Alien Executioner

Lalo's face was full of fatigue due to the bumpy ride. He leaned against the seat as much as possible to relax his back spine, and stared at the front, fearing that an executive would rush out and block his way.

He was a little anxious because he didn't have much time left.

We must reach the port before dawn, otherwise we will never have the chance to leave the third area.

There were helicopters hovering in the night sky, but FACA had not found any trace of him yet. Lalo drove into a small road without even street lights, and had to grope in the darkness by feel.

This is the safest method of all. Although you may end up in a ditch if you're not careful, it's better than being caught by the bailiff.

Lalo's breathing was rapid, his blood circulation was boiling, and he stepped on the accelerator with a desperate attitude. It had been nearly four hours since he left FACA. During this time, he had been in a state of confusion, and his mind was full of thoughts of escape.

He could no longer contact his employer. There seemed to be a knife in the dark that cut off his connection with the organization. No matter how many times he called, no one answered, or the number was invalid. The woman who guided him disappeared from the world, and he was left alone to escape.

Fortunately, the woman had left him a route map on his phone, which led directly to the port of Shanshu City.

Now that they had entered Cedar City, Kalaro had to take a detour; the group of executives still thought they were fleeing in the city.

Everything went so smoothly, he only needed to step on the accelerator, turn the steering wheel by feel, and leave the rest to fate.

Lalo felt that he was actually dead. Perhaps this was his last thought before death. Fatigue surged into his mind and filled his body.

He felt confused and nervous along the way. He was afraid of death, but he couldn't die. If it weren't for the man's instructions, he would have died in District 9 long ago.

He must find Naya, retrieve the serum she stole, and give it to the man's daughter.

But things went against our wishes and this thing will never be accomplished.

A dazzling light flashed ahead, and we finally arrived at the port.

The harbor was quiet at this time, with countless fishing boats and ships parked in front of it. On the other side of the terrace, the harbor was full of sails and ships. The night was brightened by a ray of morning light, and the smoke-like morning mist still covered the surface of the deep river. From a distance, you can still see the barges passing by, but they are very far away and appear very blurry, like ants moving bit by bit.

The truck broke through the gate blockade and stopped at the port with a sharp brake.

Lalo rushed out of the cab greedily and ran like crazy, like a hungry devil.

He saw a large white cruise ship about to leave the port, with several figures wandering around, one of whom kept waving at him.

As soon as I got closer, I found that they were waiters in suits. They were all from the cruise company.

Lalo was a little surprised and felt something was wrong, so he pretended to be an innocent passerby and walked away.

"Is that Mr. Lalo?" A faint voice came as he passed by, and a man in black and white waiter uniform walked down from the cruise ship.

Lalo did not respond at first, but was a little hesitant. The other party accurately said his name, but it did not mean that he was related to that woman.

"Be careful? Don't worry, we are your contact."

The man spoke calmly. He was handsome, with short straight blond hair and copper-colored round glasses on his nose. He was elegant and graceful, and it was easy to associate him with an aristocrat.

He handed Lalo a business card and said, "Don't worry. I know you've had a hard time along the way. The whole world is looking for you."

"Wanted me?"

Lalo had been prepared, but he still shuddered when he heard this.

There are countless alien species wanted by FACA, and it is common for some individuals, but it is the first time I have heard of being wanted by "the whole world".

"Don't you know that there are many hidden talents at the FACA headquarters? Someone drew your picture based on his memory. I heard that the light was very dim at the time."

The man politely took out his cell phone, which contained the headlines of all sections and the wanted warrant issued by FACA.

Lalo quickly glanced at the screen. He had no time to check his phone during his escape. Although he guessed that he would be wanted, he was also curious about the specific explanation.

But he was stunned for a moment:

"Damn it! How did I become a horrible lunatic who kidnapped girls and planted bombs? And I'm also a drug dealer! The first two are easy to deal with, but I can't stand being slandered as a drug dealer!" Yang

The man took back his phone, and his faint smile made him look particularly gentle:

"But that's not important. What's important is that you can no longer stay in District 3. As partners, we will get you out."

"Very good,

I'm really worried about how to get out."

Lalo breathed a sigh of relief, and then had time to look at the business card. He must have thought that the man had been waiting for him to read what was on it.

To be honest, he didn't care about the identities of these people. He just wanted to get the girl out as soon as possible and then leave the third district and run away.

"Are you from Royal Filopu?" Lalo was still shocked. He moved his eyes from the business card to the man's face and confirmed quickly.

