Alien Executioner

"The Third District is dangerous everywhere, but this place is different. It may be the only safest place I can find."

"Safe?" Gao Wangxing was a little confused. "Any executive here can kill us."

"It's me, not you." Lalo reminded him, "You are a human being, different from me. Even if they arrest you, they won't believe that a human would take the initiative to help an alien. They will send you home, or put you in a juvenile detention center for a month. At least you won't go to court."

"Then let's not talk about mine. I'm pretty casual anyway. What about you?"

"Although my level is A, which may be considered high-risk in other cities, it is not good enough in Huacheng."

Lalo flicked away the ash:

"There is an unspoken rule among the aliens in Huacheng, which is that if you don't cause trouble, you won't be attacked by the executive officers. Therefore, there are many aliens of all sizes in this city where the FACA headquarters is located. They sneak into human society and get food through various channels. As long as they don't kill people, they are clean."

"It's hard to imagine." Gao Wangxing looked around, observing the passers-by, perhaps one of them was the alien.

"This is a conciliatory policy. Although it is very risky, the executives at the FACA headquarters are capable of quickly resolving emergencies. However, this policy is limited to S-class aliens at most. Remember Naya?"

"No one has not heard of this monster, which was once ranked in the top three of the Alien Commune rankings." Gao Wangxin nodded.

"She has been hunted down for a long time in Flower City. As a super alien, she is not allowed to exist. She is a very scary monster. The term "monster" first spread among aliens, but I have never seen one."

Lalo paused, threw away the cigarette butt helplessly, and sighed:

"I encountered an equally terrifying monster and was hunted by it. That's why I left Flower City. I have to come back now, but FACA may not recognize my existence because I have no way to get food."

"What's the connection?"

Lalo glanced at his only younger brother, then looked toward the street vigilantly. After confirming that there were no executive officers, he replied:

"If I don't have access to food, I can't guarantee my continued eating. Going without food for a long time disrupts my rationality, just like a hungry wolf, posing a great threat." Lalo looked up at the tall buildings.

"If you stay in Huacheng for a long time, you will find that the executives at the headquarters have no regular rhythm of action. Even the vast majority of alien incidents are not initiated by the aliens. The aliens in this city are under surveillance. Once they find that they have lost their access to food, conflicts have occurred between small forces, and food cannot be effectively distributed, they will appear."

"Monitor...surveillance?" Gao Wangxing shuddered.

"There is a terrifying existence watching over this city. Maybe it's the artificial intelligence of the Countermeasures Bureau, or maybe it's the director-general, the eldest daughter of the Devil's Family. But it cannot be denied that this is also the reason why this city is the safest."

Lalo spoke word by word:

"Not only for humans, but also for xenospecies."

"Boss, how do you know all this?" Gao Wangxing actually wanted to show some reaction, but it was too mysterious.

Even in 2047, in the age of technological explosion in the 21st century, how can we achieve surveillance without any privacy?

Even if this city is alive, it is the embodiment of some kind of monster, and humans are parasites in its belly.

Who knows all the parasites in their stomach?

Chapter 191: Foolish Dream (I)

Gu Zhilan glanced back and forth between the shops across the street, pretending to be interested, but in fact she was listening to the conversation between the two.

In fact, these topics are quite boring. It's nothing more than a young boy coming to a strange city, showing the awe that anyone would show when they first come to a place, while the older man patiently explains the boy's curiosity.

That's probably it.

As for the unspoken rules among the alien species, Gu Zhilan clearly understood that this was just a means to maintain a delicate balance. For hundreds of years, humans and alien species have been growing and declining, and neither has an overwhelming advantage. The alien species have mixed into the human population and have some control over the launch of the war. A large-scale crusade will only end in a lose-lose situation.

Therefore, the Balance Faction, which is mainly composed of flower shops, among the alien forces, spread rumors and falsely claimed that FACA implemented a conciliatory policy.

Only the radical faction led by the Alphabet Organization constantly launched attacks and terrorist incidents. This group of brainless guys always thought they were superior to humans. In the end, they were exhausted by the crusade and were forced to hide in dark corners. (

Just as Gu Zhilan's thoughts were pulled away, La Luo noticed the girl and couldn't help but frown.

He actually noticed the girl at the other end of the bench early on. A quiet girl should be sitting on a bench by the street, which also became an eye-catching scenery.)

