Alien Executioner

"I just finished a meeting with the Intelligence Department. According to the intelligence we have so far, several super aliens were spotted in Zilan City, not long after the underground experiment at Zilan School ended. After an in-depth investigation of these sightings, we discovered that similar traces appeared in Huacheng, the city we are in."

"Is it 'A'?" Ge Bingya couldn't help but ask.

An Ran glanced at her and thought of the reckless Fei Ge executive secretary at night.

"'A'? Are you referring to the alien from last night? I don't think it was her. From what I can tell, she was just an unknown alien using this code name."

"Director An, I have fought with her before, and I can confirm that her strength is already SS-level threatening."

"Ge Bingya, do you know?"

An Ran finally looked the woman in the face and told her word by word:

"According to the feedback from the Internal Affairs Department, someone has reported you. You interfered with the actions of others and kept giving them advice. Your reckless behavior seriously threatened the lives of other executives."

After he finished speaking, he paused for half a second and said mercilessly: Shan

"In other words, you didn't do a good enough job last night, and all the executives present agreed that you performed poorly."

"What?" Ge Bingya couldn't believe it and suppressed her anger. "Director An, Si Luan is reporting me maliciously."

"You can explain this to Section Chief Zhou. I won't take care of it." An Ran said, and patted Zhou Bowen on the shoulder.

"You continue, I just came to see how your meeting is going. If there are any results, tell me at the next supreme meeting."

"Yes."

Zhou Bowen nodded, watched him leave, and looked at the silent Ge Bingya.

"I know you and Si Luan have had many conflicts, but I still want you to put them aside. Isn't this the first time I've said this?"

"Si Luan is no pushover either." That was all Chen Hanxuan could say.

Elite Executive Officer Si Luan and Executive Secretary Ge Bingya are both top members of the Fei Ge Team and are also our own people.

It's not easy to favor anyone.

Chapter 232: Codename Q's Crusade (Part )

It was pitch black, and the silent stillness seemed to freeze everything.

As the password door slowly opened, a faint light illuminated Huang Zimo's face. He was tied to a chair with lifeless eyes.

When An Ran walked into the dim interrogation room, she happened to see Minister Wang Feng walking out.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with strange emotions. An Ran looked at Wang Feng, and the latter felt a little guilty.

"I thought you never came here." An Ran's voice was filled with friendly emotions and he showed a smile between friends.

"Well, that was before."

Wang Feng sighed and took off his white gloves. He didn't seem to intend to explain why he appeared in the interrogation room.

"Isn't it normal for me to be here? I heard that the phagocytic cells in this guy's body have mutated. I'm just a little curious."

An Ran frowned, he remembered how he had used the blood eyes to confuse Huang Zimo's rationality and numb his reason.

Was there an unexpected impact?

An Ran remained calm, his scrutinizing gaze was soon replaced by doubt, as he made sure that he did not smell any alien scent on Wang Feng.

"Really?" He brushed past Wang Feng, then turned around, "So what new gains have you made?"

Wang Feng shook his head regretfully:

"No, some of his phagocytes are dying rapidly, and the Devouring Sorrow cannot produce new cells. I don't know why. Anyway, he won't live long. Hmm, maybe one more day?"

After saying this, he patted his forehead, looking somewhat distressed:

"Although I really want to know what method can cause large-scale necrosis of phagocytes, you are here for him, right? If you find anything during the interrogation, please tell me."

"Of course." Wang Feng's calmness surprised An Ran, but she still chose not to point it out.

When Wang Feng reached the door, he suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask:

"Oh, by the way, where has our Chief An Xin been recently? Do you know?"

"I don't know."

"Okay then." Wang Feng stretched, "I'm going back to sleep. It's really hard to stay up all night..."

There were only two people left in the interrogation room. An Ran closed the door, sat in front of Huang Zimo, and looked at him for a few seconds.

"It is reported that you requested to meet with me. Do you have anything to say?" He put the phone on the table.

His fingers tapped lightly on the screen, and half a second later, the surveillance and wiretapping in the interrogation room were cut off.

"me……"

Huang Zimo stammered in a somewhat confused manner. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, eager to see An Ran's face clearly.

"Let me...please...let me...again..."

An Ran frowned:

"I don't understand what you're saying. If you're having trouble putting words into words, try writing it down."

"No...I..."

Huang Zimo soon fell silent. He opened his mouth blankly, like a mentally ill person in the late stage of dementia.

There was no luster of soul in those dry eyes. In the dim light, the only light reflected the ugly face.

An Ran waited patiently for a minute, then he realized something and lowered his eyes.

When they slowly opened, a blood-red light flickered.

Huang Zimo suddenly moved, like a demented old man regaining consciousness, and returned to normal, his mouth moving slightly:

"Thanks……"

The effect of Naya's blood eyes on the alien species was too incredible, and An Ran remained in deep thought about this result.

Although the super alien will not be petrified under the gaze of the blood eye, the impact will be permanent.

Perhaps Huang Zimo's dementia is a sign of petrification. Low-level aliens and humans will be petrified, but super aliens cannot be solidified because of their strong bodies and active phagocytes.

The spirit, that is, reason, will also be affected to a certain extent.

Is this the reason why Huang Zimo has become what he is now...

An Ran tapped the table and began to think deeply, trying to figure out the secrets and abilities of his body.

Huang Zimo regained his sanity and ability to speak only after being stared at by his own blood eye again, which means that the influence of the blood eye is not that simple.

Raise your head and start to deliberately guide the topic:

"Are you feeling better now? You didn't meet me just to relieve your pain, right? That's not a wise or long-term solution. Tell me the location of the serum factory, and I'll remove the curse."

