"Geros Douglas, Dovalier Security Department, has changed its name to Dovalier Security Agency, now you are satisfied, right?"

The gray-haired old headmaster stared at Muria, this time, the reason why the organization that cleaned up the xenomorphs in the city changed its name, and Muria refused to join because of the name, it was just a seal, and the most important thing was that the members of it also had a lot of resentment about this name.

"Hmm!" Muria, who was called again, heard the name of the secret organization that had not changed a single word, but only changed the position of two words, and nodded, isn't this much better, the style has risen all of a sudden, and I don't know what the mind of the person who took this name in the first place thought?

"But that's what I do, but I don't want to be constrained too much. ”

"Rest assured, this department is specially prepared for training you young Star Armor Masters, so there will be no mandatory task requirements, only how many tasks you must complete each month, and other than that, it is up to you to decide whether to take the task or not. ”

"That's good. Muria raised an eyebrow.

"If you agree, you can report to the Security Bureau now!"

"Hmm!"

......

"Geros Douglas, I've admired my name for a long time, and I'm welcome to join you. The man sitting behind the desk saw the handsome and tall young man pushing the door in, and with a gentle smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to him.

"You're welcome!" Muria shook the young man in front of him, who looked to be in his twenties, and felt more and more speechless about the decision of the federal government. This so-called Security Bureau is simply a boot camp.

"With you on board, our Security Agency will be even more oppressive of the xenomorphs in Dovalier. ”

"Of course, but before I do that, I want you to give me a privilege. ”

"What privilege?"

"Some of the small pets I keep in captivity are allowed to participate in xenohunts. ”

"'Little' pet?" the director accentuated his voice in small print, and then a strange look appeared on his face. This eldest young master won't think that he knows nothing about him, right? The beasts he raises that are no different from the native species are called small pets?

"That's right, these pets of mine have been in my little yard for too long, and they want to stretch their bodies and sharpen their claws, so I'd like to ask your permission for them to roam freely in the city. ”

"It's not a question of whether I approve or not, but that, that ......."

"Are you worried that these beasts under my command will get out of control and cause harm to the inhabitants of the city of Dovalier? If you are worried about this kind of problem, then you don't have to, these little pets under my command, they know what to do and what not to do, they know more than humans. ”

"If you say that, then I won't be able to approve it, if those monsters in your house have this kind of intelligence, those pets you have can already become missions issued to members of the Security Bureau. ”

"You can try!" Muria narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be a vast star in his eyes, and a vast and distant coercion emerged, but this coercion was fleeting, making the director who had frozen for a moment feel as if he was hallucinating.

"Just kidding, I didn't offend you Douglas family thoughts. The director waved his hand, a stiff smile on his face.

If Muria didn't have a background as an official member of the Douglas family, he really wouldn't mind taking those boys under his command to slaughter those native species as success medals.

Unfortunately, this idea could not be put into practice, because although these beasts already possessed intelligence comparable to that of humans and also lived in human cities, they were already labeled as the Douglas family.

It is also up to the owner to beat the dog, and this sentence also applies here. Even if Muria's family has a group of extremely dangerous native species, they are also native species of the Douglas family, and ordinary people are not qualified to touch them.

"You want your pet to have the privilege of roaming freely in the city, which is not possible, and the government will not allow native species to run rampant in the city anyway, because it will have a very bad impact. ”

"Since you're worried about causing panic among the citizens because of my pet, it's always okay to let my pet have the privilege of moving at night, right?"

"I'll need to have a meeting to discuss this, but first you need to show me how obedient your pets are, and if they are really what you say they are. ”

...... Three days later, Muria was able to get the privilege. The process is simple, he brings the titular boss to his home and allows him to have a "fun" interaction with the cuties he has in captivity.

Then he sent his boss who was pale with fright, saying that the experience was great, but he didn't want to try a second time to leave.

While the boss was in a meeting with the city officials, Muria called Pais's butler again, and then used the power of the Douglas family to successfully facilitate the matter and get himself this privilege.

