Alien Executioner

Sister Tang raised her foot to finish him off, kicking the place where he was intimately connected with the dog concubines, and a climbing noise was heard behind him.

It was a face that showed neither sadness nor joy. Anya, who had just returned from eating, walked past the corpse on the ground without even looking at it.

"It's Serum No. 4 again. Are all the same things in the bodies of today's alien species?" She expressed her dissatisfaction.

It's not just Anya. In fact, the ones who really hate Serum No. 4 are her tentacles. Sister Tang remembers that she never eats alien species with the smell of Serum No. 4.

There was still yellow mucus at the corners of Anya's mouth, and it was hard to imagine what she had just eaten.

She walked up to Councilman Zhou Luo, already knowing what had happened in the wine cellar, and kicked him in the face with the tip of her shoe.

"I can't wake up for a while." Sister Tang explained.

"I can wake him up." Xiu Yameier tried hard to show his value and stayed with them one by one.

"There's no need for that. This kind of person is probably a discarded pawn, and we won't be able to get anything out of him."

Anya spoke calmly, looking at the octopus head clinging to the edge of the black box:

"He is the owner of this manor. Does he know of your existence?"

"No one can see me, except you." Xiu Yamei replied, "That woman threw me here casually. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been found."

"I can see you, too," Sister Tang pointed out.

"You've been assimilated by Shen, you've been assimilated by Naya." Xiu Yameier giggled, and his small tentacles moved along Sister Tang's chest until they touched her cheek.

Sister Tang felt very itchy and did not take it away. This was the first time she heard the real Shang say that he was assimilated. She never thought that humans could really be assimilated.

Could it be that she wouldn't be the only normal person? That really sounds ridiculous.

"Assimilation?" Anya was deeply attracted by this word and took the black box from Sister Tang. "What does it mean?"

"Whether living peacefully or not, living with monsters always requires some price." Xiu Yameier answered vaguely.

“She doesn’t look assimilated, physically or in character,” she denied.

"Boss, I will be very sad if you say that." Sister Tang raised her eyebrows.

"Your sadness has never been sincere. There are monsters wandering around, so let the local executive officers deal with them. As for this Xiu... Xiuji, just take him away as well." Anya stroked her tentacles and turned away.

"My name is Xiu Yamei! Not Xiu Ji!" The octopus in the black box protested loudly.

"What difference does it make? For the Second Miss, name has always been just a symbol of identity." Sister Tang grabbed Councillor Zhou Luo's arm and dragged him away, stuffing the black box back into her chest, and threw the black leather bag she brought with her somewhere unknown.

She crawled through the hole in the brick wall and stood on the edge of the reservoir as if she was walking on a tightrope high in the air, carefully dragging the congressman's body. Anya walked in front and didn't seem to intend to help.

"The sky is blue, outside the window..."

Suddenly a phone call came in, and Sister Tang was so scared that she loosened her hands, and Councillor Zhou Luo rolled directly into the reservoir.

She lowered her head in amazement. The reservoir was bottomless and it took a while before she heard the sound of someone falling to her death.

An octopus head crawled out of Sister Tang's chest and also looked down:

"Oh, he won't die."

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, took out her phone and roared:

"Your mother is dead, isn't she? Are you calling at this time to attend the funeral? I really admire your mother..."

Sister Tang's ferocious face suddenly turned into a smile:

"Chief Li, it's you. It's okay. Something disturbing just happened. What's the matter?"

"Sister Tang, what happened here?" Li Fei asked from the other end of the phone.

"What is it?"

"A tragedy happened in a manor! The police and the executive officers have all gone there! I heard from the special forces that you are still missing inside! Your men thought you were dead, so they went to the Honghu base to steal the missile system, saying that they wanted to avenge you!"

"There's still this? These little brats." Sister Tang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sister Li, I'm fine here."

"So what happened?"

Sister Tang thought about it and said something half true and half false:

"I caught a congressman having a party with his mistresses here, and he was furious and wanted to hunt me down."

"That's all?" Li Fei was surprised. "Someone actually offended Team Leader Tang. You didn't use bombers to raze the manor to the ground. That's not like you."

"Don't think so badly of me. I have to at least confirm whether he is an alien before doing that." Sister Tang stuck out her tongue towards the darkness. Anya was buried in the haze, watching her slowly walking towards her.

