared fixedly at Reynolds, who was surrounded by a large pack of Xenomorphs.
The fact that he looked normal was precisely what made him most abnormal.
Yet even with his intelligence increased five hundredfold, he could not sort out the logic behind it. Duva's actions always exceeded his expectations again and again, causing many of his deductions to fail.
"A human? You're actually human? No, your head—" Reynolds's face turned deathly pale. His long-term drug addiction had severely damaged his body, leaving him thin and frail. His eyes briefly lit up, only to dim again as he helplessly curled up in a corner.
What he did not know was that the other side of the wall was already packed with even more Xenomorphs. They would never leave any gap in their defenses.
"Doesn't look like a high-intelligence specimen, and he doesn't have any special powers either." Mister Blue saw Reynolds's physical condition at a glance. A deep contempt flashed through his eyes, and he became even less able to understand why Duva had chosen such trash.
But since he could not figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Mister Blue pondered that he had supplied Duva with another two hundred bio-monsters. All the materials he could use, including those Duva had left him, had now been completely used up.
"You'd better think carefully before you act. Don't think I don't know what you're planning." Elektra appeared some distance away from Mister Blue, staring coldly at him.
Mister Blue let out a strange laugh,