Alien Executioner

Realizing something, Murakami Kukoji hid the glass jar somewhere in the laboratory and immediately returned to his room.

The room Milo prepared for them was a slightly renovated military dormitory, which was not as warm as a tent. At this time, several figures were standing outside the door, looking inside through the small window on the door. They heard someone approaching and turned around, only to see Murakami Jiuxiaolu coming over with his upper body naked.

"Are you guys okay?" He pretended to have just run.

"I have something to tell you." Milo stood with his hands behind his back. There were several people standing beside him, all with unfriendly faces.

Murakami recognized these people. They were also passengers on the train and had some conflicts with him. They were also present when the two groups clashed in carriage No. 1 on the afternoon of the first day.

"He is Xinmin's spy!" The middle-aged woman pointed at Murakami and said loudly, "Mr. Milo, I dare say he must be Xinmin's man. In order to avoid being wiped out at the end, we have to kill him now!"

"Xinmin's people?" Milo frowned. "It might be a misunderstanding."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Murakami sneered, "If you're sick, you need to treat it. If I have a relationship with Xinmin, I should be a guest of honor. Otherwise, it would be a shame for the Murakami family. So, if I'm a guest of honor, I shouldn't be on the train."

Milo frowned even more and looked at Murakami with more helplessness.

Murakami understood the look. He believed that Milo supported him and that this group of people were just being unreasonable.

"I've been to the Murakami family and met all the young people in the Murakami family, including the heir!" The woman insisted, "You are not Murakami Kukouji at all!"

"Without evidence, no one can convince Mr. Milo, of course, including me." Murakami acted very lazy.

"I heard you guys had a conflict." Milo sighed.

"Haha, I don't need to get serious with this loser." The woman looked at Milo, "Milo, you know who I am. My cousin is the underground xenogeneic queen 'Taster'. The Murakami family is just her lackeys. I know the real Murakami Kukoji."

"Wait a minute, Murakami, let's go in and talk first." Milo signaled the woman to shut up and called Murakami Jiuxiaoji into the room.

"She is just a lunatic. Please don't mind her, Mr. Milo." Murakami Jiuxiaoji said, "She and I often have conflicts. She just wants to take revenge."

"I believe you, Murakami." Milo still sighed, not optimistic.

"It's just that they keep bringing this up, and more and more people will question it. If it's not handled today, I'm worried..."

Murakami got the hint.

"I see. Do you have any good solution?"

"As for whether you are Murakami Kukoji, you only need to prove it with your strength. As one of the four super aliens in District 9, it should be easy to make them shut up." Milo put his arm around his shoulders and smiled, "They think so too."

"I will not be responsible for their death later." Murakami said coldly, deliberately raising his voice so that the people outside could hear.

Milo clapped his hands, turned around, and smiled evilly.

Chapter 248 Fifth Night (Five) Fins

The wind blew up his windbreaker as the man stood on the observation deck smoking a cigarette. He lowered his head to look at the bronze statue in the square below while playing with the Devouring Weapon in his hand.

There were a few more lights in the darkness. Several people holding tactical flashlights stepped on the snow in the square and tried to find the man. They didn't care that they were exposed in the pitch-black darkness, but they didn't notice the iron tower above their heads.

The woman in the lead was called Fulla. This plain-looking middle-aged woman had a ferocious look on her face, breathing heavily from her nostrils, and was determined to chop the man into pieces.

Murakami Jiuxiaoji arrived at the square in advance and chose a commanding height. The iron tower stood in the snowstorm, and it would be difficult for the other party to find it if they were not familiar with the environment in advance.

Only by taking the initiative can you avoid being restricted by others.

In fact, he had another choice, which was to escape at this time, but then he would not be able to take the glass jar with him, and this trip to Siberia would be completely in vain.

Clearly only one step away, something unexpected happened, and Murakami had no choice but to fight, otherwise Milo would become suspicious.

He thought of a small possibility.

This is most likely a trap set for yourself.

It must be resolved quickly.

"Where are you hiding? I know who you are. Don't try to trick me. Come out quickly. It will be quick." At this time, Fulla's teasing voice came from below.

Someone was laughing, the sound was cold and terrible, and it was getting closer and closer. The woman was climbing up to the observation tower and had already captured the location of Murakami Jiuxiaoji.

The rustling sound of windbreakers could be heard nearby. Several of the woman's companions had already hidden on the tower, watching every move in the main observation deck.

Murakami had a fearless look in his eyes. He put out his cigarette, took off his windproof coat, wiped Wu with his clothes, his pupils shining like an arrogant lion in the dark, waiting for the woman to come.

The woman was already very close. She was not stupid enough to go up to him rashly. She guessed that the man was ready and waiting for her, so she clung to the outside of the iron tower like a blooming spider.

Before she knew it, the woman had arrived outside the tower and had no intention of taking the elevator or the ladder.

"Murakami... Oh no, I should call you Black Goat Butler." The woman's voice appeared in all directions at the same time, and it was hard to find the correct one. "Will replacing someone else make you lose yourself? Look at the snow outside. Sorry, you may not be able to see it. You might as well stick your head out to appreciate it. But be quick, or you will not be able to see it soon."

