Alien Executioner

"You..." Xueya shuddered. The woman's words were cold, a strange kind of coldness.

It's like... a ghost that has been dead for a long time.

"You are... who are you?" Xueya said this sentence for some unknown reason.

"Yes, who am I..." The woman slowly raised her head, was silent for a few seconds, and finally stood up.

She turned around, and what a terrifying face she had! A huge split mouth and pupilless eyes. Only when she stood up could one see how terrifying she was, because she had not even knelt down. Her lower body was a long tail and scales. This was a monster with a human body and a snake tail!

She had long black hair that looked like a waterfall, with blood constantly dripping from it. There was an obvious sharp hole on her forehead. If this monster was a ghost, then she must have been killed by a sword piercing her eyes and forehead.

She threw herself on Bloody Fang, entwining her body brutally, her pale hands turning into the sharp blade of a scalpel.

Chapter 225: Self-Eating (XV)

An Ran silently stared at the black knife in the man's hand. At this moment, a structure similar to a spike had condensed on the handle of the knife, piercing his skin and continuously sucking blood.

Bloodfang's huge body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a dried corpse.

In the past records, the executives who used gluttony would eventually become madmen, monsters driven by desire, but there has never been an example of them turning into a rotten corpse.

The horrifying scene made her inexplicably think of sacrifice, and she thought there might really be a horrible evil spirit hidden in the knife.

“Sanctions.”

An Ran whispered Tuowu's name, reached out and touched the hilt, and the spikes suddenly shattered.

Ever since she used Sanction for the first time, she had been curious about the power the blade held, being able to slow down time, even if only for a few seconds.

And the sickle seeks...

It has the ability to bestow cruelty and viciousness. In short, the two devouring weapons it possesses are not simple.

She held the knife in her hand again, feeling the residual warmth of the blood on the handle, and slowly raised her head.

It came so quickly.

A team of executives in windbreakers appeared in front of them. They came quietly and witnessed the whole process of Bloodfang becoming a mummy.

Due to the dim light, they did not immediately see An Ran's true appearance, but were slightly surprised by the hovering tentacles.

The burly man in the lead held a sharp blade and deflected the tentacles that came in front of him.

He didn't move at all, his eyes looked somewhat lazy.

"It's really scary. You guys always bring some surprises all day long. What do you call it?"

As he spoke, he put on his gloves, anticipating a fierce battle to follow.

Executives always wear two pairs of clean white gloves under their windbreakers to solve problems such as sweaty hands.

An Ran didn't answer. His tentacles picked up the pig head mask on the ground and put it on his face without thinking.

"Not talking?"

The leading man tilted his head and blinked.

An Ran recognized the identity of this executive, the leader of Team 2 of the Fei Ge Team, elite executive Si Luan.

The entire team consists of eight people, which does not fit the size of a seven-person group.

She looked to Si Luan's side and saw a very quiet woman who looked like a cat with a calm gaze.

Ge Bingya, executive secretary of the Flying Pigeon Team's office and elite executive.

"Who I am, does it matter?" An Ran looked at them indifferently, the bloodshot in his eyes was hidden.

"That's true. There's no need to waste time with a monster like you." Si Luan looked at the blade in his hand nonchalantly.

"But...are you a rising star among the alien species? I've seen tentacles similar to yours before. They were really scary."

An Ran didn't say anything. His tentacles rolled up the dried corpse on the ground and threw it towards Si Luan.

He reacted quickly and slashed, and the mummy shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Hey, what is this?" The adjutant in the team poked the dust on the ground with a black crooked stick.

"It's not polite to throw things around when you meet someone. This is not a good habit..."

Before the lieutenant could say anything, a tentacle rushed from above and everyone scattered to avoid the attack.

"Is this how efficient your executive officers are?" The tentacle girl tilted her head. "When you see the enemy you always have to chat with them. What do you think this is? Playing house? When the fight starts, do we need someone to yell 3,2,1, , to start?"

