Alien Executioner

Dart, who was watching the ongoing "performance" below but was actually observing the old man, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no defense against this old man, and guessed that this group of people were members of the famous Alphabet Organization, and he didn't know what their purpose was. Almost every member of the Alphabet Organization was a super alien, and they were all solitary. Most of them were hiding in the upper class of human society, and they didn't participate in many actions.

This time, they appeared almost at the same time, and Dart, the general manager of the theater, felt extremely worried.

This is not good... Dart never stopped and never put down the wine glass in his hand.

He didn't think the appearance of this group of guys was a good sign. At least the current theater was not qualified to allow the Alphabet Organization to deploy such a large force.

The audience was already very excited. In the end, the brother and sister were successfully bought by the appraiser for 30 million yuan. The second round of performances has begun.

Dart first lowered his head, pretending to adjust his collar, then looked at the old man and smiled:

"It is my honor to meet with you from the Alphabet Organization. I have always believed that this theater is not worth mentioning in your eyes."

"I'm just curious about the so-called performances here. My sister built this theater so long ago, but I have never been here once." The old man's tone became flat.

This was not the first time Dart had heard of his sister from the old man. It seemed that his sister was the person behind the creation of this theater.

"Your sister?"

"Yeah, it's interesting, isn't it? My sister, oh no, if she is still my blood relative."

The old man said nonchalantly:

"You must be curious about why I came here. Then I will tell you that my foolish relative left something here, and I came here to retrieve it."

Dart was silent for a while.

He did know that there was something hidden in a corner of the theater, but that thing was passed down from his grandfather's generation. It was a small pure black wooden box that had been stored in the deepest warehouse.

My father told me that the items in this wooden box are the tokens left by that "great being".

Dart was curious about this and wanted to open it, but finally gave up after his father's repeated warnings.

Protecting the black box is a belief that the Matthew family must firmly adhere to.

For so many years, he had never touched it, nor even taken a look at it. It had always been kept by those soulless waiters in red.

The black wooden box is the most important thing in the theater, it can be said to be the soul of the entire theater, and it cannot be handed over to anyone easily.

Dart hesitated again and again, and did not ask directly, but said with a curious attitude:

"May I know what that is? In the theatre, there are indeed some... antiques from a very old time."

“You know,” the old man said.

"I didn't understand."

"You know what I'm talking about. It's flashing through your mind right now." The old man's eyes were changing.

It was a terrifying, thin film composed of pure black phagocytes!

This symbolizes that the phagocytes in the body are being released and deployed, which is often a sign before a battle!

Dart was shocked; he didn't expect the other party to act so quickly.

And...how could there be pure black phagocytes?

But after a while, the danger did not appear, and Dart gasped for breath, and he realized that this was a warning.

He suppressed an apologetic smile and said dryly:

"I see. Should we wait until the show is over or... go now?"

"Now." The old man stood up, and Dart also stood up, "otherwise, the monster will come."

That monster? What kind of monster could come out of the old man's mouth?

And he looked very fearful.

Dart didn't think much about it. After glancing at the "performance" on the stage and the ugly faces of the guests, he took everyone from the Alphabet Organization to the warehouse.

The black box must not be handed over to them...

Dart thought silently in his heart, this is the promise that the Matthew family has fulfilled for that "great existence"!

Chapter 247 A Feast for Crows (Part )

The elevator leading to the cellar was packed with people. The large fluorescent screen showing the floors was playing photos. These were all souvenirs that Dart had taken when traveling around over the years. He compiled them and broadcast them continuously to express his feelings about his lost youth.

Now, Dart had no mood to reminisce about the past. There were 25 people in the elevator. If it were a normal elevator, it would have been overloaded and stopped. However, in the theater, the elevator to the cellar was specially modified, and the space was five times that of a normal elevator.

Therefore, even if Dart stood at the front, there was still a small circle of space behind him.

He turned around and looked at the old man, exchanged glances, and smiled kindly.

After a quiet wait, the elevator door opened quickly, and a mysterious atmosphere filled the air, quiet and fragrant.

The dark corridor ahead was actually the so-called cellar, where many antiques and ancient paintings by famous masters were stored. In comparison, the black box seemed the least noticeable.

"We're here." Dart led everyone to the door at the end.

This is a somewhat tattered door that seems to be broken at the touch of a finger, but it is the barrier between the cellar and the outside world.

"Master Jiu" narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, stretched out his almost withered hand, and stroked the door frame.

There were incomprehensible little sounds coming from his throat, but if you listened carefully it sounded like a scream from the depths of the ocean.)

"It's better for you to go in alone. The space inside is actually not big. Let them wait outside." Dart suddenly said.

"Okay." The old man nodded and agreed.

Seeing that things were going so smoothly, Dart pushed open the door. Inside the door was endless darkness, with only a faint firelight in the depths. The members of the Alphabet Organization stopped and waited outside the door.

After entering the depths of the cellar, Dart turned around and closed the door.

He carefully reached into his pocket without making any noise and touched the emergency button on the wall through his pocket.

In the darkness, countless shadows stood there. The red-clad waiters guarding the black box slowly raised their heads, like puppets on strings.

……

In the theater hall, the sixth round of "performance" has been going on. Everyone is lost in the rising emotions and desires, showing their ugliest side unscrupulously, blood keeps flowing, and there is no rationality in their eyes.

The most excited person among them was the "taster" aunt. As a veteran of the Crow Banquet, she had spent nearly 50 million to buy four children, but this was far from satisfying her appetite, so she had five teams around her to help.

