Alien Executioner

"Someone has volunteered to be that person."

He spoke hesitantly, pulling out the phone, "But he's not our informant."

"This operation is top secret, how could outsiders know about it!" Nanasha was angry.

"She claims to be the princess of Tananiya, which means... Director An Ran's rumored fiancée."

Chapter 183 Otilia's Gluttony (Part )

The casino of the "New World" club is decorated in a gaming theme. As soon as you enter, you can see cyber-style posters on the screen and neatly arranged gaming machines.

Most of the guests thought they had arrived at a game hall. Pretty girls dressed as bunny girls greeted them at the door, their high heels tapping the ground and their waists twisting in various postures as they walked.

There were men in black suits wandering around at every entrance and exit. They were completely different from the low-key waiters. They directly exposed the handles of their guns to deter the guests from doing anything rash.

But the guests did not feel uneasy. Instead, they believed more in the security capabilities here. As long as they did not break the rules in this place, these ferocious thugs would become their bodyguards.

The guests had a good time and could realize all their dirty and illegal wishes here. It was not surprising to see some prominent figures in the crowd, as everyone understood the situation tacitly.

The hall on the first floor is divided into the gambling table area and the game machine area. Except for some good-looking girls sitting in front of the gaming machines, most of the guests are at the gambling tables.

The manager standing at the door picked up the red wine, glanced at the broiler chickens that were laying eggs non-stop, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sound of high heels stopped beside him, and the enchanting woman passed those obsessed eyes and took his arm:

"Mr. Maklov, the businessmen will be here soon."

The warmth of the woman's body failed to arouse the manager's interest. He raised his head slightly, turned and walked towards the general manager's office, leaving the charming woman there.

The man named Maklov is the general manager of the club. He is now sitting in front of his computer in the office. The laptop screen is an email address.

The mailbox was blank and he was waiting for the other party's message.

The time is almost 24:00 and the contact person is about to arrive. This will be his last day in the First District. As long as he hands over the last batch of "organs" to Xinmin, he will immediately take a flight back to the Third District and never have contact with alien organizations again.

Maklov is from the third district and used to be a waiter at the Supreme Banquet Hall. After reading General Manager Dart's black book, he discovered that the Shang people still existed in this world. He realized that he could not afford the price of spying on the evil god, so he decisively ran to the first district.

Just to avoid those sorrows.

Now, thanks to his luck and courage, Maklov has gained the favor of the Tananya family and has the opportunity to come into contact with the New People's Eternal Cannibal Cult. However, with the recent major events, he realized that it was time to draw a clear line with the New People.

For some reason he had a feeling that if he continued to stay he would be killed.

To be honest, Maklov didn't know why he felt this way. He was very frightened inside, a fear that came from nowhere and for some unknown reason. It was not obvious at first, but after a large number of new citizens gathered at the Koster Theater were attacked, this feeling became more obvious.

He sat restlessly, his eyes fixed on the screen, expecting the other party to send him an email, perhaps this would give him peace of mind.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the contents of the black book when he glanced at it, and those vivid fonts.

And how I somehow managed to take out the black book.

Maklov thought this was the reason why he was uneasy. He always carried a curse with him, and the black book recorded all the sorrows.

Thinking of this, he stood up suddenly, looked around to make sure there was no one around, took out the pass from his pocket, and turned over to reveal a golden key on the back.

Maklov took a deep breath, poured out the keys, and looked up at a replica of "Mona Lisa" on the wall.

Behind it is a secret safe.

As the key opened the safe, in addition to some gold bars and account books, there was a wrinkled nylon bag at the deepest part.

He took out the nylon bag, poured out the black book, and held it tightly in his hand.

Maklov shuddered and turned around nervously, looking around. Every time he picked up the book, he always felt that something invisible was staring at him.

That's not an illusion, it makes me feel uneasy.

“The culprit…”

Maklov muttered, stuffing the black book back into the nylon bag, planning to set off tonight and throw the thing into the sea.

Perhaps getting rid of Xinmin is far from enough. Although he is reluctant to part with this black book that records the sorrow, he has to do this for the sake of his lower body.

He had packed his luggage and made all the preparations in advance. As long as this last order was completed, his cooperation with Xinmin would be completely over. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile proudly. The reason he smiled in the casino just now was because he was looking forward to the future.

He hummed and placed the nylon bag under his desk, noting that new mail had arrived.

Maklov opened his eyes wide, wishing he could swallow every word. After reading it, he let out a long breath, letting out all the anxiety in his heart.

The content of the new email is very short and the meaning is concise. The other party will arrive at about 24: and the cooperation will end immediately.

Can he finally get rid of Xinmin and live a stable life? He was so excited that he couldn't help but call the captain of the guard.