The girl had smooth black hair draped over her shoulders, and she was dressed neatly in a pleated skirt and a brand new white windbreaker. The windbreaker was very thin and looked like a ribbon from a distance. She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face that was calm and almost indifferent. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry, which made people stop and take a second look.

But this girl has not completely gotten rid of her childishness and is still somewhere between childishness and maturity. She lowered her eyes slightly, like an exquisite large doll.

If you look at such a beautiful girl for a long time, it will give people an illusion of trance and ghost, making people inexplicably uneasy.

Lalo felt that she was very familiar, but he couldn't tell why he felt this way.

Although the girl's appearance was not top-notch in his eyes, it was still of decent quality. If he had really met her, there was no reason why he would not remember her.

His wild gaze swept over the girl without any concealment, trying to awaken her memory through some details.

"Boss, it's not a good idea to do this in broad daylight, right?" Gao Wangxing said timidly when he noticed the man's gaze.

Only then did Lalo realize how offensive and rude his behavior was, and he couldn't help but turn his head away.

Huacheng is not a place worth taking risks. The delicate girl in front of you is very likely a daughter of a wealthy family. If she is involved in some trouble, it will be difficult for her to bear the trouble.

Lalo scratched his head, still curious as to why the girl gave him a sense of familiarity.

This sense of familiarity is incredible, coming from the depths of memory, as if it is related to some important person.

But why? He was just a stranger... Lalo was puzzled and lit another cigarette.

Before the action was completed, the girl responded to the rude look in a dull manner. She turned her head and said thoughtfully:

"What's the matter with you guys?"

When the girl turned her head, Lalo was stunned for a moment. He saw the girl's eyes clearly. The light ink contained an imperceptible deep red, which looked like a gorgeous black and purple. This color instantly awakened the deep memory.

That man... also has such eyes.

He shook his head and responded quickly:

"No, nothing, I just thought I've seen you somewhere."

"Boss, this way of chatting people up seems to be outdated." Gao Wangxing, who was sitting next to him, muttered softly.

Lalo gave him a sharp look.

"We have indeed met before." The girl said something unexpected.

"Really? I can't quite remember." Lalo actually seldom talked to women, and he was a little at a loss.

He didn't expect the girl to answer him so bluntly.

Gu Zhilan turned her head and glanced into the distance. Apart from some passing private cars, there was no sign of a taxi. She began to lose patience.

She still suppressed her annoyance and said:

"Just a month ago, I saved your life. Remember? It was the time when you were being chased by Naya."

She reminded him slowly, which was not really a reminder, but was very straightforward, and it quickly made Lalo wake up.

The man, who looked to be in his late twenties, immediately stood up, stepped back to create some distance, and stared at the girl with wide eyes.

"I remember now, you are the executive officer!"

Gao Wangxing was not stupid either. He ran behind the boss and looked at the extremely young executive girl with some fear.

Meeting an executive officer is a terrible thing, especially since this is Flower City.

"What are you shouting for? Do you want to attract people here so much?"

Gu Zhilan waved her hand, still maintaining her sitting posture, somewhat disappointed with the man's lack of calmness.

"Do you really want your alien identity to be discovered? If you have any brains, try to think about it."

She stopped talking halfway through her speech, because it is difficult for an irritable person to finish a whole sentence calmly. She unconsciously looked up at the building again, with the previous fantasy still in her mind.

"Damn it."

She grappled quietly through gritted teeth.

"What?" Lalo wanted to hear clearly what the executive said. The situation at this time seemed a little grim.

If you encounter an executive officer in Huacheng and become the target of a crusade, there is almost no chance of escape.

The last time I was able to escape successfully was with the help of that monster.

That monster is Naya?

He suddenly remembered the word "Naya" from the girl's words, but after thinking for a moment, he felt that this was nonsense. How could Naya have a chance of survival when he was personally attacked by the Director General? Alien characteristics are not unique. There are often many alien species with similar characteristics. Could it be that Naya is the only one with tentacles?

The most critical thing in the current situation is how to deal with the executive in front of him.

"You seem to be looking for a source of food." The girl had no intention of criticizing him, but tried to confirm one thing.

Lalo hesitated and nodded: "Yes."

"I can help you."

"help me?"

La Luo was stunned, and then he and Gao Wangxing looked at each other, seeing confusion and astonishment in each other's eyes.

"An absolutely clean channel does not come from human flesh trafficking in other federal districts, but from corpses in crematoriums."

"Now the executive officer still provides such thoughtful services?" Lalo looked unconvinced. "In my eyes, you seem to be stalling for time. You don't seem to be able to deal with me. I can understand it this way."