Faced with this crazy situation, many people were afraid, but had to give up reluctantly.

Even in the eyes of the aliens in the fourth zone, the taster is a very famous monster. As a woman ranked 31st in threat level in the Countermeasures Bureau and 40th in super aliens on the Alien Commune website, she is a sin in herself.

The Taster is very different from other upper-class aliens. She does not have an exclusive family or power. Instead, she has a small team that is more centered around herself. She specializes in trafficking human corpses and providing food for aliens. She travels across various federal districts and is currently the largest human flesh supplier.

Her most famous hobby is torturing young children. Whether they are human children or alien children, they are all toys that she can enjoy to her heart's content.

She is not bound by power or family, so she never considers the consequences of her actions. Even if she has repeatedly done things that offend the interests of other alien forces, she will hesitate again and again on whether to retaliate.

Therefore, most alien species are afraid of it. To some extent, the taster is the queen of the alien underground world.

The auctioneer on the stage completed another auction. The "performance" of the sixth round was an eleven-year-old girl. Her bruised and battered body was the most perfect symbol in the eyes of the monsters. Similarly, the winner of the auction was still the appraiser.

The auctioneer performs a rather elegant ceremony at the end of each round, and this one was no exception.

The headphones hidden in the mask suddenly rang.

The auctioneer was slightly stunned. He still looked at everyone with a smile, and then said something that puzzled everyone:

"I'm sorry, everyone, but due to some unexpected reasons, we have to suspend the 'performance'."

The crowd's boiling emotions soon subsided.

"Now? We've only just finished the sixth round, and there are still fourteen rounds to go." The speaker was the man sitting in the first row.

He held a glass of red wine and caressed the woman beside him, looking very interested.

"It would be a shame if it ended like this. After all, it only happens once a year."

"It's just a temporary stop and will start again soon." The auctioneer said lightly.

This was the first time that everyone heard the auctioneer's calm tone. In their impression, he was supposed to be a two-faced person who liked to smile falsely.

The taster who was shaking the red wine thought that the bland tone was a mockery of himself, so he smashed the glass in anger.

She shouted hoarsely, "Are you going to give me no face? How dare you pause!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Appraiser, but there are reasons for this. I'll explain it later." The auctioneer's tone remained calm.

“Is there anything more important than the annual Feast for Crows?” The taster sneered, “If you dare to leave, I will tear this place down!”

The auctioneer raised his head slightly and looked at the woman standing in the third row. His eyes beneath the mask gradually turned cold.

After a few seconds, he turned around and didn't give the taster any face.

This action surprised all the aliens, even the people sitting in the front rows were slightly startled.

Offending the taster is not a wise choice.

Faced with being ignored, the taster was stunned for a moment, then he became angry and slammed the table, smashing it to pieces.

She turned her head and stared at her team members with a fierce look.

They quickly understood what was meant and walked out of the hall quickly to take revenge.

……

The auctioneer walked slowly in the deep corridor, half of his mask reflected the white light, and the other half of his face was expressionless.

He retracted the fake smile that was in everyone's eyes, and the waiter uniform he wore during the auction turned red.

His steps were steady and made no sound.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

He raised his head slightly, and squinted again on half of his face.

In front, a portly taster was blocking the corridor, his eyes filled with sarcasm and mockery.

Her team quickly rushed behind the auctioneer and blocked his retreat.

The air was almost suffocating.

"You'll have to pay, 'Auctioneer.'" Crimson phagocytes gradually stretched out from the back of the woman's neck.

She took deep breaths and rushed towards the auctioneer.

"so troublesome."

The auctioneer muttered as his entire body was gradually covered in red phagocytes.

He turned sideways to dodge the woman's charge, leaped lightly, climbed onto the wall, and shattered all the lampshades in an instant.

The corridor was pitch black.

In the darkness, everyone felt an invisible wind passing by, creating compact waves.

And the long-awaited scream of the woman, filled with shock and trembling.

Chapter 248 A Feast for Crows (Part )

The shadows shifted deep in the cellar, surrounding the only source of light, a burning candle.

But the candles were not standing on the table, but on melted wax, which had accumulated to a full meter high. Over the past few decades, the red-clad waiters had kept the candles burning, and the faint flames illuminated the black wooden box in the center.

Dart led the old man to the "center" where the black wooden box was placed, where there was a rusty bracket.

"This may be what you are looking for." Dart said lightly.

The old man said nothing.

"I have no reason to give it to you." Dart smiled. Without the members of the Alphabet Organization, the previous sense of oppression was gone.

"Your goal is the black wooden box. I know that it seems much duller than other priceless collections, but it cannot be denied that it is indeed the most important thing in the theater. You are after it for more than just a quick look."

Facing Dart's slightly tougher attitude, Master Jiu was not surprised, and his tone was a little cold:

"Haha, what an interesting reaction. Do you think you have a way to deal with me now?"

"That means you admit your purpose." Dart felt confident when he noticed the red-dressed waiter approaching from behind.

"I never promised to give you the black box. It was just your wishful thinking. No matter who you are, whether you are Wu Shijiu or De Yagus, robbers are not welcome here!"

"Your attitude is very interesting. It seems that you really have some way to deal with me." The old man smiled faintly.

"I have been on guard against you from the beginning, but I am afraid of the group of people behind you."

"I know very well that in my eyes, your secret cannot be hidden." The old man took a step closer.

This action made Dart so nervous that his heart started beating fast. He stared at him intently, fearing that he would make the next move.