Alien Executioner

"Get out of the way!"

A waitress staggered through the crowd, carefully holding a white porcelain plate, steadying herself to prevent the wine glass on it from tipping over.

"Fuck you, open your eyes!" A member's foot was stepped on, and he roared with wide eyes and swearing.

"Sorry, sorry!" The woman rushed into the VIP room nervously.

VIP room.

The decoration is in a low-key white swan style. The tea table, which should be transparent, is covered with a velvet blanket and several bottles of red wine. The owner of the club, Mr. Hilbert, is drinking and chatting with the guests on the sofa opposite.

These are two very special guests, and at least one will be shocked when they learn their identities.

At least he is an expert at tasting red wine.

The first thing the waitress thought of when she saw the guests was wine.

"It seems that Mr. Hilbert is not as serious as I imagined." The third lady of the An family smiled.

The girl sat gracefully beside her brother, being appropriately reserved; she had just been chatting with the middle-aged man.

"Oh my, this isn't the first time I've been told that, but it's hard to be serious in front of such a cute girl."

Hilbert scratched his head, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at An Ran.

"It's just a reward for renting a house. It's easy to solve. Just leave it to me."

"Yes, I believe Mr. Hilbert is a reliable man." An Xiao nodded gracefully.

"Sir, the wine you ordered is Pacarodis." The waitress came closer nervously and said the somewhat difficult to pronounce brand of red wine.

Hilbert stood up, took the plate from her, chuckled and nodded:

"Okay, you go first."

"Ah."

The waitress did not forget to close the door before leaving. She glanced at the man next to the girl a few more times. He was a little taciturn.

"If I remember correctly, Miss An, your request cannot be an apartment building, right?" Hilbert put down the plate and sat back on the sofa.

"Correct."

"Can I know the reason?"

"Are you hesitating?" An Xiao showed a strength that was not suitable for his age, but he restrained himself well.

"No, no, no, this is just my personal habit." Hilbert waved his hand to deny.

"Can I speak?" An Xiao looked at his brother.

"If you want." An Ran finally spoke. He had remained silent from the beginning.

An Ran closed his eyes. He didn't want anyone to notice that something was wrong with him, and he kept recalling that scene in his mind.

The phagocytes in the body were screaming, and he had the vague illusion that he was not restrained by the petal necklace. He kept feeling that they were urging him to transform back into his true form.

He chose to speak as little as possible.

An Xiao looked at Mr. Hilbert. She seemed to think for a while and then explained slowly:

"There are many reasons. One is habit. The other is that I feel there are too many people living in the apartment building, which makes me feel insecure."

"Habits can be changed." Hilbert realized that An Xiao's reason was too far-fetched, but he remained calm and said:

"With the financial power of your An family, there is no need to ask the club for such a trivial matter."

An Ran couldn't help but open his eyes and remind:

"For us, there are indeed many channels to solve a problem, but why can't that channel be the Sally Club? In a sense, the club is also one of the financial forces of the An family, isn't it?"

"What I mean is..." Hilbert smiled, "Mr. An Ran, you have actually thought of a way."

An Xiao looked at his brother in confusion.

"The best way is to buy a company park and start demolition and reconstruction. This is the most effective method, but it takes some time," An Ran explained.

"If...sister, you are anxious about something, you can move to an office building."

"Office building?" An Xiao was a little suspicious.

"A whole building." An Ran nodded. "There are many fun things in this club, such as auctions. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"There's an auction here?" An Xiao stood up in amazement.

"I've heard of the bounty auction. I think it must be interesting. Can you take me there now?"

An Ran looked at her sister apologetically, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I have something to discuss with Hilbert, so I can't take you with me. But it may be more fun to go alone."

"I knew you didn't bring me here for my business." An Xiao snorted.

An Ran had no choice but to look at Hilbert. Hilbert smiled and gestured, then shouted towards the door:⑺

"Rosalind!"

Along with this shout, the waitress rushed in in a panic. It was the nervous woman who had just delivered the wine.

"I'm here sir, what can I do for you?"

"Take our Miss An to the auction to have some fun. Remember, she is a super VIP." Hilbert ordered.

"I see." The woman's gaze fell on An Xiao, and for a moment she was dazed by the girl's aura.

She nodded vigorously and took a deep breath.

"Please follow me, Miss An."

"Yeah." An Xiao suddenly came in front of the woman, looked her over before nodding with satisfaction.

"So your name is Rosalind. What a nice name. Come on."

Watching the two people leaving, Hilbert looked at An Ran again and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"Your sister is a very cute and energetic girl."

"If you have any thoughts about her, I guarantee you won't survive the night." An Ran said coldly.

"How could you say such horrifying words? I am an old friend of your father. In my eyes, you are not only juniors, but also strangers who are better than my family members."

Hilbert covered his chest with his hands, looking heartbroken. This middle-aged man, who had been mostly swallowed up by the years, had long lost his dignity. His similar disconnection with An Mochen at this moment might be an infection between old friends for many years.

An Ran glanced at him.

"There's no need to pretend since there's no one else here. You should know that I hate people like my father who are so thick-skinned."

"Although I don't know what your purpose is this time, you look very embarrassed." Hilbert lowered his voice.

An Ran didn't say anything, but tapped his fingers lightly on the coffee table.

Hilbert leaned back on the sofa, took out a document from under his buttocks and threw it in front of him.

"Just half an hour before you came, someone handed me this document and told me that you must need the contents inside, so I gave it to you. At that time, I still believed it, until you came here."

An Ran picked up the document: "What's the content?"

"I haven't seen it. I don't care about it at all. I think it's probably your executive officer's fault."

The two looked at each other, Hilbert shrugged, swirled the red wine in the glass, and then took a sip.

"Cough cough cough..."

He suddenly spurted it out, patted his chest and took a deep breath.

Chapter 172: Dark Interaction (Part )

An Ran held the document in her hand to feel its weight, but did not choose to open it directly. Instead, she raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Broken things?"

He repeated the word, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Mr. Hilbert, if I remember correctly, you were once a palace master as well."

"Yes, but that was a long time ago."

Hilbert shrugged, put down his glass, stood up, and straightened his collar.

“I just want to enjoy my damn time now, so when I face anything related to FACA, it annoys me.”

"Most retired executives would say that." An Ran smiled as he unpacked the documents layer by layer.

"It feels like there are ants crawling all over my body." Hilbert joked in a somewhat awkward Federal dialect.

"I can't understand the feeling of this sentence, maybe upset?"

“I learned this from the Internet.”

"Mr. Hilbert, do you know who sent this document?"

An Ran has already opened several outer layers of the document, and its high degree of sealing is enough to show the importance of the contents.

He spread the hard cardboard on the coffee table, slowly pulled out the so-called document, and felt ink on his hands.

"Grease pen?"

Hilbert glanced at An Ran's hands, which were covered with black ink. There was a strong pungent smell, and he couldn't help but frown.

"I think I know why it was sealed so thickly. Someone sent you a pack of ink."

"Maybe, but you didn't answer my question."

An Ran stared into Hilbert's eyes. Then a waiter came in and handed him a clean towel. He wiped his hands.

"I felt inside and found a very thin photo, but it was covered with ink, which means the person who sent the photo did not want others to know the content of the photo. Although I care about the content of the photo, I care more about the person who sent the photo."

"I don't understand why there was a photo inside, but I can tell you it doesn't matter who sent it, because I don't have the answer."

"Wait a minute." An Ran was stunned for a moment, "Just tell me who it is. There's no need to answer in such an artistic way."

"A girl."

"girl?"

"Yes, but that girl looks like an errand girl."

"So you just believed this so-called important document that came from an unknown source?"

Although An Ran said this verbally, he still held the photo completely in his hand. The entire photo was covered with ink and the content was completely invisible.

"Is there any way to remove the ink from this?"

"The chemical properties of ink are very stable. Conventional methods will definitely not work." Hilbert clapped his hands.

Following two loud claps from Hilbert, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked into the room.

He put down the large iron basin in his hand, panting.

An Ran walked to the iron basin and looked down at the large amount of white foam in the basin.

"what is this?"

"The ink-removing bubble is used to wash away ink. Just throw the ink-stained photo into it and it will soon be as good as new." Hilbert answered proudly.

An Ran turned his head and looked at Hilbert nonchalantly.

"You seem to have been prepared and already know what's in the document, right?"

"No, no, no, it's just a pure coincidence." Hilbert quickly waved his hands to deny it.

"I've experienced so many coincidences." An Ran sighed, and without asking any further questions, he threw the photo into the foam basin.

"Then I'll go out first." Hilbert seemed to have something urgent to do.

"I came here to tell you something important." An Ran stopped him calmly, "I want to issue a reward."

"Is it related to your sister?"

"No, it's something else. I want to find clues about an alien."

"Did I hear it wrong."

Hilbert looked An Ran up and down, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Excuse me, Director An Ran." He didn't understand, "With your position in FACA, is there any alien species that you can't find?"

"There are many alien species that can evade the Countermeasures Bureau." An Ran just said this.