Alien Executioner

Chapter 237: Codename Q's Crusade (Part )

An Ran left the Countermeasures Bureau building and got into the car. He put his left hand on the steering wheel and flipped through his cell phone with his right hand.

One thirty in the afternoon.

After agreeing with Zhou Bowen on the crusade against Q, he spent nearly half an hour visiting Xu Sinuo to confirm that the girl's health had not deteriorated further, and hinted to Sister Tang in this regard.

At the moment, he had no specific plans in mind, and wanted to use Zero's abilities to find Q, but there was no trace of that.

An Ran logged into Zero's permission database and used the pictures of Q in the surveillance to match, but failed to match. This means that this mysterious super alien has never appeared in Zero's surveillance records.

He immersed himself for a long time, but after not getting any results, he finally raised his head.

Q's arrival in Huacheng shows that the Alphabet Organization has begun to take action. This is useful information that has been exposed so far, but the main problem is that it cannot explain the reason for doing so. He needs to know the motives of the Alphabet Organization.

The Alphabet Organization likes to create destruction and is also keen on the madness generated in the process, but these were all done by the Alphabet branch led by Jiu Ye before the revival of Shang. Now, the Shang named behind the scenes has appeared and changed everything.

The delicate balance between the flower shop and the alphabet organization is still maintained, but it is unknown how long it can last.

Watching several executives sitting in the office go out for lunch, An Ran turned on the car navigation.

He planned to go to the clothing store in person and make some preparations in advance.

According to the original plan, the Operations Department would send two teams to investigate tomorrow morning. This kind of small matter did not need to go through their own hands.

But he understood that An Xiao must be among the pre-selected candidates, and because of this consideration, An Ran had the idea of ​​"investigating" in advance.

To be honest, he was also quite curious about the exotic clothing store.

……

The car slowly drove into the parking space, turned off the engine, and An Ran got out of the car, his eyes sweeping over the surging crowd of people.

The clothing store is located next to the intersection. After one intersection is Huacheng South District No. 1 Middle School. Even though today is Sunday, students can still be seen because of the make-up classes. The gentle sunlight and breeze are together, but it is not that hot.

In fact, An Ran didn't see the so-called clothing store at first glance. This store had no iconic signboard. It was located next to a large supermarket and had only two closed doors with tightly drawn curtains inside. People passing by didn't deliberately take a look at it. It was very hidden.

When someone came out from inside and the curtain opened a little, he could see the layout inside clearly in an instant.

"Alien species..."

He muttered softly, smelling the alien scent and staying calm amid the screaming of the phagocytes in his body.

He pushed open the door and gently pushed aside the curtain, revealing a few faint fluorescent lights from the shady side.

Everywhere you look, you see strange clothes. The clothes almost fill up the entire store, leaving only a narrow space for aisles.

Looking up, I saw countless clothes hanging above me. They were red, black, and purple, and the colors were mostly dark.

This is not normal style of clothing, and no normal person would buy it. There are dozens of masks of different sizes hanging on the wall, making it look like a weird house.

An Ran reached out his hand and stroked it gently, listening to the movements around him, and walked over.

"Are you interested?" a voice came.

He raised his head slightly, and through the gaps between the swaying clothes, he saw the stairs against the wall at the deepest part of the store.

The man in the white suit walked down lightly, with his head lowered and a kind smile on his face.

The man was not young, but he was full of non-mainstream style. There were stitches on the corners of his mouth and purple paint on the edges of his eyes. Even wearing a suit, he could not hide the tattoos on his arms.

He did not walk up to An Ran, but turned his back to An Ran, fiddling with a slightly wrinkled windbreaker.

The sound is full of magnetism:

"It's really strange. A stranger came here. Are you here to buy clothes? If so, tell me your specific requirements. Customization takes three days. Leave your contact information and I will notify you when the time comes."

The man spoke the details fluently and quickly, then clapped his hands after adjusting the windbreaker in front of him.

An Ran still had no expression on his face. He turned around and began to pick out a few pieces of clothing that interested him.

Noticing the movement of the guest behind him, the man quickly turned around and spoke to stop them:

"Every piece of clothing you see here is not for sale."

"Not for sale?" An Ran looked at a black shirt that looked like a florist's uniform. "You only make custom orders?"

“Yes, these are all exhibits.”

The boss saw An Ran's face clearly, his pupils contracted, and he was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled:

"My business here is actually very bleak. There are almost no new customers, and strangers like you are even rarer. So in my free time, I will make some... mysterious clothes as decorations for viewing." -

"It's not too mysterious, but it's enough to not betray my identity when necessary." An Ran looked at the boss and responded with a smile, "Isn't this the original intention of these clothes?"

The boss pondered for a long time, looking up and down.

Facing the man's nervous gaze, An Ran's behavior was like a sharp blade ready to be swung at any time, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Why should we hesitate? These clothes used for role-playing are too weird. No one wants others to know their identity, right? It's too socially dead." An Ran took a step back and deliberately changed the subject.

"Role playing." The boss was slightly startled, then reacted and smiled with relief:

"Yes, role-playing is very popular now, and large-scale otaku culture activities are held everywhere. Are you here to buy clothes? Unfortunately, I don't have those kind of role-playing clothes here. Everything here is original, but it's not very popular."

"Of course." An Ran was not interested in this topic, nor did she know much about it. "Because you are not acting. No one knows which character you are dressed as."

Seeing that the topic had matured, he pretended to look around, looking for someone.