"That cruise company that's one of the top ten in the world? Aren't you in District 2? Why are you here at the port in District 3?"

“Isn’t it normal for cruise ships to travel around the world?” The man looked past him and at the truck behind him.

“Whether the ‘goods’ are brought or not is the most important thing.”

"The girl is in the truck." Lalo touched his pocket and shamelessly stretched out his hand, "Brother, give me a cigarette. I'm so tired from the journey."

The man waved his hand, and several men in suits walked to the truck and gently moved the sleeping girl in the wheelchair down. The girl was sleeping soundly, just like the Sleeping Beauty in the story, except that Sleeping Beauty was a tall princess, and she was just an elementary school student.

The man handed over an expensive cigarette. The faint aroma stimulated Lalo's tired brain, making him ponder.

Lalo saw them spread out a stretcher and put the girl on it steadily, and couldn't help asking:

"What are you going to do with this girl?"

"Don't worry about these." The man changed his tone to respectful, but his tone was still calm. "You are just a deliveryman, but this does not end our cooperation. Before sending you away from the third district, we will take care of your life and provide you with the most thoughtful service."

"Wait, so you mean we're not leaving now?" Lalo was dumbfounded.

The man responded by shaking his head.

Lalo was anxious, but he remained rational and did not grab the man by the collar. He was unsure of the other party's background, not to mention that they were outnumbered.

"Can you guarantee that FACA won't find me?"

"Don't worry, they will never find you on this cruise ship."

Chapter 447 Undercurrent (VII)

It was a breathless early morning inside the Queen cruise ship.

As soon as Lalo walked into the luxurious hall, he knew at a glance that this was a casino. The casino was magnificent and had a romantic atmosphere. The air was filled with the mixed smell of red wine and high-end perfume. A group of men in black clothes with cigars in their mouths were sitting on the sofa and chatting, and each of them looked like a gambler god.

In fact, Lalo felt that they were a group of mafia and couldn't help but become alert. It was very normal to open a casino on a cruise ship, but this group of men seemed out of place. Each of them had the aura of a big boss.

"Is this Lalo?"

One of the men with long blond hair spoke up, holding up his tablet for confirmation before standing up and holding out his hand.

"It's really you. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lalo. This journey must have been thrilling."

"Yes, haha." Lalo shook hands with him, somewhat unaccustomed to his poor Federal dialect.

"It seems that he has told you that your situation is very delicate now, but we will protect your safety." The man let go of his hand and sat back on the sofa.

He looked like the leader of this group of men, with all the features of the white people from the Second District. His azure eyes were not as clear as the sea, but rather turbid, hiding a hint of haze. His voice was low, like an iceberg.

Lalo sat trembling on another sofa. Everyone's eyes were on him, and he felt uncomfortable.

The cruise ship was obviously resting, as there was not a single guest to be seen, and there was not even a dealer in the huge casino.

"I want to know the exact time we leave District 3." Lalo watched them carry the girl to another large bed frame. "Also, are you really my contact? What happened to that girl?"

"I understand Mr. Lalo's anxiety. After all, it's not easy to be wanted by FACA all over the world. Don't worry, you will be able to leave in ten days. We don't know the details of this girl. We only know that her name is Xu Sinuo and she is an elite executive."

"Elite executive!" Lalo was shocked. He didn't expect that the girl had such an identity.

No wonder FACA was hunting him down with standards exceeding those for wanted super aliens, stealing an elite executive from the headquarters. It was lucky that the four hall executives didn't show up at the same time.

"It seems that you just found out about this, but that's fine." The man smiled, "We are employed by that woman just like you, but you deliver the goods while we inspect them. As for what happens next, do you want to know?"

"That's exactly what I'm concerned about." Lalo looked at the bed frame as the man pushed her into a deep passage.

"Two questions, who is that woman, and why did you take the girl away?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to the first question either. I know nothing about that woman." The man shook his head. "But that woman asked us to perform an operation on the girl, which was quite cruel."

"Can you give me a glass of wine?"

The man turned and looked at a waiter, who nodded in response and brought a large glass of ice-cold beer.

Lalo drank the cup in one breath and burped with enjoyment. He had no time to drink water on the way.

"So what is the surgery?"

"The brain protein removal surgery, a surgery once used to treat mental illness, was required by the employer. In fact, we didn't know what disease the girl had. We did whatever the employer asked us to do."

