Alien Executioner

His body seemed to have lost all strength, and the only thing he could do was to continue to endure the punches and kicks from the other party.

"How dare you!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, unable to tolerate his subordinates crossing the line.

But he regretted it right after he said it, because the crab not only didn't stop, but it started beating him even harder.

"Stop playing around, Worm Five, and bring him to me," someone in the depths said.

Rom was a little confused. Who is Worm Xiaowu? It sounds like he is talking to Crab. There is someone else in his family, and she is a girl.

That's right, if there was no one else around, how would the crab dare to beat itself?

The crab called Worm Xiaowu nodded, picked up Rom and threw him into the piano room.

"Water him. There is too much blood. I like blood, but it makes me restless." The girl said again.

The crab picked up Rom and forced him to raise his head, then grabbed the side of the basin and banged it against his face to wash away the blood clotted on his eyes, then used force to scrape off the dirt.

Roma was finally able to see the blurry figure sitting in front of the piano. It was a dreamy girl in a white dress with long black hair. The piano stand reflected her blurry face and the blood-red light.

Rom didn't know who the girl was or where she came from, but he knew that the other party had finally hit a wall. He was a high-ranking official in the Executive Palace, a parliamentary secretary who was above all the ministers, and a core figure in the new people.

He pretended to sneer and was not panicked at all.

"Give me a glass of water to quench my thirst, and we can talk about anything..."

Before Rom could finish his words, Worm Xiaowu slapped him in the face and knocked out several teeth.

Rom's eyes widened in horror, and he only heard the girl's cold snort.

Chapter 172 Rom's Self-Destruction (Part )

The man was stunned by the slap and was stunned for a long time. The girl just turned around and looked at him, stood up, walked to the table, poured a glass of champagne, and handed it to Worm Xiaowu.

Worm Five smashed the glass of champagne into Rom's teeth and shoved it in hard.

Rom was shaking his head and struggling in pain. Several of his teeth had been broken. Intense pain was exploding in his head, his body was in pain and spasming, and he was kicked down.

The girl sneered condescendingly:

"Is the wine good, Secretary Bodo? Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't like this method, but it's quite interesting to use some crude means to deal with villains. I think you used this method to deal with your opponents when you colluded with the new people to shelter the aliens and betrayed your compatriots."

"What the hell is it to you if I collude with aliens? You are not an executive officer, but you are still an alien! You think you are noble, don't you?!"

Rom screamed in pain. Although the alien's injuries could heal, he would still be tortured by the pain. What's more, he was just an artificial alien with a face twisted like a devil.

He raised his head and glared at the girl:

"Nowadays, all the rich and powerful people have done experiments on artificial alien species! Who is willing to be a weak race like humans? I colluded with the new people, so what? Who do you think you are? I am the chief secretary of the Executive Palace Council Office! I am second to none and this is the first district!"

"Such a noble status! I can't help but kneel down." The girl couldn't help but chuckle as if she heard something reasonable.

She motioned to Worm Xiaowu to step on Rom, and she squatted down and stretched out her hand to touch Rom's cheek, but she retracted her hand when she was about to touch it, as if she was looking at food.

"But the only thing that can make me kneel down is to enjoy food like you." The girl's words terrified Rom, and a huge fear exploded in his heart.

"You...you are..."

Rom was shaking with fear. This time he finally saw the girl clearly. Her blood-red eyes were so recognizable. She was the most terrifying super alien in the third area, also known as the last follower of Naya.

Ever since the extremely dangerous An family came to District One, many rumors about blood-red tentacle monsters have appeared in various cities in District One. Rom once suspected that Anya was Naya, but no one cared.

He probably knew what Naya was going to do, and he was unlucky enough to become the prey.

"You guessed wrong. I didn't find you for hunting. Those people who blew you off the helicopter were also my people." Naya seemed to see through his thoughts.

Anya looked Rom in the eye. "If you don't want to turn into a pile of ashes, tell me about the landmark of 0尔02零屋氵ba器亦彡. I know you control this landmark. You are a core member of the New Citizens."

At this point, Rom finally understood the other party's real purpose. To be honest, if Naya was really a member of the An family, it would make sense to kidnap him to help An Ran and An Xiao find the coordinates of 002.

"Master Naya, you are mistaken! I don't even know what the 002 coordinate is. I am just a secretary who colluded with aliens to do illegal business. I don't know anything!"

Rom spat out blood foam from his mouth and yelled, "I actually have nothing to do with Xinmin! I just use them to do business! These are just cooperation projects..."

"Regardless of what Xinmin is planning, FACA's attack at the Koster Theater has severely damaged their vitality. You will not end well if you persist in your wrongdoing. They took away my sister's friend. How can I, as a sister, just stand by and watch?"