"Come on, just come in. I think it's quite cold outside." Murakami smiled, seeing through the woman's tricks.

"You're still in the mood to wipe your knife at this hour. I don't know whether I should praise you for being calm or conceited." The woman looked through the glass and saw that the man had been wiping the white devouring weapon.

"I thought you were crazy, but now you're talking pretty normal." Murakami shrugged. "It's just that your father and brother were chopped off. As for holding a grudge until now, you should let it go, big sister. It's easy to enter menopause early."

The woman gnashed her teeth in anger.

"Think about it, I helped you kill your father and brother. As the youngest daughter in the family without any inheritance rights, this should be a very happy thing. I am your benefactor. How can I hunt down my benefactor every day?"

The woman said nothing more, her eyes revealing the coldness that she could no longer hold back.

There was a rustling sound, and Murakami looked up suddenly. The only door was opened at some point. He dodged the long blade that thrust in. Then a dazzling white light shone in, illuminating everything in the main lookout, including himself who had no way to hide. The strange man threw away the flashlight indifferently and rushed in front of him.

The man's hands turned completely into sharp blades. Not only that, equally ferocious blades grew out of his shoulders, and the four blades tried to clamp Murakami Kukoji.

At the same time, a huge sickle tail cut in from the outside, cutting off the entire iron lookout tower, and the second woman in ambush was exposed.

Murakami Jiuxiaoji broke the glass and jumped off the iron tower, falling dozens of meters, rolling on the snow and hiding in the darkness.

He raised his head and stared at the iron tower above him, his heart beating faster.

The situation has changed, these guys are all SS-level aliens!

Several shadows jumped down from the sky and leaped towards him accurately. The woman in the lead had a huge sickle tail, and she had always maintained a harmless image in the team.

These people were all strangers to Murakami. He only knew Fulla, the cousin of the underground queen connoisseur. As for the others, he had never seen them before and thought they were just her temporary helpers who were bought with benefits.

How come they are all SS-level aliens?

Murakami wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his swallowing weapon broke directly when he tried to block the giant tail sickle. The woman stood in front of him with an expressionless face, looking at him without saying a word.

The others surrounded him, and Fulla, like a spider, dropped from the air and stared at her prey.

"Aunt." The expressionless woman finally spoke. She turned out to be Fulla's niece.

"Let me kill the murderer of my father with my own hands, okay?"

"Don't underestimate the enemy, you can't deal with him." Fulla stopped her niece and approached Murakami.

"Your father and grandfather both died at his hands. I don't know what tricks he has up his sleeve. To be on the safe side, we must tear him into pieces together!"

"You think too highly of me. It was your father who was stupid enough to die in my hands." Murakami Jiuxiaolu mocked, but he was telling the truth. It's just that the other party would never believe it.

Fulla did what she said. She didn't waste any words. If she said they would tear the man into pieces together, then she really did it, leaving no room for mercy.

The method of delaying time by talking failed. Not every alien is a chatterbox. Fulla personally cut off one of Murakami Kukoji's arms. He was faster than everyone else except this woman. Fulla's body was covered with tentacles made of bones and phagocytes. The eight tentacles looked like an unfolded spider.

Murakami ran along the outside of the square, and his severed arm gradually recovered. He had never thought about dealing with so many people at the beginning. His strength was definitely not as good as the real Murakami Kukoji, so he would definitely be exposed.

So he had already made plans to escape, and used the cover of the blizzard to sneak into the laboratory of the abandoned base again and take away the glass jar.

I'm not sure if Milo was watching nearby. After all, it was snowing so hard and the sky wasn't even bright yet, so even the best eyes wouldn't be able to do any good.

But he underestimated Fulla.

Countless dark shadows with tentacles cut through my vision and emerged from under my feet.

All of Murakami Jiuxiaolu's phagocytes were cut off by the tentacles, and he staggered and fell to the ground. He was also an SS-level alien but could not achieve half-death transformation. He was slightly inferior to the real half-death form. Before he could get up, he was suspended by a tentacle. Fulla did not kill the enemy who killed her family in front of her immediately, but looked him up and down with her light red eyes.

"You have become weaker, and there is a smell of serum." The woman concluded, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, your heart can't take it. It turns out that you are an artificial species. You have to rely on serum all the time, so your body is getting weaker and weaker."

In the semi-dead form, the phagocytes can separate from the body and exist independently. Fulla's tentacles drilled out from the snow, pierced into his body and held him tightly. She once again stopped her niece who came and signaled not to kill Murakami Jiuxiaoji immediately. It was obvious that she wanted to say more to make up for the emotions of chasing him all these years and some regrets.

Murakami's body felt like it was going to explode in severe pain. He reached out to take out the last bit of serum to soothe his heart, but Fulla snatched it away and crushed it in her hand.

"I regret that I didn't kill you when you were in your prime." Fulla leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice, "The family will not recognize me as the heir, and my arrogant cousin continues to ridicule me. Even if you die, I won't gain anything."