"If that's the case, there's no need for me to admit my identity. You're acting even more stupid than I thought."

The girl stood up and her dark purple eyes swept over the man.

"Come with me. I admit that this happened a little suddenly and no one can understand it, but you will know it soon."

"Fuck, do you think I'm mentally retarded? Why should I go with you? What can you do to me if I run away?" Lalo turned around and signaled Gao Wangxing to leave with him.

Watching the two people's backs getting farther and farther away, Gu Zhilan did not chase after them, but turned and walked towards the previous milk tea shop.

She hated dealing with brainless people. To be honest, adhering to the purpose of the flower shop and working hard to take in powerless aliens was really a hassle.

Gu Zhilan didn't like to tell the whole story, and she even seldom spoke. Every time, she tried to bring people to the store first, and then tell them her identity and the whole story, but she failed every time.

"Bad luck."

She murmured a little.

In the distance, Lalo turned his head, looked at the back of the three-no girl, and moved his lips slightly.

"These eyes are so similar, I won't be mistaken."

Chapter 192: Foolish Dream (Part )

An Ran was walking alone in a long corridor, with a dense fog covering her eyes. The lotus candles on both sides of the brick wall reflected a dazzling light, but the air was filled with the decay of the lamps running out of oil.

The corridor led to nowhere, stretching straight ahead endlessly. The ground was covered with strangely shaped emblems, and on the walls were twisted butterflies that looked like dying moths.

She didn't know where this was. It was so strange, yet it could still prick her memory.

In the hazy gray fog, I couldn't see the end of the corridor clearly. New lotus lanterns kept appearing in front of me. I seemed to be spinning in place, wandering non-stop.

An Ran did not stop. She was a little confused. Gradually, a melodious song came from the front, short and high-pitched. It was a woman's voice, speaking in an incomprehensible yet familiar language, like a deliberate guidance.

It seemed like someone was singing at the end, which might be related to why she appeared here. She felt that this was another dream that was more real than reality, and it was not strange what happened in the dream.

An Ran quickened her pace, and it took her a while to realize that she was in her real body. She tried to extend her tentacles, but got no response.

Is this really a dream?

As she was thinking about this question, the singing became clearer and clearer, which meant that they were getting closer. She suddenly looked forward to meeting the woman she was about to meet, so she stopped hesitating and walked through the corridor for a few minutes. Then the singing stopped.

The fog dissipated, taking with it the rotten smell in the air.

This is not a secret corridor. Behind the door is a grand banquet hall. The whole hall is dark purple, and everything is decorated like a paper puppet cut out of paper. It is pitch black outside the rows of small windows. The wind is surging and the rain is roaring, but they are all blocked. The hall is warm as if a small fire is burning.

The vast and magnificent hall was like a palace, but there was only one table. A group of waiters were standing there waiting. When they saw An Ran, they all lowered their heads slightly, as if to express their awe for the host. At this time, two women came closer, surrounded her to the banquet table, and helped her to sit down slowly.

This turned out to be a banquet prepared for himself. There were candlesticks on the table, but they were burning with gray flames, and there were two glasses of red wine.

This scene shattered An Ran's cognition. Everything began to become unreal. The waitresses stood side by side on both sides of the table, their eyes looking into the depths. There was an exquisite curtain door, waiting for something.

Is it someone else?

An Ran looked at the glass of red wine across the table. It seemed to be prepared for the second person, but who could that person be?

She seemed calm, but in fact her heart was in turmoil. For some reason, she felt uneasy. It was not because of nervousness, but she couldn't tell why.

What kind of party is this? It's a bit like a family party, but what kind of family can be so grand?

An Ran found that he couldn't remember many things. It seemed like something important, but the current situation did not allow him to have too much time to recall. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and all the waiters looked up in unison.

She was stunned for a moment, then looked up. Not knowing what was happening, she saw a glowing white butterfly flying towards them, as dreamy as a small light bulb.

The white butterfly is the symbol of the An family. It used to appear in the form of a silver emblem. Now it appeared at the banquet, foreshadowing something.

She couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to understand. The butterfly seemed to be approaching her, so she slowly raised her right arm.

The white butterfly landed on the girl's slender arm, as if kissing her gently.

The next second, the bell rang, and the sound echoed in all four corners of the hall, striking the soul and making people shudder. An Ran was a little overwhelmed for a moment and did not react. The waitresses did not move, as if they did not hear it.