"Have the most distinguished guests arrived?"

As he said this, he looked at the time and found that it was only 23:27.

Damn it, I was too anxious. There is still more than half an hour left.

"No, don't worry, boss. I'll tell you when they come." The captain of the guard seemed to be drinking, and his tone was obviously drunk. There was a lot of noise nearby, probably playing in the casino, and leaving the post without permission.

"Don't get drunk. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen tonight." After giving the instructions, Maklov hung up the phone and closed his notebook.

It is still early now, and half an hour seems like a year to him now. In this case, he might as well play some games or take a nap. Someone will naturally wake him up when the time comes. It is not the first time that Xinmin's contact has come, and he is very familiar with his subordinates.

As he was about to lie down on the sofa, he glanced at the monitor on the wall and frowned, "What happened?"

The surveillance video shows the entire casino lobby, which is divided into six areas. For Maklov, who is an alien, watching six screens at the same time is just basic operation. At this moment, all the screen contents convey one message, that is, the gamblers are boiling.

It seemed like something terrible had happened.

Even without the sound, the noise could be felt just from the screen. He switched his eyes back and forth, and finally found the source of the excitement in the casino.

A woman with white blond hair dressed very strongly, like a princess, but looking as young as a high school student. This new-faced gambler beat all the dealers, and in the Xintiandi Club, the gambler who beats all the dealers will receive a special reward.

For example, there are places for artificial alien experiments, various types of serums, and even "foolish dreams" that can allow new citizens to evolve.

If the gambler is also an alien, Maklov, as the general manager, will introduce her to the alien aristocratic circle. If she still has the idea of ​​doing business, she will be given a special route to sell alien food. This route can bypass the underground alien queen code-named "Taster" who monopolizes the food.

But Maklov had already decided to get away with it, and whatever happened tonight had nothing to do with him.

After much thought, he picked up the phone and wanted to congratulate the other party, congratulating her on winning the game and receiving the highest respect from the New World Club.

"Hello, let this lady answer the phone..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"General Manager, this lady said she hopes to use the reward in exchange for a meeting with you." The female dealer on the other end of the phone interrupted in distress.

"Just say I'm sorry I won't be here tonight."

"She claims to be from the Tananiya family. We can't verify her identity, but she has the An family's brand!" The female dealer was embarrassed.

Maklov's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Chapter 184 Otilia's Gluttony (III) III

Some petite women walked into the office and sat directly on the sofa, as if they were treating this place as their own home.

She exuded a coldness that made people bow their heads. The moment she entered the door, she took out the An family crest.

Maklov hesitated for a long time but decided to meet the woman. He was originally a guest of the Tananiya family.

Before 24:, you cannot show any intention of retreating.

He observed the person who claimed to be from the Tananian family. She was a typical East Slavic woman with long white-blond hair and blue eyes. To be honest, he was not sure of her age, but there was no doubt that she must be a difficult person.

"Hello, ma'am. Congratulations on your victory in the casino. This is a victory like an emperor. Only four people have won this grand prize in the past. You are the fifth." Maklov greeted warmly.

"An imperial victory? I like it very much." Otilia smiled while holding up her wine glass.

She took a sip and then stared at the rim of the cup thoughtfully.

"If you want to meet with the manager of the New World Club, you must exercise the power of an emperor. Does this mean that you are also an emperor?" V

"Haha, I wish I was the emperor, but I'm not." Maklov smiled, "Please forgive me, Madam, I was sleeping and didn't know you were here."

"Well, I've heard that the club's management staff is rather lazy."

"Well, there's nothing we can do. Our schedules are reversed. Whenever the guests are immersed in the revelry, we just wake up. The night is the main venue for the revelry, and we indulge in the power of the night." Maklov sighed, "How do you address the lady?"

"Tananyia, Otilia Tananyia."

"It's a familiar name. I seem to have heard of it."

"I am the chief secretary of the Third District Administrative Palace."

"It turns out to be the General Secretary who has come from afar." Maklov smiled and poured two glasses of wine. "I am sorry for the rudeness. I am Maklov, only Maklov, because I am also from the Third District. May I ask how I can serve the General Secretary?"

"I want to see the person in charge here."

"The general manager is right in front of you. I am the general manager of the New World Club. This office is the only office, which is enough to prove my identity." Maklov handed the second glass of wine to her table, but he didn't care.

"No, you are not the person in charge. I want to meet the club's shareholders." Ottilia said lightly.

Maklov was stunned for a moment, and a hint of fear flashed across his pupils, but he hid it very well.

He put down his glass in confusion, as if thinking about the deeper meaning of this sentence.

