Alien Executioner

Damn you!

Ronnie jumped up and was about to hit him hard, but the woman picked her up with one hand, carried her into the maids' bedroom like a cat, and threw her directly in. After she was done, she did not forget to close the door, clapped her hands and returned to the living room, having also gone to the toilet before.

She narrowed her eyes as she returned to the couch to go back to sleep.

Only then did he react.

When Roni called her, she said the name Xu Yanqian.

In the largest bedroom, the young ones shrunk back to their original forms, huddled together and soundly slept. Loni sat on the back of a crocodile wearing a maid outfit, recalling what had just happened.

……

Anya walked into the restaurant, found a seat and sat down. She called the waiter for a cup of cereal, a glass of milk and two fried eggs. Then she waited silently, as if she was just a passenger who came to have breakfast.

Aliens can eat normal human food, and their need for flesh and blood is usually once a month, while some aliens require it as frequently as once every half a month or once a week, so the food in the train restaurant is very normal and not human flesh.

There were not many people in the restaurant at the moment. Occasionally someone passed by, simply visiting the carriages. The waiters were also lazy, with little energy in the morning. They would hide in the corner smoking, chatting idly, and complaining about their troubles.

Anya then noticed someone walking through the restaurant eagerly towards the front carriage. It was a man wearing a black coat and short brown hair behind a mask. He keenly noticed someone observing him, turned around and looked at the only girl in the restaurant, paused for half a second, and left quickly.

Another human who took the serum.

Anya didn't care too much and planned to go back after breakfast. The evening was the best time to get information, and it was indeed too early now.

"Someone died..." There were soft whispers coming from behind, two girls who were traveling together were talking in low voices.

"It's those guys in carriage number seven." The black-haired girl was terrified. "It's said to be a divine punishment. They all have the red book on their beds..."

"I told you they would be in trouble!" The red-haired girl believed it firmly, and lowered her voice even more when she passed Anya.

Anya just glanced at their backs, stood up and followed them, taking this opportunity to get closer to the front of the car.

She noticed the two girls yesterday. They both lived in carriage number one, very close to the front of the train.

I can take advantage of this opportunity.

……

"Please stay."

The girls were stopped as they passed the waiter. They turned around and looked at the man in front of them with alert eyes.

The man's facial expression was stiff. He paused for a moment and then said slowly, "Ladies, someone wants to see you."

The girls looked at each other, and the black-haired girl stepped forward forcefully, "Who wants to see us?"

"You'll know when you get there." The waiter pointed to the door to the mezzanine, which was a public room specially provided for smokers.

The waiter in front of them was a little strange and looked like a robot, but no matter what, the girls let down their guard and subconsciously believed that the waiters on the train could be trusted. They walked into the public smoking room and looked inside.

A pair of hands behind them pushed them in forcefully. Before the girls could react, the door was closed and locked.

“Big, big, big bug…” The girls looked terrified. A black and red worm like a python was clinging to the wall.

The worm watched them, spreading its bloody light of temptation.

The phagocytes in the girls' bodies collapsed and they fell to the ground.

Anya stood outside the door waiting. When the door of the smoking room opened again, they walked out slowly. Their movements were stiff at the beginning, but gradually became smoother. The deep bloodshot in their eyes dissipated. Apart from not liking to smile, there were no other flaws.

They have been replaced by the Thousand Faces of Naija.

Chapter 223 The Second Night (Part )

The door was opened without warning. In the room of the first car, all the curtains were closed, the light was dim, and the air was filled with the rotten smell of dead rats.

"Very good, let go." Someone moved slowly.

The man didn't notice the door behind him opened. He leaned against the door and stared at a mechanical arm. As the arm loosened, a glass tube filled with purple solution fell into a metal box made of special materials. The liquid inside seemed to be extremely toxic and boiled in the tight environment.

"The reaction is too violent..." Milo muttered, reaching out to try to open the glass jar.

His hand was suspended in the middle, and he paused, muttering to himself, "Don't open it now? Then when can I open it?"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Milo turned around, picked up the wine glass and took a swig. After swallowing, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "As long as the effort will not be in vain, I will do whatever you say. This serum is not easy to come by, but for revenge, everything is worth it."

In the dimness, something silently raised its glass to him.

"Of course I know that the An family members cannot be overused, otherwise they will backfire." Milo sighed, "I don't plan to do that. They will help me eliminate the threats to the 002 landmark, which is also my goal. By then, they will have no value."