"Let's not talk about it for now. I'll write a report for you later and you can talk to Honghu City. I'm hanging up now."

"That's a congressman." Anya stood in front of her. "It's hard to explain if he just disappeared like that."

"But what can I do if he has fallen to death? It's none of my business." Sister Tang shrugged.

"In that case, let's go all out and kill that section chief named Stark." Anya turned around.

"But before that, you need to send someone to follow him. There should be someone above him."

"You mean the mastermind?"

“Not necessarily, but at least it’s the same group of people.”

As he spoke, a black and red tentacle spit out a mobile phone. Anya took it and glanced at it.

"We have news about the man who brought Xu Sinuo. His identity has been confirmed."

Chapter 460 Undercurrent (Twenty)

Honghu City FACA Branch, Operations Department Office.

All the lights were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and the computer screen reflected the nervous face in the darkness.

Stark looked around with a shifty look, and after making sure that no one was around, he took out a bottle of Sprite from the refrigerator and filled a glass. The crystal clear liquid soaked the round ice ball, and the computer fluorescence reflected through the broken ice patterns.

He sat back in his swivel chair, crossed his legs, and lowered his head in deep thought, with the elegance and dignity of a successful man.

I opened the curtains a little bit, looked down from above, and the light from the setting sun outside the window pierced the darkness.

Everything was over. After the chaos in the manor not long ago, he knew that his companion, Councillor Zhou Luo, was in danger of death. The special service team from the headquarters quietly intervened. They were the most powerful special agent team of the Intelligence Department. Hundreds of executive officers comparable to special agents turned the manor upside down and exposed the freaks that were kept.

Due to the pressure, he had to send out officers to cooperate with the police to search the manor, but it was only a matter of time before they found evidence of his collusion with Zhou Luo.

I heard that Huacheng has already sent a specialist from the Internal Affairs Department. Although he hasn't arrived yet, he has notified Chief Zhou Bowen, who is in charge of the overall situation in Honghu City, in advance.

Stark knew that he was about to be finished. The evidence was not just about raising freaks, but more about shielding aliens. He was involved in the chaos of aliens. He used to enjoy the feeling of being in power and controlling everything, and spending money like water, so he was very happy to cooperate with aliens, which was both rich and respectable.

Now these have become fatal evidence. Suspension and imprisonment are not bad, but Stark has used his power to amass a lot of wealth over the years, all of which he deposited in the bank in District 2. He will be able to spend it for half his life after he is released. However, the things he did should at least result in being shot. With his shelter and help, thousands of people were indirectly killed and eaten by alien species.

In fact, Stark knew that doing such a thing would bring punishment from God, and his grave would be dug up every seventh day after his death. However, he did this not only for the love of money, but more for power, the power from the alien species.

As a human being, Stark has always been unwilling to accept the differences between his body and those of other species. His father is a researcher of Sadness, and the so-called researcher of Sadness is nothing more than exploring the monster that only exists in history.

Stark remembered that his father founded an investigative studio when he was in elementary school. Everyone in the studio wore strange and bizarre costumes, and spent the whole day either robbing tombs or dealing in antiques and collecting all kinds of bizarre props.

In his eyes, the people in this studio were nothing more than a bunch of aging chuunibyou, full of steam-age investigators who traveled around the world with noses more sensitive than dogs. They would board a plane at the first sign of trouble and stay away for months at a time.

At that time, he was actually quite proud of his father, because his father was different from other fathers. He was a psychopath. How many children in the world have psychopathic fathers? Scarcity is precious, and one will always stand out among a group of children.

Living in this kind of atmosphere, Stark has been deeply interested in death and alien species since he was a child. He believes that the so-called alien species are nothing more than humans with "favor". They are all chosen by the evil god, and cannibalism is the price behind this power.

Since becoming an executive, Stark's thoughts have indeed changed a lot, but he is still secretly looking for traces of Shang, or the widely circulated "Stairway to the Gods".

According to some cults, this world has a path to becoming a god. Although we live in an era of advanced technology, the Shang were once believed by researchers to be a species that could not be widely explained by science. Their existence and abilities completely subvert science. Therefore, the concept of species evolution on the path to becoming a god cannot be denied by science.

Humans are capable of transforming into different species, and evolving step by step, until they finally become Death, that indescribable existence.

It was not until Stark experienced the artificial alien that he became convinced of the concept of the Stairway to God.