"Do you have a person named Xiao Lao here?"

"I am."

"A friend introduced me to this." This is a phrase that can be used in any situation. An Ran lost his smile and said quickly:

"I need a custom-made dress and a mask."

"You look like an executive." The boss saw An Ran's true identity, but did not point it out directly.

He asked calmly, his eyes deliberately looking at the Devouring Weapon on An Ran's wrist:)

"Is the executive also playing dirty roles now? I guess he doesn't have time."

"I'm not interested in this, but I'd love for someone to wear it for me to see." An Ran suggested.

The boss smiled appropriately and said, "I understand." He rubbed his hands and said, "Eight."

"If that's the case, women's clothing is the best choice.")

"How long will it take before you can come out?"

The boss immediately retracted his smile:

"It depends on the specific requirements of the decision-making process. If it is too complicated, it may take longer."

"The fastest?"

"The fastest time would be three days, because I'm the only one here and I don't have any help."

Chapter 238: Codename Q's Crusade (VIII)

An Ran deliberately showed a hesitant expression, giving people the illusion of grasping time, and then nodded.

"What if it's a mask?"

"Almost." The boss spread his hands and subconsciously glanced at a passerby when he passed by the door.

An Ran actually didn't intend to spend money buying things here, he just wanted to find a legitimate reason to stay so that he could observe the environment of the clothing store and some information about its strength.

The Devouring Sorrow in the boss's body does not give him a strong feeling, and the number of phagocytes produced is not large, and they have no vitality, which means that he has lacked fighting for a long time, causing the phagocytes to become somewhat decadent.

The preliminary estimate is that the highest level is around A.

When An Ran was about to leave, he suddenly thought of his other identity and the impact of his real body's actions. The Operations Department must have doubted Naya's life or death by now. No matter how careful he was, he would always be exposed.

Using a mask for disguise when necessary is also a good choice.

If he entrusts family channels and uses those clubs to customize masks for himself, the process will definitely be high-profile and difficult to keep secret.

This exotic clothing store makes up for the shortcoming of "confidentiality" very well.

This is not the only way, but An Ran thinks that since they are already here, there is no need to waste any more time.

He slowly stated the custom requirements for the mask:

"Masks are essentially for camouflage, not for viewing, so there is no need to be fancy. I require a simple, silver, butterfly pattern."

"Butterfly pattern?" The boss pretended to be stunned for a moment, then looked him up and down in a serious manner and named him appropriately.

"You look familiar to me. You must be Mr. An Ran, the chief of the Countermeasures Bureau and the An family?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm just a customer here." An Ran noticed the man's nervousness and smiled.

"Customers are also divided into different levels, which also depends on whether the service is thoughtful or not."

"I don't want anyone to know that I came here and customized a mask." An Ran's smile was intriguing.

The shop owner was silent for a long time. He noticed something and heard the deliberate reminder in An Ran's words.

"Of course." He still answered.

"You won't leave Flower City until you give me the mask, right?"

"Maybe."

"I just hope that you'll still be here when I come next time." An Ran looked at his watch and walked aside.

“Do you need a deposit in advance?”

"No thanks." The manager smiled, but his right arm was shaking. He tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

"It's better to pay the deposit in advance. That way, you have a reason to stay here and wait until the next time we meet, right?"

An Ran patted Xiao Lao's shoulder twice, took a step back, and took out a black card from his windbreaker.

There is a silver butterfly pattern on the black card, which is a pair of huddled butterflies, one big and one small.

Xiao Lao reluctantly swiped the card, looked at An Ran's back as she left, took a deep breath, and took out his phone:

"Hey, it's me. I have to get out of here. Come quickly."

……

An Ran was driving fast on the wide road. Because of the weekend, there were obviously fewer vehicles on the road. In this fast-paced era, people who get a rest are more willing to stay in bed instead of going out to play.

He closed his eyes slightly to relieve the fatigue caused by the boiling of phagocytes.

After looking at both sides of the road, we turned around and drove into the park.

The Bentley stopped in front of the bench, and An Ran, who was about to go home, spotted a familiar person.

Gu Zhilan sat motionless on the bench, looking at An Ran and watching him slowly approach.

She pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back.

"There are not many people here." An Ran spoke first, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

"What are you doing here?" Gu Zhilan said coldly.

"I happened to see you on the road, so I was a little curious." An Ran sat next to her.

"You are injured. I don't need to see to know that the phagocytes in your body are defective and they are struggling."

"Even if you haven't turned into Naya, do you still have this extraordinary ability?" Gu Zhilan looked at him in surprise.

An Ran moved his fingers slightly, flicking away the cigarette ash:

"Well, I don't have to become like that to have abilities. You should know that."

Gu Zhilan couldn't help but speak:

“It’s scary to think about it.”

"Tell me how you got injured." An Ran asked this question.

"Actually, there's no need to tell you. I've been hurt more than once or twice."

"But I'm curious. You should have fought before. Your strength is only A-level, so the risk of being killed is great."

"You know what happened last night."

"Last night?" An Ran recalled, "The alien corpse in the Osaka warehouse, it turns out that it was related to you."

"Ah."

"That alien species is the 'Silent Thorn', which was supposed to be an alien species from Seaweed City. It is classified as S-level and has been the target of investigation by Fei Ge Team 2. It is considered to be a relatively difficult species to deal with." An Ran looked into her eyes.

"But he's dead. You killed him. You must have been close to your limit. Is it really okay?"