Alien Executioner

"Director, this is a report from the head of the scientific research department." One of the clerks handed over a file book.

An Ran took it, flipped through it, and glanced at it: "Why is it in paper form? Why didn't he send an email?"

The man didn't answer, he couldn't speak.

"I have said this many times before. If the other party hands you a paper file like this, there is no need to accept it. Let him email it to me himself, and it must be in the FACA system library." An Ran put the file on the table and lit a cigarette.

"Do you know what kind of meeting the Operations Department is having?"

"It's about the handling of the last incident in Honghu City." Another female clerk handed over a report.

She was the previous chief secretary, and after being dismissed by An Xin, she became the last one.

"This is a report from the Operations Department. I need your signature."

An Ran took a quick glance and roughly understood the contents of the report. The top management of FACA needed to make a positive response to the fight between two super aliens in Honghu City to appease the public. Even the Administrative Palace was paying close attention to it, including a petition from the Honghu City Council, hoping that as the executive officer and the highest director of the Hall, he could go there in person and completely quell the final chaos.

"Just tell Honghu City that Section Chief Zhou has the ability to personally resolve all uncertainties."

"Then how should we respond to the public?" the woman asked. "The two super aliens in Honghu City openly appeared in front of the crowd and caused destruction. That scene was reprinted by major live broadcasts and news media. During this period, the executives did not stop them to maintain social security. People from all walks of life expressed dissatisfaction."

"As usual, let Li Fei speak at the press conference. She has always been able to reassure the people behind the camera."

"But many people hope that the person who will appear on TV to express their views is you, the top director." The man answered carefully, "Compared to other senior executives of FACA, they are more willing to trust Director An. Director, you are the first choice to appease the public's emotions."

"Just say that Qi Liuyi, the eighth commander of the Shengwuyi Banner, is ill." An Ran declined. He hated this kind of trouble.

"Get ill?"

"I had a very severe case of pneumonia, which is highly contagious. I was half dead."

“But Director…” the woman questioned, “Such words will undoubtedly undermine the public’s confidence and expectations of FACA.”

"Then let Director An." An Ran said to her sister calmly, "Or let Consultant Zhu."

"Advisor Zhu is still in the Administrative Palace. He is expected to return to the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters in a week. During this time..."

“Let Advisor Zhu give a news speech at the Administrative Palace, or let another high-ranking politician from the Administrative Palace say that it means to settle down.”

"But……"

“I hate saying it a second time.”

"understood."

The civil servants nodded and left, and An Ran was the only one left in the office. He took the last puff of his cigarette and dialed the communication message of the Research Department.

"Let Minister Wang come to me. There is no reason. He will understand it himself."

"Sorry, Director, Minister Wang is sick with pneumonia, which is highly contagious." The person on the other end of the phone gave the same answer.

"Then notify the members of the Internal Affairs Department who are in the Research Department and ask them to bring Wang Feng up to me."

After saying that, he thought for a moment and added into the microphone:

"Oh, by the way, remember to have those people from the Internal Affairs Department wear masks and disinfect Minister Wang's entire body."

Chapter 429: Shadow of the Worm (IX)

An hour later, there was a chaotic and noisy commotion outside the door. An Ran opened his eyes and looked towards the door of the office.

Several burly men wearing protective clothing and masks rushed in, carrying Minister Wang, who was tied up like a dumpling. Minister Wang was like a fat white worm, wriggling and struggling in the dark, shouting in protest:

"You can't do this to me! You are violating my right to personal freedom! I want to protest! I want to protest!"

These burly men were members of the Internal Affairs Department of the Intelligence Division. They threw Minister Wang onto the sofa in the waiting area of ​​the office, ignored the protests, smiled cordially at An Ran, and then left.

At the signal from the top director, some members of the Intelligence Department who were there to join in the fun hurried away.

"Tsk, isn't this Minister Wang? I almost didn't recognize you."

An Ran put on white gloves and walked up to the man. He picked up the ligaments on his body with his fingers and couldn't help but admire:

"When did you change careers?"

Wang Feng rolled and struggled, rolled down from the sofa, rolled all the way to the foot of the table, and had an intimate hug with his head.

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, Minister Wang. I heard that you have a serious infectious disease, so I have to isolate you in this way." An Ran looked at Wang Feng's heavy white protective suit and said lightly:

"But please behave yourself. No loud noise is allowed in my office."

"I'm going to the parliament hall to complain about you! I have many friends who are members of parliament!" Wang Feng twisted towards An Ran and then rolled under the sofa.

An Ran half-knelt and looked down to check the situation under the sofa, only to see Wang Feng with his eyes wide open and his face kissing the bottom of the sofa.

