Alien Executioner

"Hey, Mr. Ma, why don't you stay and drink with me? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

When he stood up and was about to leave, the enchanting woman clung to him.

Ma Chengxin glanced at his watch and said:

"Okay...but I have a meeting later."

"What kind of meeting is this?" the woman asked, smiling.

"The captain of a certain team has been missing for several days and cannot be found." Ma Chengxin said it without hesitation. This could be considered a piece of gossip.

"An excellent executive? What's going on?"

"It's okay to tell you this kind of information." He waved his hand and shrugged, taking the wine glass handed to him by a waiter.

"Long Zhiming from Team One seems to be dead. The body of the adjutant was found by the lake. So what's the difference between him being missing and being dead?"

"No way?" The woman was surprised. "Isn't that Commander Long very powerful? He must be an elite. Who can kill him?"

"It's hard to say for sure. It's possible that someone shot him. Even if he's a Hall of Fame Executioner, no matter how powerful he is, it's still just a bullet, right?"

Ma Chengxin sneered and drank the red wine.

The woman looked a little worried:

"What if it's some powerful alien species? Damn, Naya just appeared in front of us. It's really worrying to be in the same city with these monsters."

"To us, you are also monsters," Ma Chengxin reminded.

"Why call it a monster?" A third voice suddenly appeared.

The charming woman looked over warily. Ma Chengxin was also stunned. A strange woman was slowly walking towards him. It was unclear whether she was smiling kindly or sneering sarcastically.

Those were a pair of cold eyes rippling with rose gold.

"Who are you?" The enchanting woman stood up first. She sensed the murderous intent.

"Wu Pingping, I hope you have heard of this name."

Chapter 165: After the Gray Mist (V)

When the woman in front of him, whose eyes sparkled with rose gold light, introduced herself, Ma Chengxin had already taken the lead and pulled out his ray gun.

As an excellent executive, he did not hesitate to assume that the strange woman in front of him was a different species, and quickly took countermeasures. ⑵

The people who appeared in the small gambling house were all of different species, and they all knew each other. The surprised tone and attitude of the gambling house owner showed that she was an uninvited guest.

Ma Chengxin shouldn't have been so nervous. He stared at the woman's long white windbreaker, his eyes alternating between hesitation and surprise.

Under the windbreaker is an executive officer's uniform.

The appearance of an executive officer other than himself was not good news. He speculated on countless possibilities and thought about how to get out of this unscathed.

"Wu Pingping?"

The gambling house owner repeated the name in shock. She subconsciously took a step back, hid behind Ma Chengxin, and poked her head out.

She looked up and down at the woman who called herself Wu Pingping.

"Do you know each other?" Ma Chengxin frowned.

"I'm a little unsure if she's someone I know, but I'd advise you to put the ray gun away."

At this time, the other people noticed what was happening in the corner and gradually stopped their actions, with unfriendly eyes falling on Wu Pingping.

The casino was quiet for a while.

"It seems that there are still a lot of corrupt officials in the Countermeasures Bureau." Wu Pingping seemed very nonchalant. "I thought everyone would be like Director An Ran."

"What does it have to do with you?" Ma Chengxin was very unhappy. "What's good about someone who looks cold and self-righteous all day? Who are you?"

"I've already introduced myself." Wu Pingping smiled.

"You are also an executive officer, right? I saw the uniform you were wearing. What's going on? Are people from the intelligence department here to investigate me?" Ma Chengxin did not put away his gun.

"You're half right, but what does what you do have to do with me?"

"How did you find this place?" Ma Chengxin began to look around, trying to find her companions.

"Do you still care about this now?"

Ma Chengxin suppressed the anger that suddenly surged in his chest. He felt that there was something wrong with the woman's look that didn't take anyone seriously.

Her appearance most likely symbolizes that the executive team has surrounded this place, so they dare to be so fearless, otherwise there is no way to explain all this.

He suddenly became nervous and thought that his good days were over. He didn't expect to be caught by the intelligence department so soon.

For a moment, the idea of ​​killing someone to silence him came to his mind. He was reluctant to let go of the ray gun, weighing the pros and cons of the consequences.

"Listen to me, don't do this." The female owner of the gambling house advised in a low voice.

"What do you know?" Ma Chengxin was dissatisfied with her trying to stop him. He subconsciously looked into Wu Pingping's eyes and swallowed.

"No matter whether I care or not, and no matter what your purpose is in coming here, now that you are in front of me, I cannot let you return to the Countermeasures Bureau!"

"Please, could you please not say so many words..." Wu Pingping murmured, her rose-gold eyes instantly dyed crimson.

"What is this!"

Ma Chengxin was horrified. He suddenly understood what was going on and pulled the trigger without hesitation, but he did not complete the action as his body was shaking.

He lowered his head and saw a white arm piercing his chest, with blood splattering all around.

He slowly raised his eyes and saw that the owner of the arm was a woman.

Wu Pingping withdrew her hand indifferently, turned around and walked to the stunned waiter, took the towel from his hand with a smile, and wiped the blood.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

The waiter nodded without breathing, and the next second his head was smashed against the wall. Wu Pingping repeated this action with a crazy smile for several seconds.

No one could see clearly what had just happened. The aliens present looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes. The woman who had seemed quite normal just now suddenly turned into a crazy female demon.

The waiter's entire head was embedded in the wall. He was motionless and completely dead.

"Call for support...Call for support..."

