Alien Executioner

"You will regret it! When I have the strength, I will tear you into pieces!" A man's roar came from the toilet.

She should have knocked the man's mouth off so that he couldn't speak. The guy was locked in the toilet, raging helplessly, but soon he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Gu Zhilan calmed down and waited for her companions to arrive. Only after she watched the man being taken away by her companions in the flower shop could she go to An Xiao.

The waiting process was extremely painful. She sat on a chair and chatted with An Xiao, who seemed very patient and did not ask the reason.

The other party even sent a photo, which surprised Gu Zhilan.

The background of the photo is a box, with a pair of sisters sitting close together. An Xiao is happily posing, while the girl next to her is quite reluctant.

That was Naiya, also known as An Ran. Gu Zhilan didn't know what happened and didn't understand why they got together.

After chatting for a few sentences, An Xiao did not send any more messages. Gu Zhilan was too bored to wait, so she looked at the closet.

The wardrobe was narrow, but nearly two meters high, which made it convenient for the girls to hang their dresses. She tried to open the wardrobes to find more useful clues, but they were all locked tightly.

She expressionlessly gathered phagocytes in her palms, turning them into sharp claws again, and easily broke the padlock. This was not the first time she had done this.

"This is..."

Gu Zhi looked confused. The closet was empty except for a long, blue medicine tube. The blue tube was very similar to the No. 4 serum, but the color was obviously different. She bent down and picked up the tube. There was a blank label on it without any annotations.

For some reason, when she saw this strange medicine tube, she felt an indescribable familiarity and was inexplicably attracted to it. Gu Zhilan held it tightly in her hand, but she didn't know why, the feeling was extremely familiar.

Just then, she heard the sound of a door opening behind her. She turned around suddenly and saw the man standing up and swinging a stick at her.

The severe pain made it impossible to think for a while. Gu Zhilan covered her head and sat in front of the closet. The man had been pretending to be strong. The phagocytic cells in his body were not exhausted at all. He held the iron pipe removed from the toilet, which was stained with blood.

The blood flowed down her eyes, completely blurring one of Gu Zhilan's eyes. Only then did she realize that she had been careless.

The man picked up the Swallowed Weapon pistol on the ground, approached her with a wicked grin, and had a lewd look on his face, wanting to repeat what had just happened to him.

A knife shadow flashed through it.

Gu Zhilan covered her head with her hands. The man in front of her split into two and fell to the ground without a sound.

Turning his head to look at the door, a cold and beautiful girl walked into the room with a sickle in hand, and her light red eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

"You're in a mess."

Naya just glanced at her and kicked the Devouring Warrior in front of her.

"pick it up."

"You..." Gu Zhilan wanted to say thank you.

"Pick it up," the girl repeated.

Gu Zhilan picked up the Swallowed Wu and stood up, but all she got was an even colder gaze.

"You disappoint me. You should have just killed him. Isn't it your usual practice to complicate simple things?" Anya turned around and put away the sickle without looking back:

"I heard everything up there. I know he has no power to hurt you, but you were driven crazy because of a mistake. My sister wants you to come over and have dinner with us, and I don't want her to be frustrated because of you. Go to the bathroom and tidy up, then come over."

Gu Zhilan said nothing and watched the girl walk out.

She held the medicine tube tightly in her hand. It was because of this blue liquid that she lost consciousness just now.

Chapter 438: Shadow of the Worm (XVIII)

Late at night, FACA headquarters.

Artificial intelligence zero neuron control center room.

The patrolling executive officer closed the door of the hall, whistled and left. In the dead silence, a faint blue fluorescence flickered in the darkness.

The pocket watch hanging on the upper frame of the big screen slowly opened like a shell, and a spring doll jumped out. It was not a bird, but a toy girl with strange eyes and a spring inserted in her belly, which made laughing sounds.

Its eyes stared at the corner with a squint. The huge screen suddenly lit up dimly, illuminating the figure in the corner for a moment, and then quickly dimmed. Only many flickering spots were left in the darkness. Countless monitors flashed fluorescent light at a high frequency, and the whole hall fell into an eerie atmosphere.