The term "curse" was made up by An Ran on the spur of the moment. He was unable to describe the ability of Naya's blood eyes, so while Huang Zimo was still rational, he deliberately gave some clear hints, such as that he had unknown abilities, in order to create psychological oppression.

An Ran was not afraid that Huang Zimo would tell others about this weird thing. Given his current condition, if he closed his eyes, once the blood light dissipated, he would return to his dementia state.

"You...you devil..."

Huang Zimo's sanity was gradually returning. He was able to speak a complete sentence and paused:

"Do you have a cigarette? A pack is best if possible. I want to calm down for a while."

"Should I trust you?"

"You don't need to believe me, you devil. You made me suffer terrible torture last night." Huang Zimo's face was full of fear of Bloody Eyes. He lowered his head, not daring to look An Ran in the eye.

"What the hell are you? Before you get the damn answer, I need you to answer this question for me."

"That's interesting. Now it's your turn to ask me."

"No, no, no. I just don't want to die without knowing why. I have to find out whether the person standing in front of me is a human being or not."

"Is this answer important?" An Ran did not answer, but did not avoid the question either. "It is always bad to know too much about some things."

"I've seen a lot of plot lines from movies like this, but I'm going to die anyway, so what if I know it?"

Huang Zimo grinned, but the muscles on his face were so stiff that it was difficult to maintain, which was extremely weird.

"I am a human." An Ran nodded, "At least for now, there is no doubt about this."

"Are you kidding? How can you be a human? How can human eyes glow red?" Huang Zimo slammed the table.

An Ran crossed her fingers. In the dim light, the gloomy and scrutinizing gaze went straight into her soul, making her dare not look up:

"So what do you think I am? An alien? Or a ghost that only appeared in history? What I am depends entirely on your imagination. What you think I am, then I am what I am. Why waste time?"

"Tsk." Huang Zimo gritted his teeth. His pretentious appearance could not hide the fear in his heart.

"Don't waste my time, Huang Zimo. You should know that as one of the top leaders of FACA, my time is precious. Maybe after this time, I will never meet you again."

After saying this, he glanced at his watch and pretended to be ready to get up and leave at any time.

Chapter 233: Codename Q's Crusade (Part )

Huang Zimo still seemed to be hesitating. His whole body was unable to move, and the chains that suppressed the handcuffs made a squeaking sound.

"I really want to tell you, but if I tell you, I will definitely die."

"You're going to die whether you tell it or not. You should have noticed the changes in your body. As an SS-level super alien, even if you are very low-key, it would be a pity to die like this," said An Ran.

"Do I really have no choice?"

"This world is like this. Choices are always difficult, and cruelty is the truest law. I have to admit that it was me who made you like this. The phagocytic cells in your body gradually died, and in the end, the Devouring Sorrow dried up together. I have no solution. This is an unsolvable curse."

"If that's the case, why can't I just wait to die? Why should I tell you to spread your information before I die? Why?"

"You forgot again, Huang Zimo." An Ran smiled. It was the first time Huang Zimo saw his smile so cool.

"You were the one who wanted to meet me. Don't always confuse priorities. Since you feel that wasting my time is not enough, then let's never see each other again."

An Ran closed her eyes, and the moment the blood-red light disappeared, Huang Zimo was startled and his muscles began to spasm.

"I think... you can't even achieve Devouring Transformation. Do you want to wait for death and decomposition in a dark corner?"

He stood up, picked up his phone, and walked to the door. Just as he was about to open it, Huang Zimo screamed:

"Yes...I'm sorry, don't go..."

"You should have something to say."

An Ran turned around and looked into the man's eyes again.

Huang Zimo felt much better. He was panting and realized that there was a real devil standing in front of him. The phagocytes in his body stopped necrotizing only after receiving the bloody gaze. He was a super alien, and although his strength was average or even below average, he could not deny this fact.

A man who can kill phagocytes with his eyes? What kind of monster is this...

"I can tell you, but... please kill me. I don't want to suffer anymore." Huang Zimo's spirit collapsed.

"Well, I think this must be a very unpleasant feeling."

"After I tell you, can I understand what you are?"

"I won't tell you directly." An Ran was silent for a while, then nodded, "If you can see it yourself."

"I actually don't know the exact location of the serum factory. Although I sell serum, I don't have direct contact with the factory. There is a middleman between us. I, I'll tell you the location. It's in this city, in a clothing store."

"Which one?"

"The clothing store behind No. 1 Middle School in Nancheng District." Huang Zimo couldn't help but blurt it out. He couldn't relieve the pain in his head:

"The store manager is the middleman. He only designs and sells clothes for aliens, including customized masks. He also provides fake identity services for aliens. He comes from the serum factory and was once one of the factory's managers." Another

"Who is the middleman?"

"Yes...it's Xiao Lao, everyone calls him that."

"Anything else?"

"No...that's all. I only know this much. I used to be a member of Zimu, but now I have actually left." Huang Zimo knew that he was dying soon, and regarded An Ran as his life-saving straw. There is no one who is not afraid of death, so he also told some unimportant things.

"I sell serum just to make money, it has nothing to do with letters."

An Ran became interested. He knew the man was not lying, which also meant that it was just a coincidence.

The interrogation was over, and Huang Zimo could not provide any other useful information. Moreover, his life was already in countdown, so there was no need to interrogate him further.

In fact, he should have died yesterday, but he managed to hold on by relying on his willpower. After all, he is a super alien.

An Ran started searching, opened the secret door from the side, and walked in front of Huang Zimo.

The sickle was pressed against his head, after all, promised things had to be completed, and An Ran hated not breaking his promises.