Ma Chengxin lay on the ground with his hands covering his chest. He turned on his Bluetooth headset and wanted to seek support from the headquarters. He was ready to fight to the death with Wu Pingping.

He was so weak that he was about to die, and there was a big hole in his chest. He shouldn't have been able to hold on for those few seconds, but he did it.

Everyone couldn't figure out the woman's true purpose and no one dared to take the initiative. She did not show any alien characteristics and relied solely on her physical strength.

Wu Pingping walked up to Ma Chengxin, stepped on his head, and looked at him jokingly:

"I have to say you're a pretty smart person. When you were about to go dark, the first thing you thought of was... to notify the headquarters? You knew you'd done something shameful, and you wanted to take me with you even if you died."

A sturdy man walked out from the crowd and asked coldly:

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't know. It's not a personal grudge." Wu Pingping turned around and shrugged. "I think it's fun. Maybe I enjoy killing."

"She is the daughter of the storm!" The female owner of the gambling house had quietly reached the door, shouted to everyone, and quickly closed the door.

"Thank you for remembering to lock the door before running away." Wu Pingping glanced in the direction of the door, and terrible spikes gradually extended from her right shoulder.

She smiled at the shocked crowd and began a bloody massacre. This unprovoked massacre lasted for more than ten minutes and was bloody.

……

The locked door was kicked open, and a man wearing a pale mask stepped into the dirty hall. The air was filled with the foul smell of blood, and pieces of meat and organs were scattered all over the floor.

He took off the mask with the letter C engraved on it and looked at the woman in the middle with some displeasure.

"To be honest, I can't appreciate your strange habit. Why don't you just kill them all? Why do you have to dig out their hearts and pile them together?"

Wu Pingping had already taken off the long white windbreaker stained with blood. She was concentrating as if she was appreciating a work of art, with hearts piled up like a mountain in front of her.

The corpses were lying on the ground, and a large number of phagocytes turned into pools of black water. Some alien species underwent phagocytosis when they were slaughtered, but they still could not avoid the fate of a tragic death.

Li Yun covered his abdomen and retched. He couldn't stand such a stimulating environment.

Wu Pingping did not answer this question, but sneered and said:

"Any more?"

"Don't get addicted to the pleasure of killing. Your promotion in the Countermeasures Bureau is the most important. These are enough to become your glorious deeds among the executive officers."

After saying this, Li Yun paused and added hesitantly:

"But we have to find a way to explain why their hearts were dug out. This is a very troublesome problem."

"This is your business. Is there any news about my father?"

"We found him in Cedar City. He is well protected. I reached a cooperation and consensus with the florist."

"Where's the monster?"

"I don't know what that monster is thinking. It is aimlessly looking for something, but it must be related to the Moroccan Manor."

Chapter 166: After the Gray Mist (VI)

It shuttles through this living city, wriggling its bloody body, hiding itself in forgotten damp corners, observing passers-by.

When the group of vigilant policemen finished their patrol and were about to leave, the scarlet lump of flesh slowly crawled out of the trash can and moved along the window sill at the edge of the alley.

"Wang Wang!"

A professionally patrolled police dog smelled a strange odor and gradually became anxious. It barked at the alley, conveying the danger.

"What's wrong?" A patrolman stroked its head.

"Did it hear something?" Another veteran patrolman leaned against the billboard and subconsciously looked towards the alley where the police dog was barking.

There was nothing there. The lights from a few windows illuminated the alley. The alley was narrow and short, and the end was visible in an instant.

At the deepest part, there is a canopy built. The door is locked. Through the gap, you can see white light inside and several blurry figures crossing the room.

With the fourth barking of the police dog, the figures inside seemed to realize something. They stopped their actions and there was no movement in the awning.

The two patrolmen looked at each other.

Just as they were about to find out what was going on, a stranger suddenly stood in front of them. He was a younger man wearing a casual sports short-sleeved shirt.

"Don't go over there, it's dangerous."

"You are..." The old patrolman looked the man up and down, somewhat wary.

"I am Feng Lin, the executive officer of the Countermeasures Bureau. Here is my ID."

The man who claimed to be the executive officer handed his ID to the two men. The old patrolman took it hesitantly. The ID was exquisite and had no flaws.

He symbolically flipped it open and took a look. Even though he was the most experienced patrolman in the area, he had not had much dealings with enforcement officers, so he was unable to determine whether the document was genuine.

Several of the stamps appear to be genuine.

It was night, the time when alien species appeared most frequently to forage for food. Even Huacheng, where the executive officers were most concentrated, could not avoid the appearance of alien species. The old patrolman took a deep breath. He realized that the appearance of the man represented some kind of event, so he returned the certificate nervously.

"I understand, sir," the old patrolman said. "Is there anything we can help you with?"

"Leave quickly. Your survival is the greatest help to me."

The executive named Feng Lin waved his hand with a rather cold attitude, then walked deeper into the alley without looking back.

"How strange." The old patrolman murmured as he looked at his back.

"What's wrong?" asked another patrolman.

"He didn't devour the martial arts bracelet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the quiet police dog barked again towards the alley.

……

In the dim room, cold wind whistled in from the window. A creaking sound was heard in the darkness, and someone pushed the door open and lit a candle.

This is a woman.

"You are late."

She stood at the window, looking coldly into the distance, not knowing who she was talking to.

Chunks of blood-red flesh squeezed out from the corners, like groups of flower buds blooming, they huddled together and made giggling sounds.

"Bagas," she said the name.

"Yes."