Alien Executioner

But that’s fine.

"Brother, you've seen that girl, right? What does she look like? Is she pretty?"

"Hmm...very pretty." An Ran praised himself expressionlessly, "I think many people will fall in love with her at first sight."

"You never describe someone like this." The younger sister was a little surprised, "You like that girl too?"

In an instant, An Xiao's mind had already imagined the bloody plot of her sister and brother falling in love with the same girl, and this plot was happening right next to her. However, she suppressed her excitement, fearing that her brother would ignore her because of this.

She moved closer to her brother, almost getting close to him.

"What?" An Ran realized that his sister might be starting to overthink.

"You smell very nice, like flowers, and very refreshing, like a girl's scent. You wouldn't..."

An Xiao covered her mouth and looked at her brother in disbelief.

"Steal your sister's girlfriend?"

An Ran frowned, lifted her hair and brought it to her nose to sniff. There was indeed a scent of a young girl.

"It's shampoo."

He glanced at his little sister as if she were a fool, then continued to drive attentively, crossed the intersection, and entered Clock Tower Street.

"You must be kidding. How can it be shampoo?" An Xiao obviously didn't believe it. "I've been to your room and used your shampoo. It doesn't smell like this at all."

"When did you enter my room?"

"Is this important? It's not important at all." An Xiao stuck out her tongue and turned her head away guiltily.

She hasn't changed at all... An Ran smiled. Her sister was still as naughty as she remembered, always acting mischievous at home. As the heir who attended the most social activities of the An family, An Xiao had always been cultivated by her parents as a lady.

However, given the younger sister's true personality, she is more inclined towards her father, making it difficult for her to become a truly calm and stable superior.

The car slowly stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant. An Xiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little confused and didn't understand why his brother stopped here.

"Would you like something to eat?"

An Ran tilted his head and looked at his sister, waiting for her reaction.

"Eat barbecue?" An Xiao wondered if her brother had changed his personality, why would he take her to eat this.

"Well, you actually didn't have dinner when you went out to the Countermeasures Bureau."

"No, I wanted to wait until you fell asleep and then order some takeout..." An Xiao admitted in a low voice.

"I rarely take you out to play. Since we moved out of my parents' house, I have made many demands on you. But when you become a real executive, I think... those demands are no longer necessary."

"I think it's a good thing for you to do this, brother, but it would be better if you didn't make any messy requests."

"You look happy."

"How can I not be happy?" An Xiao pushed open the car door and quickly ran into the barbecue restaurant.

An Ran also followed him in, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and sat opposite her sister.

"Please order." He handed over the menu. "Is there anyone in the Countermeasures Bureau with whom I can chat?"

"No, no, no that's not right, there is one."

"Oh? Tell me?"

"It's not a good idea to inquire about my sister's interpersonal relationships." An Xiao was suddenly stunned, as if he had thought of something.

"Besides my sister, there is no gossip about you on the Internet. Is your sexual orientation abnormal? Or are you..."

An Xiao looked at his brother with increasingly strange eyes.

"You are a sister-con, right?"

"What a bold idea! Even if I were a sister-con, I wouldn't like you."

"What a terrible answer! Brother, you have such a low EQ. It's so hurtful."

"Heh." An Ran picked up the teapot and poured a cup. His eyes drooped slightly, with a subtle smile on his lips.

"I heard that you have been getting close to a girl named Gu Zhilan recently."

"Damn it, you said you're not a sister-con, but you're investigating me." An Xiao pouted.

"I just like you to be more cautious in making friends and sometimes get into unnecessary trouble."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with her?"

"No, just to keep you alert."

An Ran did not say anything else. He just did not want his sister to get caught up in the vortex of the flower shop and the Alphabet Organization.)

Chapter 229 Self-Eating (XIX)

In the North District of Huacheng, the main street of the Cultural Square is bustling with people. The tall buildings are covered with jewel-studded clothes. The streets are like a shining galaxy, and the rush of people shuttles back and forth like a tide.

The neon lights are dazzling, the lights are hazy, and it is both real and unreal.

The bustling and noisy night did not form a beautiful picture in Gu Zhilan's eyes. At this moment, she was sitting on an electric bike, one foot on the steps of the flower bed, looking down at her mobile phone, wearing Meituan's iconic deliveryman uniform, pretending to be waiting.

She would occasionally glance at the door of the Jinfu Hotel, and then pretend to be thoughtful.

She looked at the flashing lights of famous beer brands a few dozen meters away, the glittering neon lights, and the busy streets, and she couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

He lowered his head again and glanced at his phone.

It is 23:57 at night.

There are still three minutes until 12 o'clock, which means that according to the existing intelligence, the target will soon appear.

"So slow."

Gu Zhilan muttered to herself, but she didn't have too many complaints about the mission of this flower shop.

As a trainee executive who had not yet been appointed, she had already left FACA after get off work at this time. Just when she was planning to go home to have a good sleep and prepare for the next day, someone from the florist came to her.

The flower shop member who came to visit was the manager of a nearby clothing store, a mature and emotional middle-aged man who called himself Mr. Joan, but this might be a pseudonym. He moved here from the Fourth District ten years ago and has been in the flower shop for six years now.

When I was a student at Atlanta College, my schedule was a bit busy and it was difficult for me to take the initiative to contact the flower shop, so the manager sent Mr. Qiong to be my exclusive contact person.

