Alien Executioner

"It depends on her identity," the old man told him, "whether she is an alien species."

"What if it's not a different species?"

"It seems that you know nothing and you are really just here to look for someone." The old man said patiently, "This train is called 'New World', which means that we will eventually arrive at a new country, and we will go to that country to be baptized by evolution."

"baptism?"

"My friend, this is not a sightseeing tour bus." The old man yearned, "To be baptized and become a new citizen, to transcend the boundary between alien species and the dead, to ascend the ladder of god, that would be a great evolution. Maybe except for you, everyone on this train is here for evolution."

"And the end of the road of evolution is just ahead."

The old man pondered slowly, thinking that the man in front of him was in shock and really regarded him as a traveler looking for a friend, but for everyone on this train, how could it be called a journey? The old man smiled and drank, without interrupting the man's thinking.

In fact, An Ran was not shocked, but just waited for the old man to continue.

"You mentioned Mr. Milo, the owner of this train. I don't think he can be trusted. He told you that you can find her through this train, which means she is at the end and took the previous trains. If she is an alien species, she is lucky and has the opportunity to evolve, but if she is human, then I'm sorry."

The old man shook his head and spoke with regret.

"It can only be food."

Chapter 217: Alien Train (V)

"Are you surprised?"

The old man expressed great regret and told the terrible result with difficulty. He observed the man with long black hair in front of him and felt that the man was somewhat familiar, but he could not tell where he had seen him before and just thought that he was being too sensitive.

"My friend is not human, she is an artificial species."

An Ran added at the appropriate time, restraining his originally careless movements and holding the wine glass seriously.

He pretended to be worried and was very anxious.

"Old man, what if it is a man-made alien?"

The old man shook his head:

"I don't know about that. Actually, this is my first time going to the 'New World'. Artificial aliens have always been a special group. They are not fully accepted by humans, and aliens will not regard them as their own kind. The situation there is probably the same."

"I just hope to find her as soon as possible. I'm not interested in evolutionary baptism or anything like that." An Ran pursed his lips, then suddenly thought of something and paused.

"Oh, by the way, old man, what's up with the humans on the train?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just said that humans there are mostly used as food, but I noticed that there are quite a few humans on this train. So for them, it is a journey to certain death, but they are not afraid. They must have been lured here by Milo." Lin

"No, on the contrary, they volunteered." The old man shook his head.

An Ran adjusted his mask, and said in a slightly puzzled tone: "Volunteering to be food? Unbelievable."

"You don't know that the Xinmin Cult has a large number of human supporters. Humans are more eager to gain the power to become gods than we are. Baptism and evolution can help them get rid of their fragile bodies and gain unprecedented authority. If you imagine a group of ants gaining the power to overthrow a human, you will understand." The old man sneered.

“They know they’re going to be food.”

"I don't know how the New Citizens Cult convinced them, but..." The old man's smile became more sarcastic, "I can probably guess that it was a lie and a conspiracy. As long as they tell humans that they will be reborn after death, they will come running and believe in evolution."

At this time, there were figures walking in the corridor outside the private room, and there was a lot of noise. An Ran stood up and looked at the people outside. They were having a verbal conflict. They were not aliens, but they were all arrogant, noble and arrogant, and hated each other.

It is ironic that on a "God-ascending" train heading to Base 002, humans who think they are the lucky ones and the children of destiny regard other humans as competitors, while the aliens on the same train work together, which is completely different.

After listening to the conversation, it was roughly understood that the two had been at odds with each other in the past. Both were powerful people from the second district. They both felt that they had perfect genes and were destined to be extraordinary since birth, so they had the opportunity to be baptized and evolved, but they were just unlucky and had to drag along human skins. The two of them disliked each other.

The two kept belittling each other and almost came to blows, neither of them willing to give in.

The former claimed that his ancestors were three generations of dukes and were only one step away from wearing the crown, so he was superior to others in terms of bloodline.

The latter sneered, saying that your ancestors gave birth to a duke, so the reason you are so powerful is because of your ancestral bloodline, and it has nothing to do with you. As for me, my ancestors for eighteen generations were just farmers, diligently herding cattle and sheep on a thousand hectares of land every day. In my generation, I relied on my own efforts to get into the upper class. I, the upstart, am on an equal footing with you, the old noble. Either you are too cowardly, or I am too powerful...

The former was furious. He took off his top hat, pulled out a short stick from his sleeve and started fighting. The other humans were roughly divided into two factions. They stood behind the two men and cursed each other. When the situation was getting out of control, the aliens squeezed in to persuade them to stop fighting.

