Alien Executioner

"You are such an annoying guy."

"Director An told me the same thing. Look, we've found the location of those guys." Stark pointed at the screen. "See that big red dot? That's the approximate location of Star King. It's time for you to go out."

"Don't order me around in that tone." Si Luan walked to the door and waved his hand.

"How dare I?" Stark's eyes flashed darkly and he stared at his back.

He uttered a rather vague sound:

"I think you will be an excellent container. It will definitely like you."

Chapter 366: Egg of Rebirth (VI)

Before the FACA official vehicle entered the shopping mall building, yellow lines were drawn nearby to isolate the crowd, and there were large areas of blood and bodies on the ground waiting to be cleaned up.

Several executive officers sat on the steps smoking, not appreciating the outcome of the battle, their eyes wandering, their hands tightly holding Devouring Weapons. The golden sunset spread over them, but they could not feel any warmth.

The executive officers did not take off their blood-stained gloves, having already adapted to being soaked in sweat and blood all day long.

Hearing the sound of brakes, they all looked up, and their vigilant eyes quickly relaxed, but no one stood up, and no one cared who got out of the car.

The driver who acted as the adjutant pushed open the car door and stood up straight. His stern expression made people tremble uncontrollably.

Si Luan got out of the car and quickly scanned the bloody battlefield. There were more than a dozen alien corpses on the ground that had not yet been dragged away, and each of their faces was hideous.

In some corpses, only scattered organs were left, soaked in sticky black liquid. There was no doubt that this was the result of engulfment.

Several reporters were whispering outside the yellow line. When they saw Si Luan, their eyes lit up and they rushed over, but were blocked by several executives.

Si Luan walked towards the corpse silently, and no one stopped him. He put on gloves, touched the corpse, stared at the dirt on his fingers, and then stood up.

"Teacher!" A surprised and excited voice came from behind.

Si Luan turned around and saw a man walking out from among the executives sitting on the steps. He was a young boy who was still a little immature. The blood stains on half of his face could not hide his happiness.

"Who are you?" Si Luan was a little confused.

"Teacher, I am your student. You taught me two classes at Atlanta College last year." The young man ran in front of him and pointed at himself. "Do you remember me?"

"I'm sorry, I've taught so many students that I can't remember them all." Si Luan smiled and replied, as if he had thought of something, and quickly added:

"Oh, I seem to have some impression of you. You seem..."

As he spoke, he touched his head awkwardly.

"It's okay, Teacher Si Luan." The boy smiled shyly. He looked only 18 years old and thin, but he was an executive who had experienced blood.

"I just didn't expect you to come here. This is really a surprise to me. Are you... the support for this time?"

"Yes." Si Luan nodded, looking around, "Who is the leader here? I want to know something."

"Please come over here, teacher."

The young executive officer took Si Luan aside, and when the adjutant tried to follow, he was stopped by Si Luan. The two of them stood in front of the fountain in the square, with no one else around.

The young man stared at the shower head, which looked like a silver lion and continuously gushed out bright red water, dyeing the entire pool red.

"I'm the boss." The young man turned to the teacher proudly, "I'm the leader of this group. If you have any questions, just ask me."

Si Luan was slightly startled, not because he didn't believe what the young man said, but because he was too young. His immature appearance made him look incapable of leadership. Perhaps this was a genius, but also a teenager. His eyes were completely different from those of the other executives. There was no tiredness or indifference, but instead a kind of passionate expectation. He couldn't help but recall the protagonist in the comic story. He was like that protagonist.

"You've only been an executive officer for a short time, haven't you?"

"It's been a year." The boy was very excited when talking about this topic, as if he had been looking forward to this scene.

"I have now become an excellent executive and have lived up to your expectations, teacher."

Are you looking forward to it... It seems that I had a story with this young man in the past.

Si Luan couldn't remember clearly because he had encouraged so many people.

