New York City, which had never been peaceful to begin with, was gradually descending into chaos. People slowly discovered that the area around Weyland Tower was actually safer. When those Xenomorphs were not slaughtering people at random, their nighttime patrols made them, in a sense, the most reassuring guards.
Some people often used binoculars to observe the glass windows on every floor of Weyland Tower, and they frequently caught glimpses of Xenomorphs moving past. This further proved that Xenomorphs were scattered throughout every floor inside the tower.
Gradually, some of Duva's worshippers gathered their courage and began considering settling nearby.
Weyland also kept hiring construction crews and launching major projects in the surrounding area—legally, of course. All of that could be bought with money. Not to mention that with Duva's power, merely asking for some of the nearby land would leave certain people too afraid to refuse. Besides, Duva possessed something others could not buy even with money: lifespan.
Countless people had their eyes on the Xenomorphs. They wanted to obtain them, secure a stable supply of secretions, and develop longevity drugs. Unfortunately, no one had succeeded so far.
Even if they risked hunting down isolated Xenomorphs and succeeded, they could not capture them alive. They could only face the Xenomorphs' desperate final struggles, helplessly watching many capable fighters get splashed by corrosive blood, their bodies eaten away and mangled as they died on the spot.
Capture them alive? Impossible. Unless Duva gave specific orders, Xenomorphs would only fight to the death. At worst, they would kill themselves. Retreat and surrender were not in their nature.
But people gradually noticed that Duva's forces displayed a terrifyingly higher efficiency at capturing prey alive during hunts.
It was completely different from before.
In the past, even when capturing vampires, the ground would