The waiter arrived late and finally calmed the situation after much persuasion.

An Ran stood at the door and witnessed the incident, smiling bitterly under his mask.

He didn't know why he was smiling bitterly.

The old man stood silently by the door. All creatures like to join in the fun, and aliens are no exception. He patted An Ran's shoulder to attract his attention, then pointed at the back of the man who claimed to be the descendant of the Duke.

"That guy is quite famous in District Two. He's the head of the Willott family, a hereditary earl, and his name seems to be Robb. He's an out-and-out weirdo who blindly worships us aliens. Originally, this family was very powerful and had a relationship with the An family. It was because of this alien that they were abandoned by the An family."

The old man explained his background, his eyes still immersed in the fun he had just had.

"After that, the An family began to support the Wilson family. Originally, the Wilson family was only a vassal of the Willot family, so he became psychologically unbalanced and became even more aggressive. He often invited aliens to his manor and even engaged in human trafficking. When he was first investigated, he was protected by the An family because of his An family bloodline. As he became more and more presumptuous, he was finally completely abandoned by the An family."

"How could he have An family blood?" An Ran was puzzled.

He knew the Willot family. When he went to District 2 to deal with the De Yagus incident, he met representatives of this family in the Wilson family's Heavy Industry Building.

It has always been An Ran's habit to investigate the families he encounters at any time.

The Willot family as a whole has nothing to do with the An family.

The old man knew a lot, much more than An Ran imagined. He slowly explained, "It's his mother."

"His mother is from the An family." An Ran finally understood.

"The Willot family had no An family bloodline before this generation, until the mother of this family head married in. I heard that his mother has some relationship with the Wilson family and is the great aunt of the current family head, Nolu."

His mother was the sister of Nuolu's grandmother, and the An family bloodline of the two heads happened to be related to the sisters. It was also because of the An family bloodline of the sisters that the two families were cared for by the An family and stood firm in the second district.

An Ran felt that things were becoming interesting.

I didn’t expect that what happened in the first district would not only affect the third district, but also involve the second district.

I really don’t know whether I should say that it ultimately comes down to the huge power of the An family.

Or in other words, from the beginning to the end, it was because these events were related to the An family.

The reason why Robb appeared on the train was closely related to the An family blood in his body.

The old man patted An Ran's shoulder again, interrupting his deep thoughts and laughing: "These things have nothing to do with us, don't think too much, their conflicts will continue, we just need to watch the fun."

"I just feel sad about their contradictions. Humans hate their fellow human beings, but they respect us very much."

"On this train, nothing is impossible. That's human nature." The old man lowered his head, took out his pocket watch, and looked at it, his eyes widening.

"Oh hell! Why is it so late? I should go to the restaurant to get my dinner. The later I go, the worse the food I can get. What's your name, friend? Nice to meet you. Maybe we can continue our conversation tonight or tomorrow."

"Wang Feng." An Ran stretched out his hand.

"Five-seven." The old man shook his hand.

An Ran remained calm when he heard the name, but he made some temporary judgments in his mind.

"I will protect you in this car from now on. Brother Wang Feng, I'm leaving first. You should hurry to the restaurant in the back car to get food, otherwise it will be too late and there will be nothing left." The old man ran away, leaving only his voice gradually fading away.

An Ran nodded symbolically in response to the old man's reminder, walked into the private room, turned on his blood-eye to scan the surroundings, and after making sure there were no other surveillance devices, he placed the **.

After finishing all this, he turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a letter stuck in the gap between the sofa and several booklets under the table.

An Ran didn't take it to look at it, knowing that it was a test.

I looked up and saw a man standing at the door, looking at me in surprise, having seen what had just happened.

The man straightened his shoulders and assured naturally: "I didn't see anything and I won't tell the old gentleman."

An Ran said nothing and passed him by and left.

Just when the man breathed a sigh of relief, he was stunned and lowered his head in disbelief. His movements became stiff, like a spring without oil, and his body turned gray visibly.

The body of the statue fell straight to the ground, and the clothes turned into powder. The waiter passing by felt strange, found tools to shovel away the powder, and dumped it into the trash can. No one noticed that someone went missing on the first day of the train's departure.

Chapter 218: Alien Train (VI)

There was a knock on the door of the carriage. It was probably the waiter who came to deliver the food. Although they brought their own ingredients, no one wanted to go into the kitchen to show off their cooking skills. Song Yixiao opened the door carefully, only to see the other party pushing a whole dining cart in. The person delivering the food turned out to be a soldier.