Anya was sincere and asked Worm Xiaowu to help the man up.

"Just consider it as a favor to me. I've also grown tired of boring violent killings lately. As long as you tell me everything, I'll let you go immediately and guarantee that the An family will open the door to cooperation with you."

"I don't know, I really don't know! I've never heard of the 002 coordinates! This kind of thing sounds like something that the military is in charge of. As a secretary, I have no right to know these secrets. You should go to the military if you want to find out!"

Rom denied it vaguely, betting that Naya would not eat him, even though the chances of survival were too slim.

Being eaten by Naya is only a small probability event, but once the secret is leaked, he will be 100% eradicated by the new people. Rom has witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, and his only hope of survival is to keep his mouth shut.

"Do you have a kitchen at home?" Anya stood up. "I've wasted too much time. I'm a little hungry. It's a good time to make a new dish I learned recently."

Worm Five did his best to imitate the crab's voice, making it a bit strenuous in its attempt at human language: "I'm hungry too. Everyone is hungry."

It gave Rom a weird smile, and Rom immediately understood the meaning of "hungry" and "cooking". Naia has always been a tyrant who feeds on alien species, so it is natural to use his body to cook, just like Hannibal in the TV series.

As the Queen of Tentacles that all alien species fear and avoid, Naya certainly doesn't mind brutal killings. There is no chance of survival. Since she can't get the answer by force, she is not willing to waste time. It is better to eat her directly and pretend nothing happened.

It would be fine if it was eaten raw. All the aliens who have been eaten raw by Naya know that this process will be very quick because she likes to swallow it directly with her tentacles and it is not painful.

But when he heard the sound of knives being sharpened in the kitchen and the girl's grunting, it was obvious that a slaughter was about to take place!

Rom's legs went limp and he fell to the ground again, too terrified to move. Even though he would die by being sliced ​​and cooked, he still didn't dare to say anything.

He was well aware of the brutality of the New Citizens, and Naya's methods pale in comparison there.

Now the only thing Rom can do is not to find a way to survive, but to weigh whether it would be less painful to die at the hands of Naya or at the hands of the new people.

"I'm innocent, please let me go!" Rom wailed.

The only response was the sound of sharpening knives.

Naya strolled out of the kitchen and looked down at the man's miserable appearance.

"I know there's someone above you. The guy you silenced told me everything a long time ago. If you don't tell me, I can still go find him, and you will be worthless."

"The specific information of 002's coordinates is in his possession! I'm just his subordinate!"

Rom completely broke down and told the truth. He had no choice but to confess everything.

"I'm just a crazy beast who has never killed anyone. Many politicians have conducted experiments on artificial alien species. I'm not the one with the most power..."

"Call that guy and ask him out." Anya handed him the phone.

Rom hissed, "I need to prepare a helicopter that can take off at any time, so that I can... avoid retaliation."

He took the phone tremblingly, hesitated for a while before pressing the button, but did not enter the whole message. He looked up timidly at the girl, hoping to get her consent.

"Of course, you'll be allowed to have the chance to escape." Anya did not stop him.

After Rom finished the call, he lay on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his life was over and there was no chance of turning things around. When he betrayed Xinmin, it was the executive officer who could redeem him.

Rom told Naya the name of the man and asked him to come out. The blood-red monster kept its promise and did not take any more lives. After they all left, he was the only one left in the flat.

The tightly closed curtains fluttered slightly and the wind blew in.

Rom opened his eyes and dragged his heavy and bruised body onto the sofa. Several figures appeared in front of him. They were tightly shielded and as light as a gust of wind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rom." The leading man said in a calm tone.

Rom forced a smile, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it, and held it in his bloody mouth, "I really hate that bitch Naiya. It would be great if she was here at this time. If I were her, I would definitely think of this and catch you all in one fell swoop."

Before he could finish his words, the head rolled off.

The few people who completed the mission of silencing the witnesses quietly left, turned around and stayed where they were, and there was a rhythmic applause.

The girl in a white dress surrounded by tentacles blocked the door and applauded the silent beheading.

She tilted her head and thought about it, but decided not to waste words. She stabbed at several people with her tentacles, so fast that only shadows could be seen.

Chapter 173 Tolliver

Executive Palace, Office of the Chief of Cabinet Guard.

Tolliev sat at the window of his office, looking at the sky alone. It was gloomy.

There were several half-smoked cigarettes in the ashtray, including the one held in the chief of guards' hand. The white smoke curled up and drifted away to the outside world along with his thoughts.

