Alien Executioner

"What is your real purpose in coming to FACA? Serum No. 4 is just a cover. Who are you trying to get close to?"

For a long time, the man was silent, because he couldn't speak anymore and rolled his eyes.

Just when An Ran wanted to continue, the door was suddenly pushed open and Zhou Bowen strode up behind him.

"What's wrong with you?" An Ran covered his eyes, and the blood red gradually dissipated.

"There was a gunfight on Exhibition Street." Zhou Bowen glanced at the man in the glass with some surprise.

"What does the gunfight have to do with FACA? Why don't you notify the police station?" An Ran was very angry at the sudden interruption.

"Yes..." Zhou Bowen hesitated, "We are the executive officers."

An Ran was slightly startled, then turned around, the dissatisfaction on his face gradually faded, and he adjusted the collar of his windbreaker.

"More than that, tell me, I'm ready."

"It was Sister Tang and Xu Sinuo. A gunman tried to assassinate them, and then a gunfight inevitably broke out."

"Is anyone hurt?"

"No, but the gunman has already escaped, which is a pity. However, Zero took a picture of his appearance. But we are not sure about the killer's true identity, whether he is an alien, so it is not appropriate to hand it over to the police station for handling."

"You should be confident that you can handle such things on your own. There is no need to listen to my advice." An Ran patted Section Chief Zhou on the shoulder.

"But... with Sister Tang and Xu Sinuo's marksmanship, how could they let him get away? By the way, where exactly did it happen?"

“The most famous KFC on Exhibition Street.”

"How did Xu Sinuo get out without my signature?" An Ran knew very well that Xu Sinuo was deeply affected by gluttony and would need a long time to recover.

"I don't know about that. You have to ask the logistics department." Section Chief Zhou shrugged.

"If it's Sister Tang, then everything makes sense." An Ran picked up the phone, walked to the door and turned around.

"Have someone clean up the inside."

Zhou Bowen watched An Ran leave and he breathed a sigh of relief after a while. For some reason, he felt an indescribable sense of depression when he first broke into the interrogation room.

……

"Failure is also a failure."

"With your marksmanship, can't you kill that girl?"

"She reacted very quickly and immediately used the Devouring Technique, which was a possession technique that bullets couldn't penetrate."

"I'm really impressed. Can you killers be more professional?" The employer's voice sounded a little impatient.

Late at night, in the grove at Exhibition Square Park.

Wang Feng squatted in the grass and took a deep puff of cigarette, the smoke drifting in front of his lifeless eyes.

Next to him, the killer in a suit was also squatting under a tree, holding a bucket of instant noodles in his hand and slurping it.

"Damn it, why does that bastard always introduce you bunch of unreliable killers to me?"

Wang Feng wanted to cry, but he held it back. The breeze blew his messy hair and gently caressed his restless heart.

"Is there anyone who would stand outside a store and assassinate someone like you? He is an elite executive officer after all, so how can you not see the reflection?"

"I was almost fainting from hunger, so I just wanted to finish this order quickly so I could go eat." The killer wolfed down the food.

"Is this the reason why you emptied both magazines and missed a single shot during the gunfight?" Wang Feng was stunned.

"Even if I hit her, what's the use? She has already started her Devouring Technique, so I can't kill her even if I hit her."

"Okay, okay, I really admire you. It's so unlucky to be your employer." Wang Feng sighed.

"I'll give you some money. Please leave District 3 as soon as possible. The Intelligence Department is looking for you. You can't hide here for a few days."

"Thank you, Minister Wang." The killer shrugged.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he quickly hid it. He warned word by word:

"Don't ever call me that, understand?"

"gone."

The killer poured the instant noodle bucket and the soup onto the ground, then staggered towards the street light.

Wang Feng stood up and wanted to use his phagocytic cells. He realized that this was not right, so he took out his phagocytic weapon.

This is a sharp black blade, following silently.

Just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly heard a slight noise and looked to the right.

In the alley, there is a pair of terrifying blood-red eyes and hungry tentacles clinging to the wall.)

She should have a blank expression, followed by an almost insane smile.

Chapter 220 Self-eating (X)

The man leaned against the street lamp, the light cut a long shadow, he looked at his own shadow and lit a cigarette.

After leaving the exhibition square park, the killer had already changed his clothes, replacing his suit with a casual windbreaker, wearing a baseball cap, and staring at a young couple playing across the street, his heartbeat quickened.

He is hungry.

The man paced non-stop, the impatience brought by the hungry phagocytic cells made it difficult for the alien to control.

He looked at the cigarette butt between his fingers, then glanced casually at the intersection. There was no one there.

Has the employer left?

The man had actually long noticed that Wang Feng had been following him, and his killing intent was too obvious.

Even though his completion of tasks was always difficult to satisfy his employers, there was no denying the fact that he was a killer.

For a wuyiqi killer, killing intent is all too familiar, and Wang Feng didn't even hide his killing intent.

This is the contempt and arrogance brought by Wang Feng's strength and capital, so he does not need to hide his murderous intention. What's more, he is an executive like a poisonous snake. Poisonous snakes never worry about their prey escaping. Once their fangs are exposed, what awaits them is a deadly and terrible attack.