"I always thought that I would never have the chance to see you again, teacher." The young man smiled. He was very thin and not tall. He had to raise his head when facing Si Luan, who was as muscular as a man.

"I'm so happy to meet you this time." The boy was still in a state of excitement and found it difficult to get to the real topic.

"You're better than I thought." Si Luan looked at the pool of blood, in which a corpse could be vaguely seen. "How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen." The boy's answer was too unexpected.

"Seventeen?"

"I won the Atlanta College fraternity tournament last year, so I was eligible to graduate early." The boy explained proudly, "I was only a freshman at the time."

"It's amazing that he became a quasi-executive officer at the age of sixteen." Si Luan exclaimed.

"Without your help, teacher, I would not have been able to do this."

"I don't remember helping you in any way. This was all on your own."

The boy actually touched his hair shyly. There was a light in his dark eyes that wasn't supposed to be in an executive officer's eyes; it was a yearning for something.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back." Si Luan glanced at his watch, "Do you know what's going on at the moment?"

"Didn't the director tell you when you came, teacher?"

"The person who received me was Section Chief Stark, but I don't think he is reliable."

"Unreliable..." The boy paused for a few seconds, "In fact, Chief Stark is the most reliable person among us."

"Is he still reliable?" Si Luan widened his eyes, still brooding over that strange man.

"Yes, he used to be the adjutant of Director An Ran." The young man was full of envy, "He is a master. My biggest dream is to become the adjutant of that devil."

"There is no chance now." Si Luan finally chose not to hide it, "Because Director An Ran no longer needs an adjutant."

"Is that so?" The young man was not disappointed. He thought of something and said, "Then I can be your adjutant, teacher, as long as you don't mind!"

"Ah, this..." Si Luan scratched his head. This young man was too enthusiastic. As a man with a family and children, he didn't know how to answer.

"Teacher, please rest assured. I will never let you down!"

"Kid, I already have an adjutant." Si Luan pointed to the executive who was looking at his phone in the distance, "See? He's my adjutant."

"Him?" The young man looked over, his eyes showing no emotion, as if he was thinking about something.

"It doesn't matter. I can be your adjutant in the future. I will keep working hard for it."

"Thank you very much for your idea." Si Luan gave an appropriate smile, but at the same time he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that such children are really rare.

"Teacher, I will now tell you in detail the current situation in Honghu City, including the super aliens that are still on the wanted list."

The boy's enthusiastic smile finally turned serious. At that moment, he was no longer a boy, but a mature man who had experienced many hardships.

Chapter 367: Rebirth Egg (VII) I

The breeze caressed the girl, and the sun shone warmly on her. She sat in a reclining chair on the balcony, reading the newspaper lazily, feeling very comfortable.

The girl opened her eyes lazily, her eyes were hazy, and she seemed to be still asleep. She opened her eyes as wide as possible, trying to read the contents of the newspaper clearly.

"I can't see clearly..." Wu

A woman in a maid outfit walked to the balcony. She had a hot body and black stockings on her legs. She was not holding a plate in her hand, but a wash basin.

The woman first tested the temperature of the hot water in the basin, soaked a towel in it, and when the girl put down the newspaper and raised her head, she covered her face with the towel and rubbed it vigorously.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry for offending you.")

Sister Tang wiped the girl's face vigorously, not giving her a chance to breathe. Her face was hideous and sick.

"This is the eldest lady's special order. Let me take good care of you like a nanny in the future."

The girl named Anya was An Ran. She was awakened by the beating and felt dizzy.

"OK, it's clean."

Sister Tang put the towel back into the basin and soaked it, then tightened it and started the second round of wiping.)

The hand that she had just extended was stiff, and she stopped moving. The girl stared at her with indifferent eyes.

"Boss, it's not my fault. Your sister asked me to do this." Sister Tang laughed it off and decisively passed the buck.

"You're rubbing so hard, are you trying to murder me?"