Mr. Qiong is a very nice man. As the head of the intelligence department, my mother always gets home from get off work in the early hours of the morning, which almost overlaps with the time I spend with her. So most of the time, it is Mr. Qiong who takes care of me.

He was a decent father, if he was a father at all.

The mission was caused by an alien from the "Horn" gang, who brutally killed an artificial alien in a stronghold of the flower shop in order to steal food and gain profits.

The incident happened in an Internet cafe in the alley. This base was maintained by four artificial aliens. The most powerful protector was one of the network administrators, a senior member of the flower shop, S-level codenamed Sawtooth, and respected as Mr. Ma.

On this day, Mr. Ma had to leave the Internet cafe temporarily because he had to attend the funeral of his father, leaving behind only three young artificial aliens, all of whom were of low level and had no combat experience.

This gave that bastard an opportunity.

When the executive officers got wind of the incident, they found the scene in a state of disarray and sealed off the Internet cafe.

The alien stole all the "food" stored in the Internet cafe, and not only ate it himself, but also sold it to others.

Based on the trafficking clues provided by Mr. Qi Yi of Qiong VyiVII紦⒏ling, Gu Zhilan finally locked her target on the Jinfu Hotel.

"Hasn't it come out yet?" Gu Zhilan muttered.

The time jumped to 0:01.

Just as the security guard was about to drive the delivery man away from the flower bed, the gate opened.

He bowed his head quickly:

"Mr. Chen, have a nice trip."

Gu Zhilan heard these words clearly and looked up, only to see a man dressed as a boss with a beer belly walking out of the bar.

His eyes casually swept over him, confirming that this was the target of the mission.

The man took the key from the security guard, walked straight to the flower bed, and opened the door of a BMW.

He glanced at the delivery man next to him, his eyes full of disdain.

Faced with this offensive gaze, Gu Zhilan simply pretended to give a symbolic smile.

After the car drove away, she started her electric car and chased after it.

In front of the hotel gate, the security guard looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes gradually covered with a thin film of phagocytes.

He picked up the phone and made a call.

……

Gu Zhilan followed the BMW all the way. After more than 20 minutes of driving, the bustling city was gradually replaced by undeveloped trees.

"Does the big boss live in a place like this now?"

Gu Zhilan was a little puzzled about the remote route taken by the BMW. She kept accurately controlling the distance between her and the car, turned off the lights of her electric car, and used her alien vision advantage to follow the car on the dark road.

This is a road without street lights or any other light source. In the Flower City, its existence is somewhat incredible.

She looked on both sides and saw many greenhouses.

Is it a breeding base?

But how could there be a breeding base in Huacheng, even though this is the northern district of Huacheng.

It also looks like... a hidden factory.

Gu Zhilan kept guessing, but she did not forget her mission, which was to kill the target.

After Mr. Qiong's investigation, it was found that the target of the mission was an A-class alien species, very low-key and not marked with a code by FACA.

Although Gu Zhilan rarely fights, she is still an A-level alien after all, not to mention a trained trainee executive.

Based on the physical fitness of the alien species, he underwent rigorous training by the executive officer and used the devouring weapon.

With this advantage, even if he has not yet been appointed, he has the ability to fight against the S-class.

The BMW suddenly stopped slowly in front of a warehouse.

There were no lights on in the entire factory area, which meant that the workers here had gone home early.

Gu Zhilan drove the electric car closer and then launched the devouring weapon in the form of Shang B gun.

The figure in front of him didn't seem to notice someone approaching from behind. He opened the trunk and bent down.

The next second, he turned around suddenly, a dazzling flash appeared in the darkness, and gunshots rang out.

Gu Zhilan fired without hesitation. The bullets made of phagocytes shot out rapidly from the gun-shaped devouring weapon of Shang B, shuttling through the darkness like light snakes.

But such bullets are ultimately not lethal, and their most notable feature is that they can paralyze alien species for a short period of time.

The figure snorted and slowly fell down.

"I should have asked him where the food was first." Gu Zhilan muttered, realizing that she might have made a mistake.

Just as she walked up to the figure and was about to deliver a fatal blow, she suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart.

Gu Zhilan stepped back subconsciously, and a sharp spike suddenly extended from the man's shoulder.

It almost pierced her head.

"how come!"

Gu Zhilan was stunned for a moment, not expecting the scene before her. The man slowly stood up and was not anesthetized.

"Executive?" the man said, and a spike appeared on his other shoulder.

The spikes stretched along the arms, gradually attaching themselves together, and the coverage of phagocytes gradually increased.

The target may be S-level!

In an instant, Gu Zhilan raised her gun and continued to shoot at the man, but without leaving any trace.

The man had fully unfolded his alien form and seemed to have known of her existence from the beginning.

"You don't have your own Devouring Weapon? How arrogant! But you actually work at the flower shop, right?"

"You talk too much."

The white wings of an angel spread out behind Gu Zhilan, and dense feathers were emitted from under the broken wings.

Chapter 230: Self-Eating (Twenty)

The man didn't have time to dodge and used his hands to protect his head, and his skin was pierced by the feathers and bled.

He slowly raised his head under the fierce attack like rain, and his eyes were covered with a layer of phagocytic membrane.