Murakami immediately understood that this woman was still mentally ill. She was now thinking of letting him go, which was a hint that she was planning to keep the enemy at bay.

But what Fulla said next overturned the guess. She paused and continued:

"Hand over that thing. Do you really think I'm here to kill you? Hand over that thing and I can let you live."

"Aunt, why don't you kill him?" Fulla's niece frowned and couldn't help but say.

"Shut up! It's not your turn to teach me how to do anything!" Fulla glared at her.

She continued to look at Murakami Jiulu, and patiently said:

"You must know what I'm talking about. An old woman told me everything. You know which old woman it was. Think about it, aren't you unwilling? The master you have been serving doesn't trust you at all and chose another person, that is, me. If I get that thing, I can get the family inheritance. The old woman can help me get rid of my cousin, and you can survive. Everyone is happy."

"You don't know what that thing is." said Murakami Kukoji.

"I don't know, but the old woman said you know. I'm not afraid of you fooling me." Fula lowered her voice to avoid being heard by her niece. "There's no need to help that old woman anymore. Isn't that why you came here? Now you have no reason to stay. Leave it to me. At least we can still be friends."

"Hehe." Murakami sneered and was pierced through the abdomen by the tentacle.

"Last chance, next time it'll be the heart!" Fulla was furious.

Something tapped her shoulder gently. The woman thought it was her niece urging her, and she yelled impatiently, "I told you not to tell me what to do! I have the final say on when he dies!"

The shoulder was hit again, this time with more force.

"Enough!" Fulla finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to curse.

The moment he turned around, he was blown away by a big nose. He couldn't even see anything and rolled several times on the snow.

An unknown object with a vague black and red color appeared silently in front of the few people. It looked like a worm. Its eyes were shining with blood as it glanced at everyone.

Fulla immediately got up and rushed towards her niece who was standing there in a daze. As the worm screamed excitedly, it pounced on her nimbly.

The hideous tentacles and mouth were exposed to her sight. The woman felt dizzy. The moment her sight touched them, she felt that every part of her body was freezing.

The woman fled in panic, but was pushed towards the worm by her aunt. She had no choice but to face it. The giant sickle tail only left scratches on the worm's surface.

The worm rushed around recklessly, looking like it had strayed into the battle. It didn't know who to target. Although it was agile, it was still bulky in the eyes of the SS-level alien and it couldn't pounce on it.

"What the hell is this thing?" Fulla was surprised. "A mutant monster?"

As Murakami Jiu was pierced and held up by the tentacles, he was the only one who noticed a blood-red figure standing on the iron tower above.

So stupid.

The girl complained slightly in her heart but kept an expressionless face.

Anya stood on the top of the tower and watched her worm being "bullfighted". She raised her hand, and with a snap of her fingers, a tentacle emerged from the snow and pierced one of Fulla's accomplices without warning, going in and out of the chest, wrapping around the upper body, and finally crushing it.

"Scatter!" Fulla yelled immediately when she saw the situation was not good.

Finally the worm found an opportunity and she was pushed away more than ten meters again.

Chapter 249 Fifth Night (Six)

While no one was paying attention, Milo had quietly sneaked into the laboratory.

Kukoji Murakami didn't know that his every move was under the surveillance of this man. Milo entered the laboratory along the route he had searched. He didn't know the existence of the laboratory either. When he saw it, he just felt incredible.

"What was this place used for?" Milo muttered.

Outside the laboratory is a library. The designer probably wanted to further conceal the existence of the laboratory. The neatly arranged black wooden bookshelves are filled with unknown books. Those books have no covers, just plain black, and the covers are all in the same English.

English happened to be Milo's weak point. He only knew Russian and Federal Mandarin. When he was researching the cannibal cult in Sumatra, he also learned a partial Malay and Portuguese. The only thing he didn't like was English. He could only barely understand a few words and had to close the book.

"There shouldn't be anything important in there. Who would put it on the bookshelf as a trick?" Milo guessed and turned around.

In addition to the books, there are some old facilities on display, but they are no longer in use, and it is obvious that this place is very old.

Milo guessed in his heart that the thing that Murakami Jiuxiaolu was looking for might not have been brought out in time and was hidden in some corner. He searched every corner of the laboratory, but it was too dark around him, so he had to take out a tactical flashlight to illuminate it.

In the darkness, crisp applause sounded.

Someone? Milo pricked up his ears to listen. It was too late to turn off the tactical flashlight, so he simply shone it directly on the man.

Could it be that Murakami Kukoji sneaked back? That man was not strong enough to kill Fula so quickly. Milo did not care whether Murakami Kukoji was real or fake, nor did he care who would live and die. He just hoped to delay more time.

The person illuminated by the tactical flashlight remained unmoved, leaning back against the wall and still clapping, praising Milo's courage and determination.

Milo was shocked.

The other party was none other than An Xin, the eldest daughter of the An family, the Director General of FACA and the former Chief Hall Executive.

She glanced at him indifferently, and Milo tactfully turned the flashlight to the lowest level.

"It's great to see you here. It's really helpful to have a savior when you are lost." Milo's eyes became flattering. He was not stupid enough to go against the director general.