"The eldest lady said to see if you are awake and wash your face. If you don't want to, we won't wash it."

"You're treating me like a child."

"How dare I?"

"Don't think you can bully me just because I have your sister's support. Also, what's wrong with your clothes?"

An Ran looked at Sister Tang in her maid outfit. She didn't expect that a woman with such a mature figure would have this hobby.

"I am now a lackey of our An family. Last night, the eldest lady told me to stay with you and be a loyal waiter and nanny. So I simply bought you a set of this dress. You know what, it doesn't look awkward when I wear it."

“It looks awkward to me.”

The girl stared at Anya for a while, then leaned back and held up the newspaper.

"Second Miss, you are holding the newspaper upside down."

An Ran was startled and squinted her eyes before she realized the problem and turned the newspaper over.

She then asked why she couldn't see the contents clearly. It turned out that the problem was with Sister Tang, as she didn't remind herself earlier.

"Bad." She said softly.

"Speaking of which, this outfit is quite expensive. It cost me several thousand dollars." Sister Tang lowered her head and fiddled with the maid outfit.

"Second Miss, please reimburse me."

"You wanted to buy it yourself, why should I reimburse you?"

"Boss, you can't say that. I am loyal and every dollar I spend is to serve the An family." Sister Tang squatted pitifully beside the chair, poking her arm gently with her fingers.

"Can you bear to see me penniless and die in poverty in my next life?"

"Then go find my sister."

"The young lady is still sleeping. You tortured her terribly last night. Let me tell you, it was really..."

Sister Tang was very excited to recount what happened last night, but when she saw An Ran's gloomy face, she immediately shut up and looked into the distance with a vague look in her eyes. "Look at that tree, it's really a tree..."

The scrutinizing gaze did not fade away. She lowered her head again with a guilty conscience. Her scalp was numb. She raised her head quickly to explain:

"I didn't spy on you last night. I wasn't even at your house. I didn't have the opportunity."

An Ran knew Sister Tang's character. What she said might not be true, but it was just too exaggerated.

Compared with Ling, the housekeeper beside her sister, their personalities are completely different.

An Ran has always used Sister Tang as an errand boy. Since her sister asked her to give such an order last night, she doesn't mind having an annoying woman around her.

She actually didn't remember what happened last night.

"Come to think of it, I've always had a question in my mind." Sister Tang looked curious.

An Ran covered her face with the newspaper and said, "Speak."

"I remember that you, Miss, are not afraid of alcohol and should not get drunk. But how come you and your sister went into the bar last night and came out drunk and unconscious?"

Sister Tang always asks damn questions at inappropriate times, and the key is that she can't answer these damn questions.

An Ran took the newspaper off her face, moved closer to Sister Tang, and stared at her coldly. It took her a while before she could say anything.

She sighed and lay back down.

"I, I did it on purpose."

"Then you are really romantic, both romantic and silly. You can even pretend to be drunk and scream happily." Sister Tang shrugged.

Doctor ② Ling San Ni Lin (VII) Master Scar "How happy are you?"

"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor, although I don't know what it's metaphorically saying." Sister Tang realized that she had let the cat out of the bag and laughed, "Your sister hasn't woken up yet, don't you want to do something?"

An Ran looked suspicious, not understanding why she cared more about it than he did.

"Then I won't disturb your nap. I'll change my clothes first. This maid outfit makes my chest feel stuffy." Sister Tang touched her chest, looking distressed, "I really don't understand what's so good about wearing it."

"Well, Second Miss, can't you consider the reimbursement issue? It will be difficult for me to handle it without a salary increase."

"Would you like a tentacle feast?"

"Forget it, I don't like tentacles. Also, boss, that newspaper you have is from last year." Sister Tang stepped back tactfully and pointed out a reminder.

"Of course I know." An Ran then noticed the date, but did not admit it.

"That's good to know." Sister Tang raised her eyebrows, "I thought your girlish heart had eaten up our dear Director An."