A face was lurking in the shadow in the corner. It was a woman's face. She raised her head and looked at the little toy girl that jumped out of the pocket watch, and then disappeared.

All the screens lit up with a dazzling white light, which lasted for only a few seconds before they went completely dark.

On the other side of the hall of the central room, behind a display screen, a man curled up.

He didn't know what happened here. In an instant, this place became extremely strange. Fortunately, the chaotic screen finally returned to normal. He poked his head out and scanned the dark hall. In order to avoid a recurrence of what just happened, he took out his cell phone.

With a swipe of his finger, he entered Zero's system library and used gray authority to completely shut down the operation of the entire FACA headquarters.

The man walked out from behind the display screen silently, crouching like a mouse foraging for food and hiding from a house cat. When the gray authority is used, the FACA executives will soon notice that he only has half an hour at most to complete the lurking mission.

At the entrance of the corridor on another floor of the central hall, the man met his contact, who was a bribed executive. It was with his help that the man was able to successfully enter this strict countermeasures bureau.

The man didn't dare to speak, and could only use body language to describe the horrible scene that had just happened in the dark. The whole hall was strangely flashing with lights, and a spring doll jumped out of the pocket watch in the middle of the decoration. However, the contact person couldn't understand what he was saying at all, and they all used the light from their mobile phones to illuminate their pale and cold faces.

The contact person glared at him fiercely and pointed in the direction of the ward, which was located on the upper floor.

The man nodded and thanked him, then went into the safe passage deep in the corridor. The entire passage was plunged into darkness due to the gray authority.

He had to grope around everywhere. To be honest, the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters was terribly large. It was only 30 floors, but it was much taller than any 100-story building. It was hard to see the top of the building. In this metal space, time seemed to be frozen forever. This was FACA, the lair of the executive officers and venomous snakes. Every step he took was suppressed by an invisible force, and the air seemed to condense.

The man was terrified. The FACA headquarters was the most secure place in the world. It had a complete electronic system, infrared rays everywhere, and hidden miniature cameras that were invisible to the naked eye. But even such a high-tech building with top defenses allowed him to sneak in.

This also illustrates the horror of gray permissions.

At first, the man didn't know what gray authority was. He had never even seen the FACA database. All of this was given to him by a mysterious woman. She inserted a silver USB flash drive into his computer, and then implanted it into his mobile phone through transmission, lending him this authority temporarily.

The man took a deep breath, not knowing where he was. He thought there would be a safe passage at the end of the corridor, but he didn't expect to encounter a layer of transparent glass.

He covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, walked along the glass, and touched a smooth electronic glass door. The man took out his phone and clicked on the "Pass" column in the gray permissions. The next second, all the doors on the entire floor opened silently.

The man was pleasantly surprised and surprised. Mastering this so-called gray authority was like gaining power in FACA. At this moment, he seemed to have become the highest director, able to enter and exit every place freely without any constraints.

But when he thought of the Supreme Director's cold and ruthless face, he shuddered.

He tiptoed inside the door, because without a map he had no idea where the logistics department was. The FACA headquarters was like a complicated maze, and the only elevator that could go directly to every floor was shared by the chief director and the general director and was completely blocked.

"It's so disgusting, this bureaucracy, direct elevator has become a privilege." The man couldn't help but mutter.

In fact, there are so many direct elevators in the FACA headquarters that there has never been a queue for the elevators. But the man didn't find one. Of course, he didn't want to admit it. When sneaking into this place, there is a high probability that there will be no good ending. He always needs to use some pride and confidence to calm his emotions.

It was like the top agents in the movies sneaking into the most secretive and coldest secret base, but the difference was that the man did not encounter too much trouble in the process, and with his gray authority, the process was smooth.

Suddenly he bumped into something in the dark. He looked up and stood up, feeling a gust of cold wind and subconsciously looking around.

It's strange, why is there wind in such a heavily guarded place... Even if air needs to be ventilated, there should be corresponding ventilation equipment.

Without thinking too much, he took out a small flashlight from his pocket. The flashlight was not very powerful and the faint light swept across the landmark, where a sign that read "Intelligence District Office" was clearly visible.