"You said those An family members gave you a bad impression?" Milo muttered to himself in surprise, "You are Shang, how could you be afraid of some half-humans? I admit that An Xin is very strong, incredibly strong. She is the strongest executive officer so far. Perhaps only Tang Qiu is qualified to be compared with her. They are both monsters who can kill Ban Shang with one sword. But the limit is the limit after all. As long as you can recover your strength, is there any need to be afraid of her?"

After a few seconds of silence, Milo scratched his head and continued to talk to himself.

"Are you kidding?"

His expression changed slightly: "Damn it! Shouldn't I have brought them here at all?"

Milo fell silent again, and spoke for a long time, "I haven't thought about this. If your guess is correct..." He paced back and forth, tightly holding the wine glass in his hand, "Just in case, we should abandon them now."

Milo caught a glimpse of a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay much attention to it at first, until he suddenly heard a faint breathing and looked over in disbelief.

"Why are you here?!"

He couldn't help but yell that two girls actually appeared in his bedroom and he didn't know how long they had been standing at the door.

Milo recognized the two girls, one with black hair and the other with red hair. Their private rooms were both in the first car, which had a high level of concealment on the train.

This train is certainly not for sightseeing, but a death train heading to hell. Before Milo betrayed the New Citizen Sect, he did not believe in evolutionary baptism or the new world. He only served the Tananiya family as the train conductor.

The passengers on each train were marked with hidden levels. The distinction between levels came from the importance attached to them by the Tananiya family. The earlier the carriage, the higher the level. This was also for the convenience of management. If something unexpected happened, Milo would abandon the other carriages and only take the first and second carriages to the destination.

And these two girls happened to be the VIPs of the first carriage, and were considered to be the people that the Tananya family had specifically requested to send. However, no matter how important such people were, Milo would still be annoyed if they suddenly appeared in his bedroom, and he would roar and curse.

"Asshole! Get out of here now!"

The girls were unmoved and still stood at the door and watched him. Milo should have exercised the power of the train conductor and asked the police to drag away the uninvited guests, but he thought that doing so would definitely offend them, and maybe they could be used after reaching the destination.

So he just walked forward, his previous anger disappeared, and he put on a gentler expression. He poured two glasses of water. The girls took the glasses and looked at him. Their eyes shifted slightly, and the atmosphere was not so tense anymore.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure," Milo said calmly, "It's never nice to barge into someone's room without saying anything."

"We knocked on the door," the black-haired girl said.

"I thought something happened to the conductor. I'm sorry for coming in without permission." The red-haired girl said apologetically.

"Maybe I didn't hear you, but I still appreciate your concern." Milo smiled implicitly, "Excuse me, ladies, are there anything I can do for you? If possible, why don't you go to the next room and talk? My room was just cleaned not long ago, and you can smell the smell of disinfectant."

The red-haired girl looked back and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Someone died."

"Someone died?" Milo frowned.

It is normal for casualties to occur on this train, and conflicts are inevitable. Milo also advocates that grievances should be resolved face to face, as long as they are not transferred to the "officials" on the train.

Those heavily armed police officers are not protecting the passengers, but the train.)

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that something was wrong. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, slowly exhaling white smoke. He turned and walked to the mirror to fix his hair... But he felt something was wrong, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

Something is watching.

"Tell the purser that he will deal with the body. It's not a big deal." Milo laughed and signaled the girls to relax. "You should learn to adapt to it and don't be surprised."

"You think it's normal that someone died?"

The red-haired girl was more lively. She shouted in surprise: "It's not a human, it's an alien!"

"It's probably a revenge killing. Didn't a conflict happen yesterday afternoon?"

Milo was not as reliable as the conductor when faced with an emergency, as if this was the most normal thing.

"I will ask someone to warn the murderers later. You don't have to worry about this matter."

"The conductor...";

The silent black-haired girl wanted to say something but couldn't. Milo didn't want to be disturbed by this matter, so he picked up the microphone from the wall and informed the chief purser: "Courser, there's a murder in the seventh car, go over and take a look."

"How do you know it's the seventh car?" the red-haired girl was surprised.

Milo chuckled: "Of course I know. Nothing can be hidden from me on this train."

"Okay girls, let's leave the troublesome things to the troublesome adults." Milo drove them away, grabbed the door knocker with his right hand, and smiled brightly, "I can guarantee that you will arrive at the destination safely, don't worry."

The door of the room was locked. Milo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His forced vitality was visibly weakening. His originally strong body was already riddled with holes. He trembled as he returned to the sofa. The heart-wrenching pain pulled him along with the beating of his heart.

"This feeling is getting stronger," Milo muttered.