An Ran jumped back and created a distance of more than ten meters. Her outstretched tentacles clung to the buildings in the factory. Her long hair swayed in the breeze. She stood up straight and gently stroked the pig-head mask on her face with her right hand.

When she roamed the night in the guise of Naya, it was normal for her to encounter the executors, but she always ran away quickly and there were never too many interactions with them. She was not going to waste this time.

But just as An Ran was about to leave, Ge Bingya, who had been motionless for a long time, finally moved. The devouring force on her wrist quickly unfolded and condensed into a strange sword blade. She stepped on the wall and jumped several meters up.

She did a gorgeous cartwheel in the air, and the tip of the sword in her hand fired green light balls, which were bullets made up of phagocytes.

A ball of light streaked across the night sky, illuminating the girl's entire appearance. Horrible tentacles floated in the air, surrounding her.

The ball of light did not leave any trace on the tentacles. Ge Bingya landed steadily on the roof of the warehouse, staring at the girl who was only ten meters away.

"You are..." She couldn't help but speak.

"You're so difficult to deal with. Do you really want to know who I am?" An Ran's unhappy mood made the tentacles become irritable.

She said in a nonchalant tone:

"I'm 'A', I think that's enough for me to say."

"Alphabet organization?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ge Bingya found the right moment and stepped in front of the girl. She made her choice without hesitation. Although she was like Si Luan and other talkative and self-righteous executives who always liked to say a few words when they met aliens, her purpose in doing so was only to make the other party relax their vigilance.

The devouring weapon in her hand is named "Sound", taken from the code name of the alien species. She can switch freely between sword and gun. The sword blade itself has considerable power, and when combined with it, it fires bullets composed of phagocytes to catch the opponent off guard.

This is an S-level devouring weapon, but it can play a significant role in crucial crusade battles.

She fired three shots at the girl's head and chest respectively. A total of six light bullets exploded in the air at the same time. When the bullets shuttled through the air, Ge Bingya had already arrived at the side of the monster.

The explosions caused by these disordered light ball bullets were indiscriminate, and the temperature burned her skin in an instant, but she endured the pain and slashed the girl's waist with the sword blade.

When she was about to succeed, the tentacles slapped towards her, and she had to move away to block the tentacles' attack.

After pushing away the two tentacles, just as Ge Bingya was about to continue her attack, the girl had already retreated dozens of meters.

I could only watch her disappear into the darkness.

Looking at the mess around him and the buildings that had been destroyed to the point of being dangerous, Ge Bingya finally retracted his Devouring Weapon.

"Why don't you come to help?" She jumped off the roof of the warehouse and looked at Team Leader Si Luan coldly.

"Ms. Executive, you may have been in FACA's office for too long. Your behavior is too reckless in front of everyone."

Si Luan didn't explain too much.

"Executive Officer Si Luan, can I assume that you are afraid of fighting?"

"Whatever you want." Si Luan turned around and was about to leave.

Everyone looked at the woman with puzzled eyes. Before leaving, the adjutant called the police station to deal with the aftermath of the incident. Before that, he said to Ge Bingya in a rather subtle way:

"Madam, your glasses..."

Ge Bingya was stunned and subconsciously touched the frame of glasses on his face. When he took it off, he saw that there were no lenses in the frame.

Chapter 226: Self-Eating (XVI)

It shuttled through the cracks in the city, its gray, sticky soft body crawling up the pipes, skillfully repeating what it did every night, drilling into the power grid, and finally sliding into the residence that was like a small palace with a sigh.

This soft mass that resembled plaster and slime began to expand and condensed into the outline of a man next to the sofa in the living room.

An Ran's face gradually took shape and she looked in the direction of the corridor. After a moment of listening and watching, she did not hear any movement from her sister.

An Xiao has not returned home yet. At this time, his sister, who has just become an excellent executive, has a lot of things to deal with.

He did not choose to turn on the light. His figure disappeared into the depths of the corridor and pushed open the door of his room.

Moonlight poured in from the window, covering the entire bed. An Ran walked to the closet and changed her clothes.