"I'm glad that you agree with the environmental hygiene of my office, Minister Wang. My sweeping robot is very efficient, but... please don't be so enthusiastic. After all, even after disinfection, bacteria cannot be completely killed."

Wang Feng twisted his body and made an unclear sound, "I'm stuck..."

An Ran held his forehead with his hand, lifted up the sofa, hooked the ligament rope with his front toes, and hooked Wang Feng out.

"You've had enough of this, Minister Wang." An Ran said in a bad tone.

"I'm going to the Administrative Palace to report you! The Chief Director openly violated the personal freedom of others!" Wang Feng kept talking.

"Yes, but I'm an executive officer, and you're an alien." An Ran smiled, "I believe those politicians in the Administrative Palace would love to see a good show."

"But you..." Wang Feng was about to speak, but he quickly looked up and looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he continued:

"You are Naya, I believe you would not want many people to know this secret!"

"Do you think they believe you or me?" An Ran took out a knife from the drawer and cut the rope on Wang Feng.

"Minister Wang, your behavior surprises me more and more. You always forget the priorities. Whether you live or die depends on my words."

"I was sleeping when some burly men suddenly came in, pinned me down, and tied me up! They also put me in the quarantine area for disinfection! It caused great trauma to my young mind!" Wang Feng still protested, "I don't care! I need to take sick leave! For one month! Oh no, two months!"

"If you don't approve, you won't have any vacation in the future." An Ran stepped on Wang Feng's chest with a cold look.

"Don't move, or I can't guarantee that I won't cut myself anywhere else."

"Director, you smell so good." Wang Feng suddenly revealed a naughty and obscene expression, "I heard that your sister also knows about it."

An Ran slapped him in the face, knocking the man dizzy.

"You! You!" Wang Feng looked like he was about to cry. "I want to go to the Administrative Palace!"

"That's not necessary. Most of the people in the Third District Administrative Palace are from our An family." An Ran told him the secret coldly, "Even in the Supreme Council of the World Federation, the Third District has the final say. Minister Wang, I advise you to be more sensible."

"I won't obey!"

"I finally understand why Mr. V wants to kill you so much. Not only him, but I have the same idea." An Ran cut the last rope, threw the knife accurately into the drawer, and untied the man.

Wang Feng managed to break free, took off his fat protective suit, and rushed out of the office.

An Ran ignored him, walked to the bookshelf, opened a compartment, picked out a bottle of light fruit wine, turned to the desk, lowered his eyes, and poured the wine into the glass.

A few seconds later, Wang Feng stepped back and had several guns pointed at his head.

"Hey, don't be like that."

He looked at the people opposite him with a pale face. The clerks in the Supreme Director's Office were all good at both literature and martial arts, and their level of gun handling was no less than that of top agents. In most cases, these clerks mainly helped the director deal with things in the office and shared official duties for him, but once there was a need, they would be the top executives.

An Ran didn't raise his head, but waved his hand. At his signal, the clerks put away their guns and left the room.

He closed the door at the same time.

Wang Feng turned around awkwardly. An Ran poured him two glasses of wine and motioned for him to sit down.

"I just wanted to go to the bathroom." Wang Feng shook his head, took the wine glass and sat on the sofa.

He did not choose to sit opposite the desk, but chose the sofa because it was farther away from the man.

"I'm glad you didn't tell the truth. Do you still want to go to the bathroom now?" An Ran asked.

"I don't feel anything again." Wang Feng touched the top of his head.

"I won't ask why you didn't come here on your own initiative. I can assume that I forgot to tell you last night. But you have to know that I don't have much patience. I hate troublesome things. How to solve troublesome things is always a topic that we senior executives care about."

He then added:

"Of course, the same is true for those politicians. Quick, simple and fashionable are always the most popular methods of solving problems. No one likes controversial, complicated and time-consuming problems, including me."

"Does FACA treat alien species in the same way?" Wang Feng was stunned.

"Well, I'm sure... at least it's not like that in Huacheng." An Ran took a sip of wine.

"Wow, you are worthy of being the director." Wang Feng praised, "You are so young, but you have a freak mind. With you around, the order and maintenance of this society will not be a problem, at least for the next ten years."

An Ran knocked on the table with a cold look:

"What about that report? Minister Wang, there's no need to waste your time. You know why I'm looking for you."

“Didn’t I write a handwritten copy for you?” Wang Feng shrugged. “I haven’t written for a long time, so the handwriting may be a little ugly, but it’s barely acceptable.”)

An Ran raised the report and threw it at Wang Feng.