The male waiters on this train are all soldiers. It is said that in addition to Milo, there is also a major in charge of the front of the train. They have a team of soldiers who have undergone artificial alien experiments and are skilled in the use of devouring weapons to maintain order on the train.

"The conductor has instructed me to send the dining car to the door and you have to push it in yourself."

The soldier lowered his head and recorded the daily meal delivery information in a booklet. When he was done, he pointed at the tableware.

"It's okay if the plates are broken, but the cutlery must be recycled, so please be careful when you eat."

"When are you going to collect the dining truck?" Song Yixiao poked her head out the door and asked, glancing at the soldiers.

"We will come again at twelve o'clock to bring you midnight snacks." The soldier replied.

"Oh, I was so scared. I thought we had to wash the dishes ourselves." Song Yixiao just let out a deep breath and patted her chest.

"Ma'am, you are such a joker." The soldier stood at attention and saluted.

Song Yixiao opened a silver cover on the dining cart and asked, "Can these things be eaten?"

"Don't worry, the conductor has specifically instructed us to do so." The soldier saw her worry and said, "The food will be provided by your carriage. We will not provide food from other carriages because we are afraid you may not be used to it."

After saying that, he poked his head out, and his originally serious expression suddenly became lewd, and he peeked inside the door cautiously.

"What are you doing!" Song Yixiao blocked the crack in the door.

"Curious. Big sister, where do you get your ingredients?" The man hesitated and looked embarrassed.

"Who are you saying is the eldest sister? Speak clearly!"

"Hey... Ma'am." The man immediately changed his tone.

"That's more like it. Why are you asking about the ingredients?" Song Yixiao became alert, squinted her eyes and took a step back, grabbing the door and ready to close it at any time to prevent this guy from running in on impulse and seeing the secrets in the car.

"The quality of the food in your carriage is so good, the best of the best, not just ordinary flesh and blood." The man rubbed his hands together with a smile, "If there is enough food, can you leave some for me? I can spend money."

"We are not short of money. Besides, what are you going to do with the food?"

"Eat it."

"Why are you so greedy?" Song Yixiao's attitude was unquestionable and she pushed the unwilling waiter out.

She pushed the dining cart into the carriage and was about to complain about the waiter when she saw An Ran's gesture to silence her.

Song Yixiao shut her mouth. An Ran put on headphones and monitored the first target. The old man in the fourth carriage was staying in his own private room. It was already night outside the opened curtain. The bright moonlight was splashing on the earth. Everything was so quiet.

An Ran frowned. The only sound in the headphones was her breathing, without even the sound of electronic products.

It seemed as if the old man had been sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper or in a daze, his breathing steady and powerful, like a beating heart.

An Ran hid the ** in the private room not long ago, and we cannot rule out the possibility that the old man has discovered the monitoring device. The first thing he did when he returned to the carriage was to put on headphones, and he never left the carriage. Until now, no valuable conversation has been obtained.

The old man didn't talk to anyone at all, and no one else entered the private room.

This is the biggest doubt.

Tonight is the first night of the train's departure. Night is often the stage for networking. The other passengers on the train take advantage of the time after dinner to visit private rooms and greet each other.

Although the old man is an SS-level super alien, he was completely excluded. Until now, no one has knocked on the door of the private room. He stayed alone in the room, not caring about what was happening outside, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

An Ran was also a little hungry and wanted to give up monitoring tonight. Just as he was about to take off his headphones, he was slightly stunned.

bang bang bang-

There was finally a knock on the door of the old man’s private room.

"Prepare to record this conversation." An Ran connected his mobile phone to the monitoring device so that the artificial intelligence could record it.

An Xin appeared beside him and put on another headset.

The originally steady breathing in the headphones suddenly became rapid due to the knock on the door, followed by the sliding of the private room door.

There was silence for several seconds, and then a second pair of footsteps was heard going deeper into the room until the door was closed again.

"Found it." The voice turned out to be the soldier who had just delivered the meal.

"Where?" the old man asked calmly.

"The last car."

"The last few carriages are warehouses for food. Could he have sneaked in?"

"No, Milo temporarily added a carriage, which took three days to build. It was a woman who opened the door just now, not the man you said."

The soldier paused for a few seconds, and the sound of turning pages of a book was heard.

"There should be a group of people hiding in the last carriage, all brought by Milo, but he didn't tell me."

"Do you know where they came from?"

"I don't know. The other party is very alert. But after all, they are brought by Milo. You have nothing to worry about, unless there is something wrong with the owner of this train." The soldier said with a smile, "If there is something wrong with Milo, then there must be something wrong with me too."

"It's always better to be vigilant." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became relaxed.