Alien Executioner

The man named Xiu Yamei stood in front of Xu Yanqian, but she was not afraid at all.

"I haven't heard this name for a long time." Xiu Yamei's voice was like the shaking of strings, ethereal and eerie.

"Because you have been buried by history, you shouldn't just accept this." Xu Yanqian reached out and gently stroked the octopus, "You should eat it, devour all of your brother's power, and usurp the authority of the True God."

Xu Yamei laughed, and its laughter echoed throughout the entire insect nest. It was an emotion that included disdain, scorn, anger and sadness. This emotion had been dormant for hundreds of years. It was thinking about it all the time, but it still didn't erupt. In the end, it still held it back.

"What are you laughing at?" Xu Yanqian asked knowingly. She stared at the three pairs of eyes of the octopus with an expressionless face.

"I am not as foolish as my brother. How can the authority of King Shang be usurped by blood relatives cannibalizing each other?"

It slowly took a step back, waving its countless tentacles, which was how Xiu Yameier always expressed his anger. As a primordial woe from four hundred years ago, it was not like Bagsas who obeyed the woman in front of it.

"A long time ago, your actions were all filled with cunning. You deceived all the Shang people, saying that cannibalism would allow relatives to retain consciousness when the Shang King descended, in order to seize the Shang King's power. But this is not true. You simply used your own people for your own purposes."

Xiu Yameier's three pairs of golden eyes stared at the woman.

"That's why I turned against it, but I don't blame you, because this is your mission, and you should do whatever it takes to achieve it. This is the real you."

For a long time, the two of them stared at each other. Xiu Yameier wanted to see something from this woman's eyes. Xu Yanqian remained expressionless. Her eyes would not deceive people, but her gaze was like frost.

"Xuayamel."

In the silent hall, in the corner where even the light was afraid, the terrifying shadow almost covered the giant octopus.

Every time the woman said the name of Shang, Xu Yameier felt a sense of suffocation. As Shang, as an existence like an evil god in front of humans, he did not dare to look this woman in the eye again.

Xu Yanqian sighed.

"You have been living in the human world for so long that you have forgotten that you are Shang. You have become sentimental. Emotions and feelings are power, but for Shang, they are the weakest power and a burden. You are gradually becoming a human being. This is why the alien species can never surpass the limit of half Shang and evolve into a real Shang."

There was regret in Xu Yanqian's tone, but this kind of pitiful regret made Xiu Yamei hear contempt.

"Because the aliens are the race that cannot get rid of emotions. They are between humans and monsters. These half-human, half-monsters are the ones who crave emotions the most. They have been more emotional than anyone else since they were young, and you..."

Xu Yanqian approached the octopus, and the huge shadow behind her tried to swallow it.

"You would actually question my mission because of that crazy brother? Before the abyss opens and the Shang clan returns, I will still be your king. Once this long plan begins, it cannot be stopped, because stopping means my death."

"In your plan, my brother and I will kill each other, right?"

"No, the original plan was the most successful result of the Fallen Angel experiment. One of the three test subjects, a girl, became a half-sorrow, and I evolved her into a fallen angel. But this is just the beginning."

There was a hint of anger in Xu Yanqian's voice.

"But your brother is too restless. Since everything started with him, let's end it with him too."

"I won't stop you, because I can't stop you." The bloated octopus tried to disperse the approaching shadow and roared in a low voice, "But will you really get what you want? An Xin has become your biggest obstacle."

“She’s not a hindrance.”

Xu Yanqian looked at the octopus that was gradually buried in the darkness and said softly:

"She, like Naya, is the key, an inseparable part of the abyss."

The hall was dark, the air filled with decay.

In the dark corners of the city, large shadows whisper.

"Hehehe... Xiu Yameier... clumsy and pathetic octopus, you look so disgusting in this miserable state."

"Bag...Shas..."

Chapter 218: Self-Eating (VIII)

The delayed password door slowly opened, and a steel grid appeared before our eyes. This was the temporary alien detention facility at the FACA headquarters, located deep within the second floor. The executive officer of the Supervision Department was responsible for taking over and guarding the aliens until they were confirmed to be in the designated prison.