......

"Run, it's the Night Hunter!"

In the dim darkness of the night, a group of "humans" with a look of panic on their faces that could not be concealed were running fast in the streets, and if you could look closely, you would find that those "humans" had more or less some biological tissues that did not belong to humans.

"This is the Night Hunter, he can't escape, we're just dying to make the hunt more fun for him!" shouted a middle-aged man with a dejected face, and he was the slowest to escape.

"What, if you don't want to live, you can stay here and die, just give us some time. ”

"I've heard that no one can survive the hands of the Night Hunters, and running like this is just a matter of delaying death. The frustrated middle-aged man continued to undermine the confidence of his companions.

"If no one survives, how did his reputation as a Night Hunter come about?" someone retorted.

"They can preach it themselves!"

"If you talk nonsense, I'll kill you now!" Seeing that the morale of his subordinates had already collapsed, but now he was even more depressed by a few words from the depressed middle-aged man, the xenomorph who led the way was furious.

"Forget it, running is death, not running is death, I might as well save some effort now. Hearing that his boss was threatening him, the frustrated middle-aged man sat directly on the ground and was too lazy to run.

The attitude of the depressed middle-aged man who was already waiting for death did not affect the other fleeing aliens in the slightest, and the group of monsters still ran through the streets, and as they continued to move forward, the aliens began to gradually lose their personnel, and some of the aliens broke away from the team and fled to other places.

"Bastard!" The leader scolded at the group of men who had abandoned themselves and planned to use themselves as bait to help them increase their chances of escape, but now was not the time to settle accounts with these guys.

Poof!

But at this moment, the sound of a sharp blade piercing through the flesh sounded, and along with the sound of a stinging sensation deep into the bone marrow, the leader lowered his head in shock, and then looked at the bone blade that he had stabbed out of his chest, as his feet gradually lifted off the ground.

"I knew that no matter how I escaped, I would die. The frustrated middle-aged man muttered to himself as he looked at the group of colleagues and leaders dangling in the air at the end of the street.

He could tell from their struggles that they were now suffering unspeakable pain, and that the root of their pain was the nine bony tails that pierced their bodies and lifted them from the ground.

They were nine tails that stabbed out of nothingness, but in reality, they came from a giant beast that could hide its form.

At this time, the giant beast, which had successfully captured its prey, was slowly revealing its form, as if it were a creation, and the body of this giant beast emerged from the empty street inch by inch, and finally completely revealed.

It was a lizard-like beast three stories tall, covered in armor-like bony plates and backed by nine slender tails with blade-like tips.

At this time, all of these tails are more or less strung with one or two xenos, although the aliens have an appearance similar to that of humans, but their vitality is completely above that of humans, so even if their bodies are penetrated, they are still struggling with the coercion of giant beasts, trying to break free.

Unfortunately, after the beast has captured its prey, it usually starts to eat immediately, and this beast is no exception, he just sticks his tail in front of him and begins to feast on the prey he has caught.

"It's miserable!" the frustrated middle-aged man watched as his boss and his former colleagues disappeared into the mouth of the lizard-like beast one after another, watching their bodies being chewed apart in the screams.

"I want to die, but I don't want to die like this, and even if I do, I have to die a little more happily. "The depressed man unconsciously retreats, this is the instinct of life.

Knock! Knock!

The sound of dull footsteps sounded behind him, and the depressed man quickly turned around, and found that he had retreated to the outside of an alley at some point, and at this time, a huge black wolf was pacing towards him.

The wolf's mouth was still chewing as it approached, dripping blood dripping from its reddened fangs. It makes the giant wolf even more brutal.

But as the giant wolf walked out of the alley, the depressed man suddenly found that the behemoth in front of him did not seem to be a wolf, because compared to a wolf, this giant beast was more like a dog.

Burst!

The black giant dog came to the depressed man, and a fiery snort poured out of its nostrils and sprayed onto the depressed man's body, knocking him directly to the ground.