He kicked the button beside the sofa, and several screens on the wall lit up. He monitored every private room. The cameras were not in the rooms, but in the aisles. He saw that the doors of four private rooms in carriage No. 7 were always closed and had never been opened again.

"Buzz-"

A sound like that of a bee suddenly came from beside him. Milo looked around alertly. This was a reminder that the jammer had detected an unknown signal.

"They didn't even open the door of the private room, so how did they know there was a dead person?" Milo finally reacted.

Finally, I found a miniature ** at the inconspicuous bottom of the door.

Playing with this little gadget, Milo's expression changed from gloomy to happy and he muttered to himself.

"It's for me."

Behind him, the transparent wine glass on the table reflected a flash of blood red.

Chapter 224 Second Night (Part )

In the afternoon, Milo greeted all passengers on the radio as usual, so that the train could relax and avoid the depressing atmosphere. He simplified the murder case in carriage No. 7 in a casual tone. Except for a few people who were alert and frightened, the passengers' reactions were as if they were listening to a story.

After finishing all this, Milo walked out of the broadcasting room and carefully looked at the empty aisle.

He noticed that someone on the train was trying to contact him with unclear intentions. He was not sure why the other party wanted it. His meeting with the two girls in the morning was not a coincidence. They broke into his bedroom with a purpose and placed eavesdropping devices, which also made Milo feel bad.

Could it be that his plan was exposed?

Although betraying Xinmin will not lead to him being abandoned by the Tananiya family, he will eventually lose their trust. This is his last time as a train conductor to complete his revenge on the Xinmin sect. After completing his revenge, there will no longer be anyone named Milo in the world. This is why he dared to use the An family and had already prepared a way out.

But from the first day the train started, Milo felt that he was being spied on, and the feeling was too obvious.

The girls who showed up in the morning proved this idea true.

He was worried that the Tananya family would abandon him, so he sent some bad people who hid among the passengers.

Or maybe they were members of the Xinmin Sect. These vicious thugs discovered the secret that I brought the An family with me and wanted to eliminate me.

Milo was never used to being passive, and after thinking it over he decided that he must take the initiative and eliminate the dangerous factors in the train.

It just so happened that I thought of settling down at this time, and now I can ask for their help.

……

Milo only invited Anya alone, knowing that this girl was the secret of the An family and was suspected to be Naya in disguise. She could only hide herself by using monsters. Naya had not appeared when he lived in the third district, so he had no concept of fear.

Anya was invited to the VIP room, which was the only VIP room on the train. All passengers were of distinguished status and all rooms were customized according to their preferences. They were even more luxurious than the luxury rooms in ordinary carriages. The so-called VIP room was a tea room, a place specifically for drinking tea.

"Hello, Miss Anya. I hope you can get used to it." Milo spoke first.

"It's really good." Anya exclaimed while holding the cup.

"I didn't know there was such a quiet place on the train, with no one to disturb me. Why don't you get straight to the point? What's the matter with you suddenly looking for me at this time? I hate waiting, and Mr. Milo doesn't seem like a person who always has free time."

Milo narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl unscrupulously, but she was not as scary as expected.

He was sure that the other person was Naya, with exactly the same face and an aura that could not be erased even if he hid it deeply.

"I just want to ask Miss Anya something." Milo slowed down his tone. As an older man, he knew how to lower the vigilance of a young girl.

Even if this little girl is a devil who eats people without leaving any bones.

interesting.

These two words surged out of her heart, like the phagocytes expressing disdain. Anya knew that Milo came to her because of a stress response.

Taking advantage of the two girls' unintentional break-ins into Milo's room and judging the closeness of his relationship with the passengers on the train based on their reactions, she did not believe that Milo was really just a train conductor responsible for transporting people, at least when it came to the fact that he was forced to set off "under threats and helplessness", it was false.

"Why me?" Anya asked knowingly.

She pretended to be confused and pointed at herself.

"I don't have anything worth asking. There are many things I don't understand. You should ask my cousins. I am just a foil on this journey. If my sisters knew that we met in private, they would probably be misunderstood."

"So I don't plan to let them know. You might as well listen to me before you leave in a hurry." Milo said, "One question, Miss Anya is Naya, right?"

"What is this? Are you looking for death?" Anya narrowed her eyes.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Miss Anya. It's just to make it easier for me to continue what I'm going to say next." Milo had already gotten the answer. He immediately straightened his sitting posture with his legs crossed and became much more respectful.

"What requires my identity to be Naya?" Anya didn't care, as if anyone could know this secret.

"There are many things, of course, that are not to be seen in public."