"I'm sorry... Madam General Secretary, I don't quite understand. How can a shareholder be called the general manager? I am the general manager who is stationed in the club all year round, and everything here is managed by me. As you can see, I am the biggest here, and the others are just insignificant people."

"The New World Club was established in January 2043. Six months ago, it bought the top four floors of this building to serve as its headquarters. The club's founders are the current six shareholders, two of whom are humans and four of whom are aliens. I won't talk about the two of them. The remaining four aliens have all been on the FACA headquarters' red high-risk wanted list."

Otilia slowly told the unknown secrets of the club's shareholders, and Maklov's nerves tensed and his heart beat faster.

"Among these four alien shareholders, codenamed 'Whiskey' and codenamed 'Grass Cake' were both killed by the executive officer at the Coster Theater a week ago." Otilia continued, staring coldly at Maklov's hesitant eyes:

"Only 'Barbarian Bull' and 'Green Mask' are left. They were both S-class aliens before, but became SS-class after the carnival at the Koster Theater. They are the top leaders of the club. If I'm not mistaken, they are hiding on the top floor."

Maklov's pupils shrank sharply, and the phagocytes in his body subconsciously broke through, quickly suppressing them back into the body when they were about to touch the skin.

This is the "physical instinct" of the alien when facing the threat of the executive. When Ottilia said these words, he instinctively felt the crisis.

The matter regarding the two alien species from the New Citizen Sect had always been an absolute secret, and he was very sure that he had never told anyone about it.

Now, this woman who calls herself a member of the Tananiya family, but wears the An family crest, tells the story in a plain manner.

The only explanation is that she is an executive officer. FACA is also the most terrifying intelligence organization in the world. The so-called secrets are completely transparent in her eyes.

There was a long silence, and Maklov's tense body slowly relaxed.

He cannot go against FACA now. He had originally planned to cut ties with Xinmin tonight. If the other party came for Xinmin, then if they were well-matched, they would probably turn a blind eye to him. Besides, the other party might not be related to the executive.

He had seen too many powerful people involved in illegal transactions and their dark and brutal side. The chief secretary of the Administrative Palace was just one of the most powerful people.

Maklov looked at Otilia again, "Are you really the chief secretary of the Third District?"

"You can open your computer and check it now, there is no doubt about that."

"You said you were from the Tananya family, but you wear the An family crest on your body."

"Oh, this was given to me by An Ran. I wore it because I thought it looked nice."

Otilia took off the badge on her chest and showed it to Maklov at close range. The two lifelike white butterflies on the shield were intertwined like a hug, one half was extremely energetic, while the other half seemed a little withered.

Just when Maklov was still unsure about the authenticity and still had doubts, she opened her left hand again, and there was a ring symbolizing the princess of the Tananiya family.

"You are!" exclaimed Maklov.

"I am the princess of Tananiya. As you can see, An Ran is my fiancé." Otilia said, "I am indeed a member of the Tananiya family, and you are a guest of our family. To be precise, I came here for you, but my purpose is to get those two new people."

"What do you want?" Maklov's voice trembled.

"You are very sensible, that's good, it saves us some unnecessary trouble." Ottilia nodded.

"FACA will have an operation next. The core targets are [Barbarian Bull] and [Mask-Kin], and I need your help to prevent your guards from running into the executive officer. If those aliens know about it in advance, it will be very troublesome and endanger innocent people in this building."

Maklov opened his eyes wide, and it took him a while to realize that it was really the executive officer who was leading the crusade.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shook his head and refused to admit it.

"I also know that you want to cut ties with Xinmin. The club has done many illegal things under your management. Even if you break away from Xinmin, you will still be wanted by FACA. I can help you in the name of the Tananya family. It's better to have a family behind you to help you than to be alone."

"How do you know!" Maklov asked in a low voice.

"You think your plan is thorough, but it's actually full of loopholes. Think about it, if I know everything, how could those new citizens who are closer to you not know? You provided them with the last batch of organs and ended the cooperation, but it doesn't mean they will let you go."

She snapped her fingers. "Check your phone."

Maklov quickly opened his phone and found a location text message with no content, just a very small download file.

The file was downloaded in half a second and a clear photo popped up.

The photo was obviously taken just now, with a dim background, at the airport. There were several blurry figures under the private plane he was ready to take off on.

"Xinmin has been waiting for you at your private jet. In addition, you have prepared other ways to leave. They know you are leaving. You know a lot about Xinmin. Just getting rid of him is far from enough."

After a long time, Maklov let go of the phone weakly and it fell to the ground.

He was silent for a long time, and finally made a choice. His voice could not be heard. "The two new people are not on the top floor. They will appear at 24: to receive my last batch of goods. How can you ask me to cooperate? As long as you can ensure my safe departure."