An Ran was rarely carried into this place. Executives in dark green uniforms were active around, mostly delivering documents and confirming the status of the aliens. Their ranks were not high, and the person in charge was just an excellent executive.

"Remember to check their restraint handcuffs and pay special attention to this guy. Don't let him escape."

Deep inside, an elderly man was giving important instructions to a young man. He was the head of the Supervision Department. When he noticed someone coming in, he raised his head and saw An Ran and Zhou Bowen, and was stunned for a moment.

"I want to see the person who sells the Third (Eighth) Banner Medical Serum No. 4."

An Ran looked at the old man and without any nonsense, told him the purpose of coming here.

"Director An, Section Chief Zhou, what are you doing..." The old man came closer, trying to build relations.

"Chief Gao, the director wants to see that person." Zhou Bowen signaled the old man to be quick.

"Okay." Seeing this, the old man didn't waste any more words and immediately took the two of them to the interrogation room. An Ran sat on the chair, tapping the table with his fingers. With four sounds, the door opposite the safety glass opened.

There was no chair opposite. The blond man walked tremblingly to a distance of half a meter from the glass. His limbs were restrained by handcuffs. He tried to open his tired eyes, his face full of decadence.

An Ran turned her head to look at Zhou Bowen, and smiled gently, which was rare for her, and gestured for him to leave, as she needed to be alone.

"This is his information."

Section Chief Zhou left a file before leaving. An Ran just glanced at it and fixed his eyes on the yellow-haired man.

"Huang Zimo, a nice name."

In the closed and silent space, the sound echoed all around. The man shuddered, but he still didn't speak as he lowered his head sleepily.

"I think... Serum No. 4 must be a wonderful thing. It can drive the aliens crazy and kill them. But it is also terrible. The aliens cannot control their devouring. For human society, it is a group of monsters that have turned into madmen, a fierce catastrophe."

The man finally raised his head. His vision was cloudy and blurry, and he couldn't see clearly who the man sitting on the chair outside the glass was.

After a long time, he moved his lips.

"What do you want to say?"

"nothing."

An Ran crossed his hands, rested his chin on them, glanced at the miniature camera in the corner with the corner of his eyes, and then retracted his smile.

"I was just sighing. I always thought that aliens were also people with personalities, but they were more pitiful and bound by fate. After all... no one can decide their own origins. But I soon realized that I was wrong. Aliens are just a group of complete lunatics. There is no room for sympathy at all."

An Ran tilted her head slightly, looking at the man standing in the glass, observing his emotions and reactions.

"Hmph, you bunch of damn executives are all the same. What's there to say?" There was a hint of anger in the man's dull eyes, but this only anger was quickly extinguished.

He turned around and paced around aimlessly:

"You just want to get information about Serum 4 from me. Why should I tell you? Are you trying to get leniency and reduce your sentence? Come on, sir. You're going to be imprisoned for life anyway. I don't care."

"You're right, there's no room for negotiation on this matter." An Ran lowered his eyes and gently stroked the Swallowing Martial Arts bracelet.

"What a waste of time." The yellow-haired man grinned and turned around to observe the man carefully.

"You look familiar. I think I've seen you on TV." The man thought for a moment.

"You are... An Ran?"

"Is this important?"

Huang Mao's eyes swept over An Ran: ⒊

"Hmm... maybe it's important? This is just the first time I really saw the legendary devil. I didn't expect that I could be interrogated by Director An Ran himself. Hmm... if you let me go, I will tell you the location of the serum factory."

An Ran chuckled and showed a curious expression:

"Do you think it's possible? Countless aliens have negotiated with me before, but they all failed."

"I am a loyal follower of the Magro religion. In my belief, nothing is impossible. The failure of the negotiations was just a matter of reaching an agreement on the terms. You should have investigated me, right, Director An?"

He is really confident... An Ran thought silently in her heart, looking down at the files about men in the information.

The man's talk about the Magro religion made him slightly curious.

In my impression, this is a cult that spreads in the third district. The god they believe in is the god Magro, who is said to be omniscient and omnipotent and who gives truth to everything.

An Ran had sent three groups of executive officers to assist the police in their efforts to eradicate the cult, and as a result, the Magro Cult disappeared for a long time.

