Alien Executioner

An Ran took out a photo from his windbreaker and handed it to Sister Tang. She took it and studied it carefully, then took out her cell phone and turned on the flashlight mode to illuminate it.

After a while she said:

“What’s wrong with this photo?”

"There is the figure of that alien species on it."

"Where is it?" Sister Tang opened it again. "Oh, I see it. It's really the centipede."

Then she raised her head and looked towards the sky, as if looking for something that took the photo from above.

"Is it reliable?" she asked again, "Are you sure this is where the photo was taken? And who took the photo for you?"

"Zero got the most accurate address from this photo. Besides, this is Suzuran City, right next to Violet City. Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

"So it makes sense that the centipede appears here." Sister Tang nodded. She agreed with An Ran's opinion, but also acted cautiously enough.

"But the first factor you have to determine is the person who took the photo, unless you tell me zero took it."

"Do you think I'm too hasty?" An Ran asked.

"Of course, this photo might even be fake, so we can't say for sure." Sister Tang put out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground.

"There is zero confirmation that the photo is real, but I honestly have no idea who took it."

"Your origin is unknown? Aren't you afraid it's a trap?" Sister Tang's eyes widened. "My Director, of course you don't have to be afraid, but I'm just an ordinary person. If I die, I'm really dead. How can I be like you?"

"You don't have to worry." An Ran just said a few words, and he also put out his cigarette, and the conversation ended quickly.

"Come with me later." He sensed Sister Tang's inner nervousness.

But it is understandable. After all, the other party is a super alien who can escape from her hands. Sister Tang has seen how terrifying he is with her own eyes.

The fact that the Centipede Man was able to escape from his real body's hands meant that he had the ability to kill Sister Tang instantly before her eyes.

For Sister Tang, this is a potential unknown risk.

In the eyes of an executive, any risk in a mission means being linked to death, and having the quality of an executive for many years does not mean that one has lost the fear of death.

What's more, there may be more than just the Centipede Man on the other side.

It's clear from this photo of unknown origin that there's something wrong no matter how you look at it, and only An Ran could come along and not care.

He hates the unknown, but also likes to explore the unknown.

"Why don't you just turn into Naya? At least that will make me feel safe." Sister Tang lit another cigarette for herself.

A cool breeze blew. Although the summer night was not as hot as the day, it was still a bit stuffy wearing this windbreaker uniform.

"If I do this, he won't come out." An Ran directly expressed his true thoughts.

"I know what you mean." Sister Tang lit another cigarette for herself and looked up at the pile of weeds.

There was a very slight noise in the haystack, as if a wild cat was running away.

An Ran raised his head slightly, pretending not to notice, and calmly took out the T4 pistol from his windbreaker.

Those were figures that appeared continuously, and half of them had an alien aura.

They appeared in front of the two men, holding sticks and some iron knives in their hands.

"I remember you were also the champion of the friendly competition, right?" An Ran suddenly smiled at Sister Tang.

"My physique is far inferior to yours, but when it comes to playing with guns, I, the senior sister, have the advantage." Sister Tang smiled.

"Really?" An Ran took out white gloves from his clothes and put them on slowly. "I forgot to tell you that I broke your record in the academy."

Chapter 176 Dark Interaction (VI)

"Don't stop! Keep digging!"

With an irresistible command, the man held the shovel and kept digging the soil, filling it with his accomplices.

This was deep inside the landfill, with large tracts of black garbage next to it. In front of him were more than a dozen pits of varying sizes, with more than a dozen people buried inside, leaving only their heads exposed for breathing. The women's feet were stepping on their heads.

"You should thank God that I didn't get shot!" Sister Tang kicked the bald man in the pit on the head.

"what!"

The bald man buried in the soil trembled in pain. Except for him, everyone else in the pit was kicked.

"Damn it, how come I didn't know you had this habit?" Not far away, a man smoking a cigarette frowned.

Hearing the windbreaker man's words, the man digging the pit shuddered. This devil-like man in the windbreaker was the source of fear.

The water-soaked shirt stuck to the man's body, but he didn't dare wipe the sweat from his forehead. The air was filled with stench and blood mixed together.

The stench came from the garbage and the blood came from the bullet holes in their bodies.

The man's name is Gao Wangxing, an ordinary man. He worked hard to dig a hole for his other accomplices just to save his own life.

Gao Wangxing was lucky to escape because he looked the youngest and was mistaken for a minor by the two men. Therefore, he was let off on the condition that he did some physical work and dug a hole to bury the others. This was truly a cruel and inhumane method.

He is 20 years old this year. He is not tall and looks a bit immature. He graduated from a second-rate vocational high school and has no stable job. How can young people not be full of youthful vigor? In order to make a name for himself, he worked several times, but he resigned because he couldn't stand it. He became a stay-at-home who was looked down upon by his friends and relatives. After being kicked out, he became a gangster.

What kind of trouble could a hoodlum with no income and nothing to do get into? But the current situation might become the most significant event in his life.

Just now, his boss received a big order to kill two people, a man and a woman, at a landfill. It seemed as if the employer knew everything.

In this era, hiring thugs to kill people is an idiotic plot that would never appear in novels, but the fact is so magical that it happened, and the reality is even more magical. Gao Wangxing's gangster boss is also a ruthless person. Not only is he an alien, he also recruits many aliens to form a force. Therefore, many ordinary people also come here to visit, without worrying at all that they will be eaten.

In fact, this was their first time to kill someone, but they died before they could accomplish their mission. Unexpectedly, the two men were executives and of very high ranks.

Before the fifteen of them could react, they were all knocked down.