In terms of position, the Secretary-General of the Executive Palace Conference is far higher than the Chief of the Guard, but Tollief is actually the person closest to the power of the Prime Minister. He controls all the armed forces of the Executive Palace and is above the Minister of Intelligence. He arranges security forces for the Prime Minister and the Queen when they travel.

It was this seemingly honest and simple middle-aged man who made everyone let down their guard. No one would believe that Tollief was the biggest New Citizen traitor in the federal government.

He took a puff of his cigarette and held the phone tightly in his hand.

After a few minutes.

The screen lit up, and the other party sent a photo. It was a pair of strange totems. Different from the crow heads of the Xinmin Cannibal Eternal Cult, it was a totem of a whale and an octopus intertwined.

The mysterious organization hidden deeper in Xinmin remains unknown to this day.

The other party sent this photo to indicate that the mission was completed. Toliev breathed a sigh of relief, opened the drawer and took out the notebook. He found Rom's name among the names on the list and drew a cross behind it.

Rom Klevenfo Bodo, general secretary of the First District Administrative Palace Council, has died.

Tollief closed his eyes, and as he expected, after a while, the phone rang.

It was the call from the Chief MP, the Prime Minister.

The chief councillor said in an angry tone: "What on earth is going on? How could the Secretary General die in his own home?"

Toliev was shocked. "What? Mr. Chief, are you saying that Mr. Rom is dead?"

"What? You don't even know?" the chief councillor yelled.

"He died in his own home and his head was missing! It was the FACA headquarters who told me! What is your intelligence department for? How could you let the executive officers know first? Are the intelligence departments of all the special districts of the federal government inferior to the General Intelligence Department over there? Just half an hour ago, that group of executive officers showed up at Rom's house, saying that someone had reported it!"

"Report?" Tolliev pretended to be stupid.

"Do you believe it's a report? Even if it's a report, why is it FACA's headquarters! What is the local countermeasures bureau for? FACA's Intelligence Division has already quietly infiltrated!"

"Mr. Chief, you can't call it infiltration," Tolliev corrected. "We can't control what FACA does."

The Prime Minister sighed on the other end of the phone:

"Of course I knew, but I was too surprised. Now everyone knows about it, and reporters have been there too. It should be reported soon."

"Who brutally murdered the Secretary-General?" Tolliev was indignant. "This is a huge provocation to the federal government! It's a slap in the face of our First District!"

"The Countermeasures Bureau headquarters has intervened. It must be related to the aliens." The Prime Minister was very worried and sighed. "The Countermeasures Bureau has been investigating the remaining new citizens. Could it be that Rom is involved with the new citizens?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, there are some things I don't know whether I should say or not." He said cautiously.

"Huh? What kind of idiom are you talking about? It's really hard to understand. If you want to talk like that, you might as well speak Federal Mandarin."

"I've heard that the Secretary General might have some dealings with Xinmin. I heard from the Intelligence Department that... when the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters was attacking the Coster Theater, Rom made several suspicious phone calls."

"Are you saying that this is Xinmin's attempt to silence him?" The Prime Minister said seriously, "Don't say such things casually!"

"Just heard."

"No matter what, there must be an explanation for Rom's death. The FACA headquarters claimed that it was a vendetta against alien species. After all, he had emphasized the need to implement radical strategies against alien species in TV debates and speeches before. I wonder if he can fool Her Majesty the Queen."

Toliev looked at his phone in confusion:

"Deceiving the Queen?"

"That's it. Since you don't know the inside story, forget it. I have to personally deal with the executive officers who come to investigate. The chief secretary is loyal to me and is also the Queen's wing. We must always protect the rights and interests of Her Majesty the Queen."

After hanging up the phone, Toliev left his seat and turned on his computer. The first big news was about the tragic murder of Secretary General Rom, which was watched by millions of people.

The chief of the security room stood up suddenly, put his face almost close to the screen, and stared at the girl behind the reporter.

The girl stared into the camera, looking at him across the Internet.

Tollief's face turned slightly pale, and he suddenly understood why Roma called him before his death. He killed Roma to prevent the secret from being leaked.

The other party was too fast, too fast. When he gave the order to silence him as quickly as possible, Rom had already been forced to tell everything.

At this time, Toliev's phone rang again, and a text message came in: "Sincerely meet, are you willing to come and chat - Xu Yuqing."

Tollief looked at it for a long time, clenched his fists, and strode out of the office.

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"Isn't this Mr. Tollief? Who are you looking for?" A young man from the An family was startled at the door of the An mansion.

"I want to find your master."

"The head of our family? I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to know his whereabouts. You may have to ask the young masters and young ladies." The young man shook his head.

He asked respectfully, "Excuse me, do you have an invitation? You can't meet the head of our family without an invitation."

"Does this count?" Tolliev pointed at the text message on his phone.