"Tsk, Minister Wang, you didn't like playing dumb so much before. Most of this report is nonsense, and four pages are splashed with ink. Are you practicing ink painting? Oh, and you wrote a bunch of insignificant names in two thousand words." Qi

"Those are the names of the Storm members." Wang Feng reminded.

"Are these the names I need?" An Ran's eyes gradually turned red, and his patience was exhausted.

Chapter 430: Shadow of the Worm (Ten)

Wang Feng did not expect the man in front of him to show such a terrifying look. In the past, he often dealt with the top director and could clearly feel the changes in this man's personality.

"There's no need to bother you, Director An. I'll tell you everything." Wang Feng crossed his legs and rubbed his fingers.

"In that case, why challenge my patience? I always thought you were a smart person."

An Ran retracted his bloodshot eyes, threw a cigarette over, and saw Wang Feng's attitude. The man in front of him showed multiple personalities of a psychopath, a normal person, and a politician in a short period of time. The Research Department has always been a gathering place for lunatics. It is said that in the past, the chief researcher, Minister Weihausen, was also quite psychopathic. n

"I have to keep some cards in my hand, otherwise I will be worthless if I tell you everything." Wang Feng lit a cigarette, beaming with joy. "Don't you agree? For a monster like you, eating up other people's value is nothing new. I have to be prepared when I get along with you."

"I'm not a monster, I'm An Ran, the top director of the FACA Countermeasures Bureau headquarters." An Ran reminded the key points.

"Is this important? Director An, you are just deceiving yourself by denying it like this." Wang Feng sneered, "You don't have any other monitoring equipment here, right?" Lu

"No."

"Really?"

"There were some before, and more than one. Thanks to my dear sister, the rest have all been dismantled." An Ran silently put the lighter back into his pocket. In fact, this lighter has a function similar to a recorder.

"That's great. I hate writing reports and I don't like typing. Instead of converting language into text, I might as well talk to you face to face. I tell you, it's all because of that Dr. Cat, Mr. V." Wang Feng talked about this and that, and before An Ran could ask, he started talking nonsense.

"When does it begin?"

"Eight years ago, I was just a small member of the Research Department, and Dr. Cat was already Weihausen's right-hand man. I was in another group at the time." It was hard to imagine that the head of the Research Department was actually an alien. In short, he was too gentle and had nothing to do with an alien.

"In fact, he took the initiative to find me because of my sister. Director An, you may know something about her."

An Ran nodded. As the chief director, she knew the background of almost all the senior staff.

Among them is Wang Feng. Except that Wang Feng is an alien, most of the information is accurate.

Nine years ago, Wang Feng's sister Wang Ya had just graduated from the liberal arts class of Shanshu City Executive Reserve Academy when she mysteriously disappeared and died. When she was found again, she was found dead in a trash can. Based on various clues, the murderer was finally found. The murderer was an alien with a threat level lower than A.

"Actually, my sister committed suicide. It has nothing to do with other people." Wang Feng's eyes flashed with a sharpness as he told the truth about his sister's death.

"As you can imagine, my sister is also an alien, but I can swear that she is a girl who has never experienced the life of an alien. The reason why I took the risk to join the Countermeasures Bureau was to give her a better life."

He paused:

"So I'll put on some armor for my sister first, so you won't be disgusted by the fact that my sister is also a different species. Before I tell you these things, I feel it's necessary to get your sympathy first, Director An."

An Ran frowned. It was the first time she had heard such a story. In a sense, Wang Feng was an abstract genius.

When I think about the fact that twenty years ago was the era when the Internet was everywhere and abstract, and Wang Feng was already in his thirties, everything seems much more reasonable.

He nodded and glanced down at his watch, indicating that time was running out.

"She went crazy nine years ago." Wang Feng spoke word by word. "It was that stinky octopus. When my sister went crazy, she kept saying that she dreamed of an octopus. At first I had no idea what was going on, but I was very worried. The psychiatrist claimed that it was just delusional, so I used my authority to look for relevant information in the research department."

He fell into memories, his eyes gradually becoming solemn.

"But it happened too quickly. My brother, who was also in Cedar City, told me that my sister had died."

"Wait, you have a younger brother?" An Ran was surprised.

"Yeah, to be precise, I have two brothers, one is Wang Qi, and the other is Wang Chen. You should know one of them." Wang Feng took a puff of cigarette and coughed. "Cough, cough, cough, turn on the exhaust."

"Is the Wang Qi you are talking about the same Wang Qi?" An Ran frowned and turned on the exhaust fan in the office.

"It's the Warhorse, the strongest super alien species in the past." Wang Feng was proud, "Didn't expect it?"