The man smiled and spoke, but he looked horrified:

"All you need to do is drill two holes in the girl's skull and insert the cutter into her brain. Of course, the operation has been modified to not only cut off the white matter of the cerebral lobe, but also other things. Although doing so may kill her or even cause her to fall into eternal stupor, who would go against money?"

"What if she really died?" Lalo felt a chill just listening to the process of the operation, and felt it was a bit cruel.

"That's not what we're concerned about. The employer didn't explicitly say that she must be kept alive. In other words, it's best if she's alive. If something goes wrong during the operation, we'll just throw her into the sea. It's not the first time we've done this anyway."

Lalo didn't know what the so-called lobotomy was. Based on his own experience, he speculated that it was not a good thing. The woman went to great lengths to steal the girl out, only to want to cut off part of her brain. If it was really to treat some mental illness, the girl, as an elite executive, would have been taken seriously by FACA long ago.

But this was not what he should care about. He was an alien, and no matter how pitiful the other party looked, he was still an executive.

They are incompatible with each other, but why do I feel worried inside?

Lalo didn't want to think too much, but when he saw the girl, he always thought of the man's daughter.

"The ship will leave as early as noon today and will sail in the Pacific Ocean for half a month." The man smiled faintly, "It will be difficult for the executive officers to find our location. They may still think you are in the third district."

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the deep passage, and everyone's eyes turned over.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

The pungent smell of blood washed away the perfume that filled the hall, and a man covered in blood stumbled out.

"That girl..."

The man and Lalo looked at each other, and they both quickly entered the corridor, which was a hidden operating room with blood all over the floor.

The girl tied to the bed frame was still lying peacefully, but her body was covered by strange silver-gray phagocytes, like closed angel wings.

The long blond man's eyes flashed with sharpness. Several doctors on the ground who were about to perform operations were injured to varying degrees.

The wings attached to the girl's body rose and fell with her breathing, as if they were alive, opening and closing, and spitting out long tentacles and tongues. When people approached, they would attack to protect the sleeping girl.

"Alien?" Lalo was horrified. "Isn't she an executive officer?"

"Damn it, I guessed it wouldn't be that simple!" The man clenched his fists. "That woman told me that the operation would be very threatening and that I shouldn't be impatient. I see. It looks like this operation might be very troublesome."

"Then do you have confidence?"

"Yes, but it is destined to be a long process, maybe just half a month." The man took a puff of the cigar, lingered it in his mouth, and exhaled quickly.

He turned around and led Lalo back the way he had come. "Don't worry, Mr. Lalo. We have always been harmonious with our own kind. In a sense, you are a hero. After all, no alien species has ever returned from the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters."

……

The lights went out, and in the darkness, she closed her pocket watch and smiled.

"You're too impatient." The man stood at the door and looked at her.

"I have to get there before Dr. Cat. Only one of us and his daughter can climb the Stairway to God."

“The road to godhood may not be real.”

"This is the only way before the abyss opens. The Supreme Mother Goddess will bless me."

"Do you still believe in the black goat? Be careful or you might end up becoming its nutrients." The man shrugged.

"It's like when the abyss comes, we're all forced to become gray believers."

Chapter 448 Undercurrent (VIII)

At the northernmost end of Huacheng, the morning light on the edge of the city wall was as hard as iron.

It was a white marble church, located on layers of steps. Several white roses stood on both sides of the central avenue. A large number of crowded cars slowly drove into the main entrance of the square. The sharp logo of FACA seemed to pierce the sky.

The Heresy Inquisition Department, which is affiliated with FACA, is actually a rich Baroque-style church, with an ocean-like light inside. Thousands of white candles are burning on the candlesticks on both sides, and a red carpet is laid in the middle, with a silver iron cross at the end.

Early in the morning, high-ranking members of FACA gathered here to watch the evil spirits that were about to be dealt with.

The door of the ordinary car at the end of the convoy was opened, and a man in a khaki windbreaker caught all eyes. The chief director An Ran put on gloves and stared at the church entrance.

A man was locked on the cross at the end of the red carpet. He was the traitor who had colluded with the headquarters and the invaders.

Traitors should be treated as much as possible. VII Bar Mio Qi opened his dead eyes and shouted hysterically, but his voice was too weak and finally turned into a dying whimper.

An Ran will personally execute him as the palace's executive officer, and the process will never lack violence.

He didn't remember how many executions he had experienced. Maybe this was only the tenth time. He would use the sickle to cut open the man's chest and give him the most painful and torturous death. But in the past, he had only executed aliens. This was the first time he served as an executioner in a sacred church.