Whenever he transformed into Naya, the clothes on his body would be stored in the tentacles like swallowed food, for preservation and carrying. However, the most obvious disadvantage was that when he transformed back and put them on again, he was wet all over and had a pungent smell of heavy perfume.

There was a faint smell of blood.

Do tentacles grow from eating perfume?

An Ran curled her lips slightly, but her mood was not affected by it. She changed into her white pajamas quickly.

He threw all the clothes, including the khaki windbreaker, into the washing machine and turned the machine on skillfully.

He looked down at the watch his sister gave him, nonchalantly.

There was the sound of a car slowly stopping outside the window.

"What a coincidence." An Ran muttered to himself, hiding everything that had just happened in his heart.

The door was gently moved and pushed open. An Xiao took off his shoes while leaning against the wall and threw his windbreaker onto the coat rack two meters away.

She just raised her head and the lights in the living room suddenly came on.)

She stretched out her hand to block the sudden strong light, and it was obvious that she was a little absent-minded on the road.

"Brother, you are here."

An Xiao looked through the glass wall of the shoe cabinet and saw the figure sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was sitting in a hovering posture with a little dignity, holding a cigarette between his fingers, wearing white pajamas, like a...

Male nanny?

"I thought you were in the Countermeasures Bureau. You came back faster than me." An Xiao said as he took off his uniform.

She pounded her shoulders to relieve the pain and jumped onto the sofa.

"There aren't many things to do today, and Ling's efficiency in handling things is outstanding." An Ran put out his cigarette.

"Brother, I suspect you have been slacking off before, right? What time is it now? It's only eleven o'clock. According to the normal work schedule of the headquarters, you should have five hours before you get off work."⑦

"I remember it very clearly. How have you adjusted? I mean after you were promoted to outstanding executive officer."

"Don't mention it. It's so boring. I stayed in the office all day, read documents for two hours, and then slept the whole time."

An Xiao's face was full of dissatisfaction:

"What is this? A civilian position? The head of the Haijing Office even brainwashed me and wanted me to take over his job. This is not what I thought."

"Things in the Countermeasures Bureau are far more complicated than you think, and... this is just the beginning, because we have plans to train you. You will be the one who will take on important responsibilities in the future. Of course, An Xin acquiesced to all this."

"Won't you give me some time to adapt?" An Xiao stood up and turned to look at his brother's face.

An Ran lowered his eyes: "You are not ready yet, right? If you want, I can postpone the plan."

"No, no need."

An Xiao looked at his brother's quiet appearance and felt that it was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

"I just feel that... in this case, my efforts are actually not important, because someone has paved the way for me. I... Brother, do you know what my initial thoughts were when I was in Atlanta College?"

"I don't know, but I can guess."

"No, you always guess right. I have to tell you before you guess." An Xiao turned over and sat up properly.

"I want to inherit your honor in the hall through my own efforts and become the third devil in our family."

"What a bold idea, but if it's you, maybe it will work."

"Hey, brother, what do you mean by that? This idea is so bold. It sounds like it can't possibly happen when you say it."

"I'm complimenting you."

"How can that be praised so highly?" An Xiao sighed, and the bad mood disappeared in an instant.

She suddenly became full of energy again and clenched her fists.

"You received this honor from your sister, so I can do it too. I am sure I can do it."

"This..." An Ran thought for a moment, "That's because my sister was promoted to director and retired from the front line, so naturally they had to choose a new hall. I was just lucky, and I had some connections..."

"Come on, I've never seen you so modest." An Xiao snorted, "Who among the students in Atlanta College's recent years didn't graduate with your legendary story? But you're always taciturn, not only that, but...how can I describe it?"

She thought for a while and commented with just the right description:

"A pair of lifeless eyes, everyone would shudder when being stared at, just like when they did something bad in school and met the dean."

Dean of Studies? An Ran remembered that he once worked as a tutor in the history department at Atlanta College.

"I used to be a special tutor in the history department at Atlanta College. If you had studied a year earlier, you might have met me at school."