Damn it, the man felt something was wrong. Why did he come to the Intelligence Department? According to the woman's specific instructions, he should never come to the Intelligence Department. The Logistics Department was two floors below the Intelligence Department, which meant he came to the wrong floor.

The man felt sad for the time he had wasted. There were only fifteen minutes left. In this remaining time, he not only had to transport the target person in the ward out, but also had to find a way to destroy all traces left behind.

The premise is that your companions are also encountering the same setbacks as you.

The man had an accomplice, and both sides acted at the same time. Whoever found the target person first would send a signal, and the other side would find a way to evacuate. Together with the bribed contact person, there were actually three people involved in this operation.

How could three unknown people quietly take someone away from the huge FACA headquarters? This incident is undoubtedly a joke.

But gray authority can subvert all of this. In today's era, FACA executives are too dependent on artificial intelligence. The AI ​​named Zero has completely become the facial features of a venomous snake. It peeks at everything, and as a result, the executives' keenness has been degraded.

The man slowly backed away, and at that moment he received a signal from his accomplice on his cell phone.

This was a confirmation signal, but it was not known whether the logistics department or the ward had been found. In any case, it meant that there was no need for the man to stay any longer.

But he thought that the Office of the Supreme Director would have to go through the Intelligence Department, and a bold idea came to his mind.

There must be some very important secrets in the Supreme Director's Office. Why not take this opportunity to explore them?

Gray authority is rare, and once the operation is over, this right will be completely lost.

He walked quickly through the corridor, and the shadows of men flashed across the glass windows on both sides.

After the man walked away, the shadow did not dissipate. Instead, it began to distort and condensed into a red figure. A circle of blood-red light stared at his back.

That's the worm's gaze.

Chapter 439: Shadow of the Worm (XIX)

cold.

The man couldn't help trembling as he was carried into the office of the chief director. Moonlight poured in through the glass windows. With the help of the moonlight, he avoided stumbling along the way. His vision gradually became clear and he pushed open the office door.

FACA's Supreme Council Chamber. Looking at the sign in front of him, he knew that he had found the office of the Supreme Director. It was truly a position at the pinnacle of world power. Even the door was exceptional. The exquisite tempered glass was engraved with transparent patterns, and butterflies were dancing in the moonlight. What a beautiful painting.

The man pointed the flashlight at the pattern to make it clearer. The more he looked at it, the more interested he became. To his surprise, he discovered that the pattern held a secret.

It can't be said to be a hidden mystery, but it is too strange. The butterflies below are withering and falling, their bodies are already broken, while the dancing butterflies above seem to be devouring each other. This cruel way of artistic expression is too bizarre. The man couldn't understand it. He shook his head in self-mockery, thinking that he just didn't have the cells to judge art.

It was still gray authority. When I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a frost that felt like being in a cave.

The FACA headquarters is a closed and highly guarded organization, but why is it so cold? The man frowned. He had already noticed something was wrong when he entered this floor. Logically speaking, the Countermeasures Bureau should not be ventilated, so it shouldn't be so cold. Moreover, the air conditioner is kept running 24 hours a day. Could it be...

The world's federal government is poor? It doesn't even have money to run air conditioning?

Perhaps the corruption at FACA is so severe that many of its facilities are unable to operate?

That shouldn't be the case.

A lot of conjectures flooded into the man's mind. FACA was completely different from what he imagined, but this was not important. He immediately ran to the fan-shaped desk, which was as long as a conference table. No wonder it was not called the Supreme Director's Office, but the Supreme Council Room. The Supreme Director's Office was essentially a meeting place.

The man moved around the table and finally stopped in front of the computer. This computer had no case. All computers, including those in the Intelligence Department, were connected to the main server in the central hall. His hand groped for the secret cabinet and felt cold.

The man smiled confidently. As a nobody, he was going to accomplish something that would shock the world. He skillfully clicked on the grey permission, but what he discovered next stunned him. The password was not unlocked.

The password cabinet is still locked and is not affected by the gray permissions. At this moment, the so-called permissions are invalid.