He transformed himself into an artificial alien, and even his companion, Councillor Zhou Luo, didn't know about this.

The fluorescent light of the computer screen went out, and the faint light from the gap in the curtains could not break the darkness in the office.

Shrek took a deep breath, pulled up his sleeves, looked at the purple veins bulging on his muscular arms, and made up his mind.

Since I have been exposed, I will die sooner or later, so I might as well go all out and complete the final mission of that adult.

He opened the drawer and took out a glass bottle, which glowed a brilliant blue in the dark.

The most precious treasure from artificial alien experiments.

It is superior to serum No. 4, has no side effects, and possesses power similar to the blood of ancient gods, opening the stepping stone to the ladder of ascension to gods.

Serum No. 5.

In order to obtain the so-called Serum No. 5, Stark worked like a slave and obeyed that adult unconditionally.

As long as he drinks this bottle of serum No. 5, he will completely become a different species, evolve, and be reborn. ⑵

Stark pushed open the office door and poked his head out. At this moment, the entire operations department was empty. All the executive officers had been sent out by him to search Councillor Zhou Luo's estate. Now was the perfect opportunity to take action.

I groped my way to the medical department, looked at the end of the corridor with a guilty conscience, opened the door, went in and closed it again.

He knew that his every move was clearly monitored by the surveillance camera, but that didn't matter anymore. The guys watching the surveillance camera wouldn't be able to figure out what the section chief's intention was, and he would run away after that anyway.

As soon as Stark turned around, he was stunned. Si Luan was lying on the bed, unconscious, but there was a young man accompanying him.

The young man was none other than his subordinate, the outstanding executive officer Nangong Fangshang.

"You're here." Stark smiled nervously, but still chose to say hello.

He remembered that Nangong Fangshang had been Si Luan's student, and he had been taking care of Si Luan since his adjutant died.

The young boy had cat-like brown eyes. He hesitated when he saw Chief Stark and was about to stand up:

"Section Chief?"

"No need to stand up, just sit down, I'm just here to take a look." Stark smiled and waved, his face looking relaxed.

"How's the situation?"

"It's not optimistic." Nangong Fangshang sat back, shook his head and replied with a worried look on his face.

"how do I say this?"

"He hasn't woken up yet and was initially diagnosed as brain dead." Nangong Fangshang's eyes were filled with anxiety.

"It's so unfortunate that something like this happened..." Stark was thinking of a way to get the boy away.

In fact, he had thought about being simple and brutal and killing the boy together, but the fighting in this process would waste a lot of time, and he could no longer bear the risks brought about by these events. Zhou Bowen was rushing back to the city center and time was running out.

Chapter 461 Hunting (I)

The window in the ward was not closed, and a cold breeze blew in. There was no sunset outside, and the sky was depressing.

The accumulated black clouds enveloped the city, and there was something hidden within, and its hidden energy was about to explode.

Stark shuddered, not because of the breeze, he couldn't tell why he felt creepy.

He noticed that Nangong Fangshang had been staring at him for some time. Half of his face looked much darker, as if shrouded in haze. His brown eyes flashed with terrible waves, as if a ferocious beast was about to pounce at any time.

"What's wrong?" Stark was anxious. No matter what he said, the boy showed no sign of leaving.

Seeing that Nangong Fangshang didn't say anything, he continued:

"Go take a rest. I'll be the first to notify you if anything happens here."

"No need."

Nangong Fangshang stood up and walked slowly to the window. His steps were graceful and steady, lacking the childishness of a child.

For some reason, Stark felt that the figure was too mature, and there was an aura about the boy that did not belong to him.

"Chief Stark, you are actually planning to kill Teacher Si Luan."

The indifferent tone of voice froze the atmosphere in the room. It was a cold voice like a venomous snake, and its breath was barely noticeable.

Stark froze, his face stiff.

"what are you saying?"

He tried to put on a relaxed smile, but his left hand had already reached into the executive's windbreaker and quietly touched the pistol.

"Nangong Fangshang, this is no joke."

"Mr. Stark, you know I seldom joke." The young man turned his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Stark's face changed and his tone suddenly turned cold:

"What on earth do you mean? How could I harm the officer from headquarters?"

“So as long as it’s not from headquarters, it’s fine.” said the boy.

Stark frowned, and all the muscles in his body were tense, like a straightened arrow string. Soon he returned to normal and took out his cell phone: