Alien Executioner

Milo sighed helplessly:

"The public restaurants are in the fourth and tenth carriages. The doors of the other carriages will not be locked. The passengers will have their own private rooms. Each carriage has six independent private rooms. The waiters are not mine, they are from Tananya, so you have to be careful. But I still advise you to do nothing and stay in this carriage."

After saying this, he saluted again, walked through the door and left. After a while, the car body vibrated slightly, and the special car accelerated and left the city of Santa Ana.

Chapter 215: Alien Train (Part )

After Milo left, they went into their respective rooms. The first thing they did was to take out their laptops and power strips. An Xiao felt bored, so she logged into the social software to chat with the author. She was very careful when choosing the room, so she chose one next to Anya's bedroom.

Right now Anya is disguised as a tentacle, and there is a high probability that someone will take advantage of the opportunity to attack her at night. If she can't get her elder sister, can she not get a small clone?

Although her brother agreed to lend her the Thousand Faces Tentacle for one day, one day was far from enough.

"Hey, which bedroom are you going to rest in?"

Ronnie, who was standing at the door, stuck her head out and looked at the woman sitting in the living room.

"The living room will be fine." Song Yixiao said without even raising her head.

The largest bedroom was left to Roni and the maids. As for Song Yixiao, she sat on the sofa in the living room. Unlike the others, the first thing she did was to open the heaviest box and set up the monitoring device on the tea table without any hesitation. This was her habit as an agent.

Another box contained many miniature toys of different shapes, pens, roses... and boxes of Extra gum.

An Ran kept staring at the devices during the assembly process.

In comparison, I was more surprised at Milo's ability to act.

The carriage at the end of the mysterious train was fully equipped with facilities and furniture except for the computer. Milo had boasted about it when he boarded the train. Three days ago, he was forced to agree to the request of the brother and sister An Xin and An Ran, and built this exclusive carriage in just three days.

This is enough to show how much Milo takes it seriously. He is not perfunctory but very serious.

It doesn't seem that he was forced to embark on this journey to Siberia because of the threat from the two strongest executives in the world.

Just as he was thinking, Song Yixiao completed the assembly.

"Find a chance to deliver these micro-**s to them." Song Yixiao pointed at the box. Besides An Xin and Sister Tang, she was the third woman who could give orders to the chief director of FACA in a lazy manner.

"Wouldn't it be too conspicuous if you put the equipment in the living room?" An Ran said as he picked out a few of the least noticeable ones.

"What can I do? I have to stay by the equipment all the time. Wherever the equipment is, my bed is there. Am I supposed to stay in the kitchen? The kitchen is so small." Song Yixiao shrugged, "There are no rooms left. Either you switch with me, or we sleep together."

"You can go to Anya's room."

"Forget it, I don't want to stay with that tentacle. It's creepy." Song Yixiao shook her head repeatedly.

She paused and smiled:

"You can let the tentacle pretend to be An Ran, and then you can sleep with your sister as Anya, and leave Anya's room for me. Anyway, you have to stay together at night."

Song Yixiao observed his attitude, and An Ran weighed the pros and cons and chose to agree.

"it is good."

"Just kidding. I checked ahead of time. Your rooms only have two spare sockets, which is far from enough for me." Song Yixiao shook her head and refused. "The living room is fine. No one can come in anyway. As for the service team on the train, forget it."

She suddenly thought of something and looked towards the door at the front of the carriage unconsciously, "You think Milo has no selfish motives?"

An Ran put the selected miniature gun into his pocket and looked up at the door.

"It would be great if he had selfish motives. We can take advantage of them, but we know too little about him right now."

"So we have to monitor those passengers. We can get another side of Milo from their mouths." Song Yixiao took out a pair of fully charged headphones.

"What he has said so far is just one-sided. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. He claims to be a train conductor, but he might just be an errand boy. If you plan to go out and contact them now, you'd better come up with a reasonable identity. Milo's business partner may be setting a trap."

An Ran took the communicator and thought about it.

"How about Naya's friends? We can convince them of our alien identity, but also make them afraid to judge the truth."

"Oh my God!" Song Yixiao couldn't help but exclaim.

"No way."

"You plan to cause the aliens on the train to panic? I really don't know what you are thinking." Song Yixiao denied this identity on the spot. "I know you want to intimidate them and prevent them from doubting your identity and delving into it, but it will be difficult to integrate into their circle if you do this."

"I have my own way."

An Ran did not give Song Yixiao a chance to discuss. In some aspects, he was unreasonably strong and a very stubborn person. He never made judgments easily, and once he made up his mind, he would never change it. This extreme lone wolf behavior would bring surprising results, but would also fail occasionally.

Due to the characteristics of An Ran - especially his facial expressions and temperament, which became the first impression, he had to wear a full-face mask. He deliberately kept the phagocytes in his body at a low level of activity, emitting the alien aura at any time to dispel the aliens' suspicions.

After finishing preparations, An Ran opened the door connecting the carriages, and did not forget to look back at Song Yixiao, making an "OK" gesture, meaning I am ready and waiting for good news.

Song Yixiao couldn't help but smile. She looked at Naya's back and thought it would be better to use Anya's identity. Maybe An Ran could make Naya feel more comfortable.

An Ran raised his head slightly and stood in a brand new carriage. There was no one in this carriage. It was actually a warehouse for storing "ingredients". Behind the glass windows were frozen corpses with their organs specially separated. He walked all the way and found that the last few carriages of the train were all cargo carriages.

He bumped into some waiters who were fetching food. The waiters were not surprised to see him. It was obvious that Milo had informed them in advance. The waiters knew that there was an exclusive compartment at the end, which was for the most distinguished guests. They smiled at An Ran and asked if he needed anything.

An Ran politely ignored the waiter and shook her head to indicate that she had no needs at the moment.

He stood at the door of the fourth-to-last carriage. The countless powerful heartbeats in front of him became more and more obvious. He would encounter passengers starting from the front carriage.

He opened the door of the carriage and formally walked into the sight of the passengers. All of them were wearing masks without exception, but wearing masks did not make them look special.

The man leaning against the wall of the corridor was texting to his friend, not noticing someone next to him, and was smiling from ear to ear while typing.

An Ran glanced at him, looking surprised. Although it was not recommended to pry into the privacy of passers-by, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The text message was in English, and roughly meant "Baby, I miss you so much", "After I finish this job, I will go home and buy a car and a house for your boyfriend, so you don't have to squeeze on the bus", "Don't ask me where I am or what I am doing, I will silently protect you even if I am in a forgotten corner of the world..." -

"Unbelievable."

An Ran couldn't help but mutter.

Is the girlfriend's "boyfriend" in the text message referring to the owner of the phone? She deliberately used the third-person perspective to encourage herself, meaning that baby, your boyfriend will be able to buy a car and a house soon... An Ran didn't quite understand. Language can often express different meanings depending on the context. Maybe he just misunderstood it.

The man finally noticed someone next to him. He turned his head in shock, and the eyes in the black rabbit mask opened as big as copper bells.

"Who are you? You're crazy!"

The man accused angrily, stuffed the phone into his pocket, swore several times, and even wanted to take action, until he finally noticed the terrible aura of chaos and chaos surging from the man in front of him.

He stood there in horror, the image of An Ran in his eyes was between clear and blurry, shrouded in blood red. The blood seemed alive, clinging to his body and surging like tentacles. They observed and sized him up, their dazzling gazes seeming to weigh the pros and cons, and finally screamed.

All the phagocytes in the man's body withered at once, and he fled in panic, locking the door of the private room.

"I'm... sorry..." The apology was stuck in An Ran's mouth.

He couldn't understand. He was clearly trying his best to hide his presence, and exposing a faint presence just to gain the other person's trust.

Chapter 216: Alien Train (Part )

An Ran realized that the aliens on the train might not have the ability to resist his aura. In other words, he overestimated these passengers. They were not all SS-level, and the super aliens were not exaggerated to the point where they were everywhere on the train.

He had to let the phagocytes in his body retract again, looking more like an SS-level alien.

All the passengers on the train wore masks. They were chatting casually in the aisle or drinking coffee in the seats in the lounge. Occasionally, a few people stayed in the private rooms and lay down to play with their phones and computers. Those who came out for some fresh air completely ignored An Ran, and occasionally a few people looked at him a few more times.

The flawless train was running on the rails, shuttling across the vast land. The private room was incredibly calm, and everything was shrouded in "normality." If you hadn't experienced it yourself, it would be hard to believe that this was an alien train.

An Ran pretended to look for passengers in his own compartment, moving between carriages and observing every alien.

There were 64 people on the train, only 13 of whom were humans, and a faint smell of serum permeated the air wherever it went.

There were many more heartbeats than just that. There were many more heartbeats gathered at the front of the car, probably where Milo was.

An Ran's slightly blood-red eyes lit up silently, and his phagocytes blossomed in the shackles of decadence, spying on the bodies of the passengers.

Most of them are S-level species.

The source of the serum was humans, and the aliens on the train did not take the serum.

The suspected SS-class passengers either sat in the private rooms, quietly alone even though the doors were open, or sat in the restaurant or lounge, drinking coffee or wine and reading newspapers or news. These SS-class aliens all kept a low profile and seemed calm.

Occasionally, an SS-level alien would notice that they were being spied on and look over, only to see a man with long black hair and a white mask standing at the door.

"strangeness……"

The last SS-class alien being observed raised his head and muttered. He was an elderly man without a mask.

He and An Ran looked at each other for a long time. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he reached out and patted the sofa as an invitation.

He raised his glass and narrowed his eyes.

"My friend, you have something on your mind."

With a standard London accent, he was an old-fashioned gentleman with slightly graying brown hair. He gently put down his glass and moved slowly, as if time was slow for him. The old man smiled and watched the strange man walk into the private room until he sat down.

An Ran and the old man were separated by an oak table. The private room was in an elegant European style with incomprehensible abstract paintings hanging on the walls. He took the old man's wine glass but did not drink it, looking nonchalant.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

"More than that." The old man smiled kindly, "Not only did you recognize the wrong person, but you also couldn't find the place."

Keen observation: when An Ran was observing the old man, the old man was also observing himself.

This is exactly the target that needs to be monitored, the kind-eyed old man and the SS-level alien, these two identities combined are often extremely dangerous.

This is the experience Naya has summed up in the past. The more low-key the super alien is, the more difficult it is to deal with.

"I'm just too bored and want to find a like-minded companion. Are you alone, old man?"

An Ran smiled, but her smile looked even more dull beneath the mask.

The old man tensed his face like a child, looking a little flattered: "I am already old and can still be chosen as a like-minded partner. This is the passion that young people should have. Old people don't have this opportunity."

"No matter how old a man is, he is always young at heart." An Ran said this while not even remembering where he met Zhe Yan.

"Did you make this up yourself?"

The old man was humble and exposed him like a child with a sly smile on his face. His elegant and gentlemanly appearance was just a disguise. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a child.

An Ran sighed, "The old man really doesn't give me face."

"Hey, sorry, it's just a habit."

The old man raised his eyebrows, refilled the empty glass with red wine, and pointed at his head.

"I have a little hobby. I like to expose lies, no matter what the lie is. At the same time, I also like to observe a person."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but he looked particularly solemn under his sharp eyes. "I noticed you ten minutes ago. You should be from the back car, looking for someone. I don't think I am the one being looked for."

An Ran nodded.

"A missing friend."

"Maybe I can help."

The old man is very generous and willing to help friends he meets for the first time.

"It's our greeting gift. You people in District 3 have a popular saying: fate is..."

"Meeting is fate." An Ran corrected.

He was slightly surprised, "Old man, how do you know I'm from District 3?"

"The accent is too strong. People in the third district speak English and people in the second district speak Mandarin with accents." The old man laughed.

“It turns out to be so obvious.”

"How about telling me about your friend, woman?"

"You guessed right, old man. It's a woman. But please don't get me wrong. We don't have that kind of relationship. We are just good friends."

“I know, I know.” The old man smiled kindly again, and this time there was more meaning in his smile that said “I understand.”

An Ran is adept at telling lies and uses them to enrich his own personality.

"You really misunderstood. That friend is my sister's best friend. My sister has been disabled at home since she was a child, and her best friend has always taken care of her. But not long ago, she disappeared, and I came here on behalf of my sister."

"I see."

The old man realized that he had really misunderstood and became serious.

"I thought she would be here." An Ran sighed, "Mr. Milo told me that I could find the answer by taking this train, but I misunderstood what he meant, so I wandered around like a headless fly, searching every carriage."

Talking about Milo at the appropriate time can make your own personality become valuable. The fact that you have a relationship with the train conductor Milo is enough to attract the old man's interest. Just by casually saying the name, the other party can think that he was invited by Milo.

At the same time, An Ran observed the old man's reaction to the name Milo.

He guessed that there was more to Milo than met the eye.

The expected reaction did not appear. The old man was calmer than expected. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Well... there are two possibilities. Maybe she is not lucky enough, or maybe she is lucky enough."

"how do I say this."