This was accompanied by a strange exhalation sound.

"who!"

The man's hair stood on end. In the darkness, he could hear the sound of breathing rising and falling. A breeze kept blowing from the corner, as if a group of demons were dancing wildly. An invisible force weighed down on the man, like an eternal dream.

The invisible wind came like a wave, getting closer and closer. Under the refraction of the moonlight, it was a vague shadow.

The man's pupils shrank sharply and he yelled, "No! No!"

……

The wails of collapse echoed from the edge of the world. Lalo, who was lying on the ground, shuddered. He looked behind him in surprise. The darkness in the corridor seemed to bury an invisible monster. The voice was so familiar that it was difficult to put into words.

"Is it an illusion?" Lalo muttered.

At this moment, he was lying in the corridor of the Medical Department of the Logistics Department, moving slowly in the posture of a caterpillar, trying to get through the possible infrared rays on the wall. He didn't know whether there were infrared rays or mechanisms, but it was always better to be cautious.

The familiar wailing sound just now seemed to be that of his companion, but the FACA headquarters was so big, how could he hear his voice?

Lalo was trembling a little, feeling more and more that something was wrong here.

Although this place is called the FACA headquarters, the lair of venomous snakes, and a place where aliens should not set foot, it is actually a terrifying ice cave.

The tense and oppressive feeling came over him invisibly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

To be honest, Lalo would never be able to enter the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters in his lifetime. There are demons here, and countless elite executives are stationed here. Even the strongest alien warhorse would be slapped in the face if it came here. However, he was able to sneak into such a place that has nothing to do with him by coincidence.

It's not entirely a coincidence. Ever since he met that man's daughter and the talks broke down, Lalo wanted to find a job with other forces to protect him, so that he could live a peaceful life.

So he found an organization called "Horn". A few days later, the organization sent an outsourcing task to assist other forces. In order to show his value in staying, Lalo volunteered to accept the task and became a companion with a member of the docking organization.

At first, he didn't know the specific content of the mission. He only knew that this mission didn't require bloodshed, and not only could he make money, but he also had food guaranteed. For aliens, money is never a big deal. What's important is whether there is a chance to fill the Devouring Sorrow.

Then he was confused. The so-called bloodless mission was to steal people from the FACA headquarters. Such a mission could be said to have a 100% chance of death and 0% chance of survival. So he decisively changed his mind and refused, but it was too late and he had to get on the pirate ship.

The target of the mission to be stolen is unknown, but it is known that she is a girl lying in the ward of the logistics department.

Following the guidance of the only map, Lalo searched both sides of the corridor one by one, and was surprised to find that the machinery in all the wards was turned off, and no warning lights were on, which meant that the wards with lights were the targets he needed to find, so he didn't need to waste too much time. ③

He kept squirming until he came to a ward and stood up next to the door. After nearly ten minutes of repeating the same movements, he finally found his target.

Without any hesitation, he pushed the door open and carefully poked his head in, fearing that there might be an executive guarding inside.

After seeing the girl on the bed and making sure there was no one else, Lalo dared to walk in boldly. The long-lost warmth rushed towards him, and he showed a comfortable and enjoyable expression. Realizing that he had lost his composure, he quickly took out his mobile phone.

After four consecutive failed attempts to send signals, Lalo looked grim.)

He realized that his companion had really met with an accident, and the wailing he had just heard was not fake. He lifted the quilt, revealing the girl's pink pajamas. She was clearly asleep, but her expression was pale and she looked like she was struggling.

I looked at the girl's face carefully and confirmed that she was not the man's daughter. I thought there could be more coincidences.

La Luo did not think about it any more, nor did he have time to confirm. He only found this girl in all the wards, so he took her as the target of the mission. To save effort, he found a wheelchair in the corner, tied the girl to it, and rushed out with a sliding step.

Just as he rushed out the door, he looked up suddenly and saw the surveillance camera flashing red light above the door frame.

"Oh..."

There are still cameras working! Lalo's face turned pale. He remembered that his companion had some gray authority that could control the entire FACA monitoring, but there were still cameras working.