For other men, it is common to be silenced by their enemies and employers.

After leaving the park, Wang Feng followed him the whole way, but when the distance between them got closer, he quickly left.

Seeing this, the man just stopped and stood under the street light, smoking and thinking.

He didn't understand, but he was relieved.

To be honest, if Wang Feng really carried out the plan to silence the witnesses, he would not have much chance of escaping.

After all, Wang Feng is a minister of FACA, an elite executive without any water, and even a quasi-palace official.

As an S-class alien, the man took on many kill orders, many of which involved assassination of executors. These executors, who were affiliated with FACA and held high positions, all had a common weakness, which was the human body.

So there are many ways to kill a human, but the prerequisite is that you cannot reveal your alien identity.

He originally wanted to try to poison the girl that his employer had asked him to assassinate.

This was the most covert and safe method, but he was really hungry at the time.

The man had not "eaten" for two weeks.

As a result, at the last moment of shooting, confusion arose and the best opportunity was missed.

But this can't be a reason for the employer to silence someone, right?

The man didn't understand why Wang Feng wanted to silence him, but fortunately he was safe now.

but……

He stared at every corner of the bustling street with wide eyes, looked at every person passing by, and swallowed.

So hungry.

Move slowly, draw a map based on the distribution of memory, and look for the middleman who sells "food".

After crossing a road, I came to a path in a park, and was greeted by a freezing cold wind.

As several executive teams have been carrying out operations to purify Flower City recently, the wind has been very tight, causing most of the middlemen to keep a low profile, making it particularly difficult to obtain food.

Behind a wall, lights flickered in a warehouse shed.

The man whistled absentmindedly and waited for several minutes.

The door of the hut was slowly opened, and a fat head popped out at first. He was a little surprised at the appearance of the man.

"Blood Fang, why are you here?" The middleman looked around to make sure there was no one else, then walked out.

This is a fat man.

Blood Fang is the man's alien code name, because when he unfolds his phagocytic cells, red teeth appear on the back of his hands, which look like fangs, so he was given this code name.

"I need food." He said no nonsense.

"I don't have it here." The fat man's face changed and he turned around to go back.

"What do you mean?" Xueya resisted the urge to beat the fat man up and lowered his voice.

"That's what I mean. The channel is cut off and I haven't eaten for a week."

"Is this so..."

"But..." The fat man rolled his eyes slyly and said, "There is another way to solve the problem of eating."

Xueya didn't say anything. He just stood outside the wall, staring at the fat man.

"This thing is very good." He took out a small bottle filled with purple liquid from somewhere.

"I've heard of this." Bloodfang touched his chest. When the alien was extremely hungry, it would feel severe pain in the chest.

"You can try."

Bloodfang took the jar handed over by the fat man, stared at it for a few seconds, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Seeing that he swallowed it without any hesitation, the fat man smiled.

Xueya felt the subtle changes in his body, and the effects of hunger disappeared in the shortest time.

"Really...very good..." Bloodfang was surprised.

"I still have a lot here. This stuff can perfectly solve our hunger problem." The fat man said, "But it only lasts for a month. I can't guarantee what will happen after a month."

"What do you mean?"

"It's probably a side effect of a high-tech product." The fat man smiled and changed the subject, "My good friend, have you found your partner, Yi Guan?"

"No, I haven't heard from him for a long time."

Xueya hesitated for a moment, but still chose not to tell the fat man what happened today.

He felt that it was unnecessary, even though the fat man was the middleman and was considered a leader in this area.

The fat guy, codenamed Pighead, is also an S-level alien, and a veteran who has been in Huacheng for more than ten years.

The reason why he is called Pig Head is not because of his phagocytic cells, but because he likes to wear a pig head mask to hide his identity.

To Bloodfang, he was a mysterious and weird high-level alien species who always had an unchanging smile on his face.

The fat man looked at Bloody Fang with a smile and watched him leave, his eyes twitching slightly.

Bloodfang stopped.

"How can that be?" the fat man said, retracting his smile.

Bloody Fang turned his head stiffly and tried to turn around, his face was replaced by a distorted look of fear.

The next second, a huge tentacle rushed from the right, pierced through Bloodfang's entire body, and rushed out dozens of meters.

Like a giant blood-red python wandering on the path, stirring up gusts of wind and raising huge clouds of dust.

The fat man's expression gradually became solemn. He jumped high and stood on the wall. He saw several tentacles in front of him slowly withdrawing.

Finally, Bloodfang's broken body was dragged in front of him.

"This is..." The fat man lost his composure and hurriedly took off the pig head mask from his waist and put it on his face.

Bloodfang struggled for a few seconds, and a tentacle pierced through his stomach, causing pain to press on his nerves.

"Oops, sorry, I pushed too hard."

A joyful voice was heard, and the fat man looked in the direction where the tentacles extended, only to see a girl hanging in the air relying on the tentacles.

The girl had a faint blood-red gaze and a very cold attitude at first glance.

Her lips moved slightly, and the beautiful sound made the two people's phagocytes begin to boil.