If they were ordinary people, they would have been shot through the legs by a bullet and unable to move. If they were aliens, the phagocytes on their body surfaces that were used to gather into alien characteristics would have been chopped off.

The aliens in this small gangster force are actually not very powerful. The most powerful boss is only an A-level one. After his phagocytes were chopped off two or three times, he could no longer rise again.

I don’t know if it was God’s blessing on me, but Gao Wangxing was chosen at first sight and his legs were not broken. So he was thankful and secretly happy, and quickened the pace of digging the hole.

During this process, he glanced at the man from time to time.

The man in the windbreaker had fair skin, was handsome and gentle, had long hair, and had a vague female shadow. He had a faint dark circle under his eyes. He elegantly took off his blood-stained white gloves. It was he who had just used a black knife to chop off all the alien cells.

But it did not kill the alien species.

This does not fit Gao Wangxing's impression of the executive style.

Is he a twisted psychopath who enjoys torture, burying living people, and watching the victims' despair before they die?

Are all noble gentlemen like this?

He thought a lot for a while.

"You're slow." Sister Tang, who was acting as a supervisor, reminded.

"I, I understand." After hearing this, Gao Wangxing quickly sped up digging the last pit.

He couldn't help but fall to the ground and groan in pain. This pit was prepared for him.

The man on the ground is his own boss.

An Ran took a step forward, picked up the oil barrel on the ground and poured it into the pit, with a half-smoked cigarette still in his mouth.

"How thoughtful of you," he said as he poured the wine. "You even prepared two barrels of gasoline. Are you planning to kill us and burn our bodies?"

"For us, this is also the first time we've been assigned a killing job, and we don't have any experience." Gao Wangxing answered timidly.

"First time?" An Ran frowned.

"Yes." Gao Wangxing nodded wildly, not daring to give any negligent answer, "In fact, we are all very nervous."

"How much did your employer pay you to kill us?"

"Thirty...thirty thousand per person." He gritted his teeth and said the number, and the action of digging the hole slowed down.

"Is my life worth just this little money?" Sister Tang was stunned.

An Ran looked at her.

Sister Tang shrugged and expressed her thoughts:

"As the leader of the FACA special task force, I think there are a lot of people who want to kill me. It must be worth tens of millions, right?"

"This is a bit unexpected. The key is that they all took the job." An Ran looked at Gao Wangxing.

"This shows that you don't know our identity."

"Yes, yes, we didn't know you were executives, or even senior executives at that." He nodded frantically.

"Ignorance is not a crime?"

"Ignorance is not a crime!" Gao Wangxing nodded again, with some hope in his heart.

"Shut up!" An Ran yelled, throwing the empty oil barrel on the ground. "People can make mistakes, but some mistakes cannot be forgiven."

Gao Wangxing shuddered, and fear filled his heart in an instant. He hated himself for having a mouth that could speak.

"Who is the employer?" An Ran finally asked the key question.

"It's a woman."

"Woman?" An Ran became interested. "I want to know which woman knows our whereabouts and wants to kill us. Maybe it's a coincidence?"

"No, she accurately described your features." Gao Wangxing shook his head, "A man and a woman in windbreakers."

After saying this, he added with some resentment: (

"But we were not told it was the executive officer's windbreaker."

"Do you know who that woman is?")

"I don't know him, but he seems to be an executive officer, very young, with a pair of beautiful golden eyes." He thought.

"Could it be the executive officer of the Linglan City Branch?" Sister Tang pondered, "That shouldn't be the case. The executive officers here have a grudge against us, right? Or is he actually an alien undercover agent?"

"Why must it be someone from the Linglan City Branch?" An Ran said coldly, "I think this has something to do with the Centipede Man."

"Song Yixue?" Sister Tang immediately thought of this name. "I remember she was the executive officer, and she was an alien."

"But she died."

"Golden eyes (three) Lingjiu Mio (seven) Wubanan brocade eyes?"

"Apart from that?" An Ran asked Gao Wangxing.

Gao Wangxing thought hard for a long time before answering fearfully:

“It seems to glow.”

Chapter 177 Dark Interaction (VII)

An Ran tried to dig out the impression of glowing golden eyes in his memory, but it was obviously doomed to fail.

“I’ll remember this feature.”

An Ran gestured to Sister Tang and spat out the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette, which had not yet been extinguished, rolled to the edge of the pit.

Gao Wangxing was so nervous that his heart was in his throat, fearing that the gasoline in the pit would ignite and everyone would be burned to death.

Fortunately, the man in the windbreaker finally stepped on the cigarette butt.

"I'll go back and check on this person later. I hope Zero has some records about this woman."

"Maybe Zero is a very reliable tool for you to settle down, but I think you shouldn't rely on it too much." Sister Tang seemed a little worried.

Gao Wangxing blinked his eyes, his head felt like it was about to explode. He seemed to hear the word An family, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Who do you think of first when you hear the word An family in this world? The An Group? Is it this An family?

I always felt that this man in the windbreaker had an extraordinary aura, like a top-notch nobleman. If he was from the An family, could it be that he was...

Anran?

Gao Wangxing thought of this name but didn't dare to say it out loud. Fear exploded in his heart.

In everyone's impression, this Hall of Faca executive who served as the director was an alien killer, one of the most powerful humans, and a devil.

It is ironic that he is an executive of justice, but his honorary title is devil. This is what many people, including Gao Wangxing, want to complain about.

Is this kind of contrast-saving trend popular these days?

But then he realized that the honorary title of Liu Ling Er (2 San Si ⑻ Bar 4) was for the aliens to see.

A demon that slaughters alien species.

"You stopped?" An Ran walked quickly to him, but just bent down and grabbed the collar of the man on the ground.