Although he was very curious about this evil cult, An Ran knew that the first thing to do now was to find that Shang.

After thinking for a long time, An Ran raised his head.

"Well, Huang Zimo, an S-class alien, was born in Shanshu City. He was once a senior cadre of the Jinyucai Trading Alien Organization. He was attacked twice. In view of your extremely low profile and low social threat, the Operations Department has listed you on the low-threat green list..."

He read out the information presented on the paper. All of this information was true, which meant that Huang Zimo had been on the green list and not valued by the executive officers before he was caught, but he was an S-level alien.

"You are very patient." An Ran lowered his voice, "You even worked as a street thug for a year. You hid in Huacheng, right under Ling's nose. You pretended to be harmless until you were exposed for selling serum."

"If it weren't for the report, you would never have caught me." The yellow-haired man snorted:

"I don't like fighting either. I'll just arrest people if I need to. Otherwise, I can kill everyone on a street in an hour."

"It seems that we all have the same opinion, that is, we should not fight to the death." An Ran stood up.

Walk up to the glass and look at the man closely.

"I know why you asked me if I had checked your background, because the information on the paper is just a performance, a disguise that you want the executive to believe. Your true identity is probably a member of the Alphabet Organization."

An Ran's voice was both light and heavy.

"Is it right."

The man's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief, but he quickly suppressed these emotions and turned away slightly so as not to meet those eyes, but he also didn't want An Ran to notice his nervousness.

"You, what are you talking about?"

"The smell on you really makes me sick." An Ran's eyes gradually turned blood red.

Chapter 219: Self-Eating (Part )

Faced with the man's nervousness due to his identity being exposed, An Ran confirmed her judgment.

He did not point out the evidence immediately because he did not need to.

His eyes gradually turned blood red. This was because Naija's power was gradually being exposed and was suppressing Huang Zimo's reason.

The man froze, facing An Ran's terrifying and evil eyes, and gradually lost his remaining thoughts, as if he was hypnotized.

He opened his mouth slightly and made an unidentified mumbling sound.

“See…see…”

Huang Zimo tried hard to pronounce these two words. He was not actually hypnotized and still retained a trace of rationality. However, this rationality was not enough for him to think about the situation in front of him. The huge sense of oppression made him subconsciously shocked.

An Ran was very satisfied with the current situation.

At least this was the first step in the attempt, using Naya's power as An Ran's executive officer. Although this also meant that the real body's influence became stronger, he gradually stopped caring.

The most satisfying result this time was that when he showed his bloody eyes, the phagocytes in his body did not boil, and his body was not forced to turn in the direction of Naya, which was almost impossible before.

At this moment, the distance between him and Huang Zimo was only a piece of glass, and they could only observe each other from a distance of less than ten centimeters.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be patient."

An Ran stared at him and spoke in a somewhat unexpected tone. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned on the FACA system.

“What… did you do to me…” The man gasped heavily, like a dying beast.

"Is this important? It has already happened, there is no point in talking about it." An Ran lowered his head.

"Zero, turn off the surveillance and eavesdropping in my area. I need a place to be alone."

"Yes, sir." A mechanical female voice responded, and the next second, the red dot on the monitor flashed until it became pitch black.

An Ran turned around, placed his phone on the table, and then looked at the man in the glass again.

"You...your eyes..." The man looked unconscious.

"It would be easier if you didn't look me in the eye."

"Damn it, what the hell is going on..."

"Of course you saw a ghost, but it was a devil, although I don't really like that term either."

An Ran stretched out a hand and gently pretended to touch the glass without actually touching it. The man shuddered, and panic and despair were clearly visible on his face.

He didn't know what kind of strange hallucinations the people he was looking at would have, probably terrifying ones.

"Your code name in the Alphabet Organization." An Ran suddenly had a strange urge and wanted to raise her hand to control the man's behavior.

Controlling other people's phagocytes? This thought lingered in An Ran's mind. Somehow, he felt that he had such ability.

“F…F…F…”

The man kept repeating the letter sound in his mouth and stood in a very strange posture.

It's like a limp, propped-up scarecrow.

"The letter F..." An Ran muttered, and raised her head, "You are a member of the Li branch, right?"

"Yes Yes Yes……"