Duval had always known that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s patience had its limits, but for some reason, they hadn't taken further action.
Is their funding that abundant? Anyway, the days passed like this, with Duval and Dum Dum Dugan living as awkward neighbors, occasionally playing Robin Hood, spending the same pile of money repeatedly, and enjoying themselves.
"So far, the Queen has laid a total of 14 eggs, of which 2 have not yet hatched, and the other hatched eggs have produced 11 Xenomorphs."
Duval counted his strength on his fingers, constantly monitoring the mental state of these Xenomorphs.
This was a special telepathic ability.
During this time, Duval didn't even leave his door, until Blade couldn't help but come knocking again.
"You know, I don't like coming here."
As soon as he entered, Blade pushed up his sunglasses, looked around, spotted a few Courier Xenomorphs, but didn't see the Xenomorph wearing a crown, and immediately said, "Not to mention you're raising even more pets. How did you do it?"
"How did you manage to make the Vampires so miserable all by yourself?" Duval asked.
"Strength. I have great strength."
"That's my answer too. Because I'm strong, I always believe I can achieve great things."
Blade didn't believe a word of it, thinking that Duval must have cultivated these guys' embryos a long time ago, and was only releasing them now.
"Speak your mind. What do you want? I might not sell you Strong Acid anymore," Duval said.
"I don't need it. I killed a piece of trash who called himself the Blood God. Your weapon was a great help. But the price is that some Vampires suspect you and are trying to find a way to deal with you."
"Then let them come. Maybe wiping out the Vampires from this planet is a good choice." Duval carefully considered this possibility.
Blade's eyes narrowed: "Are you serious? That's difficult, unless you can develop a Vampire Virus, but people have been trying for so many years with little effect. I think you'd have more success developing a cure for Mutants."
"Ha, you think dealing with Mutants is easier than dealing with Vampires?"
"No, I just think the Mutant problem is bigger and more complex. You'll gain more by starting from this aspect, like many scientists have chosen. Vampires are just a bunch of parasites on humans," Blade said.
Duval set the tone for their conversation: "Then I'll parasitize my power onto the Vampires."
He has a definite aversion to Vampires, maybe some human supremacist ideas, or maybe he's just pretending because hunting Vampires benefits him, Blade thought silently.
But what exactly were the benefits? Blade couldn't imagine.
Besides accumulating a lot of money due to their long lifespans, what else did these Vampires have? Nothing.
Blade finally revealed his purpose: "There's something I might need your help with."
"Are you representing yourself, or the team behind you?"
"I haven't officially joined them yet, so to be precise, I need your help. After all, I don't know many reliable guys," Blade said without changing his expression. "I got news that a crazy general is obsessed with the Super Soldier Program. To that end, he's even using the army to capture a certain Green Mobile Blood Bank."
"You want me to deal with that green guy? That's not easy. I remember seeing reports about him online a few months ago," Duval said.
Blade looked at Duval with a strange expression, shocked by Duval's imagination: "What makes you think you have the ability to get involved with the Hulk? That guy only needs to roar to shatter your little pets."
Is he crazy? Are young people these days so fierce? Or is he overestimating his abilities?
"Then I should feel lucky," Duval said noncommittally.
Blade carefully observed Duval's micro-expressions. Sometimes he really didn't understand whether this guy was confident because he didn't understand, or because he was hiding something.
He leaned towards the former. Anyone who knew about the Hulk would be stunned. Such a green brute who could punch an airplane out of the sky with his bare hands could easily exert hundreds or thousands of tons of force with a casual wave, and even more if he got angry.
Blade said, "I need to deal with some guys who covet the Hulk's bloodline. Your little pets are very agile and seem very suitable for combat. They can share some of the pressure for us."
"But why should I get involved in such a dangerous thing? Just because those people are assessing my threat level?"
"Listen, I don't know how much you've guessed, but doing what you can is never a bad thing," Blade said frankly. "Your strength hasn't reached the point where those people are afraid of you, but they won't let you act casually either. You're so smart, you must have anticipated this situation when you first traded with me."
After speaking, Blade stared into Duval's eyes: "You're deliberately showing off your talents, aren't you? Maybe it's time to expose yourself? Using their power to strengthen yourself is a good choice."
"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to join you. I just want to give back to society." Duval waved his hand. He was indeed going to take this step sooner or later, and using Blade as a stepping stone was a suitable opportunity.
He took a document from Blade and quickly flipped through it, roughly understanding S.H.I.E.L.D.'s focus.
It turned out that the primary target was not the Hulk, but another person—Mister Blue, who had already conducted genetic experiments on the Hulk's blood.
Blade had his eye on Mister Blue because Mister Blue had some connection with a special Vampire—the Blood Baron, and might be conducting troublesome blood transactions, making him a target to be eliminated.
In Blade's mind, only the devil knew what kind of monster a top Vampire would become after drinking the Hulk's blood. It was too dangerous.
"Understood, you need me to track and intercept Mister Blue, right?" Duval said, "Let's get one thing straight, my price for taking action isn't cheap."
"One million US dollars."
"Two million. This is a life-threatening matter. Also, I need all the information you have on Vampire population distribution, stronghold locations, and so on," Duval said.
Blade gave the young man a meaningful look. Even information on population numbers? Making such a request meant he was either drunk or had an appalling appetite.
What exactly about Vampires attracted Duval so much?
Blade didn't understand the correct way to use Vampires; Duval felt he did.
Large numbers, relatively good individual strength, and you can make money by catching a batch... nothing was more attractive to Duval than capturing Vampires.
Otherwise, who else would he capture if not Vampires? Mutants?
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