Alien Executioner

She had long guessed that the family must be behind all the events of the past six months. As the eldest daughter of the Director General's An family, how could her sister not notice all this with the help of Zero? The entire An family witnessed it behind the scenes and even lent a helping hand to Dr. Cat and other forces when they needed it, pushing the events to develop smoothly.

The family used them, and they used the family, while the sister turned a blind eye and seemed to do nothing.

Either Xu Sinuo or Gu Zhilan will die... She understood that this was a hint, implying that one of them would die after the Shang was revived.

Now it seems that Xu Sinuo has the highest probability of being a burial object. She is the true transplanter of the Fallen Angel's Sorrow. The Fallen Angel is an existence that has surpassed Half-Sorrow and is only one step away from evolving into Sorrow. She has become the best host for Deagaus's resuscitation tool.

Anya didn't care about Xu Sinuo's life or death, nor Gu Zhilan. The only thing in her eyes was the woman in front of her.

"What's wrong? Do you find it incredible?" An Xin kissed her forehead, wanting to get a response from the girl.

Anya nodded:

"It's unbelievable, but I can accept it. I don't really care whether they are dead or alive."

This statement was half true and half false. If the process would not be too troublesome, she would be willing to lend a helping hand.

"You have always been a perceptive child." For some reason, the elder sister's smile was a little tired. "You also know what I am thinking. Deagas must be revived. Only in this way can its heart of sorrow be born completely."

"You'll get it then." Anya thought she understood the answer.

"You will be the one who eats it." The sister stood up and picked her up like a princess, and whispered in the girl's ear.

"No matter what I did, will you forgive me? Anya."

"I hate facing such questions." The girl did not give a direct answer, nor did she know how to answer.

Chapter 474: Encirclement and Suppression (XIV)

"Fuck you!"

On the elevated road, a Bentley with a broken headlight was racing wildly, trying its best to shake off the three red Ferraris chasing behind. The modified Ferraris were a symbol of violence, and the chase began when they entered the elevated road.

The night was filled with thick fog and it was destined to be a dead silent night. The whole city seemed to be in deep sleep.

Sister Tang had not expected that violence would sneak into Huacheng again. They were targeted after leaving the An family's sphere of influence in Dongcheng District. The enemy was holding old-fashioned rifles that they had found from somewhere. After being modified, these weapons that were eliminated eighty years ago still had considerable power. The bullets were fired one after another, and they looked like a small army.

Everything happened too suddenly, without any preparation. When entering the elevated intersection, a French Ferrari rushed towards them. Fortunately, the chief director's Bentley had been modified to be bulletproof and vibration-proof, and only the headlights were damaged.

Through the rearview mirror, she saw one of the Ferraris leaning halfway out, with a ferocious-looking man holding a machete, and as the Ferrari accelerated, they were getting closer and closer.

"Fuck you!" Sister Tang cursed, turned the steering wheel, and threw the T4 pistol to Song Yixiao.

"They are here to hunt you down, right? This is the trouble you mentioned! This is really weird! What's going on with Ling? Why are they in Huacheng?"

"Stop screaming!" Song Yixiao roared. As the Bentley turned a corner, a bullet hit the window in front of her.

Obviously, the members of the Violence Society came prepared. They did not sneak in secretly, because those modified Ferraris had to take the highway to enter Flower City. As the leader of the special service team, Sister Tang had already memorized all the entrances to the cities in the third district.

Unless someone arranged for Ferrari to come in advance, they would have to take a plane or high-speed train, and it would take at least three days to prepare. By that time, Song Yixiao had not even gotten close to An Ran.

But Song Yixiao's pale face said it all. These violent gang members came just for her.

"What are you hiding? Why are they chasing you?"

Sister Tang roared and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. After turning the corner, the elevated road seemed to have no end.

"It's that sir! I know the meaning of that string of numbers! I know! That's the key to the dream!"

"It's no use saying this now! Are you going to shoot or not? The gun has been thrown to you, why are you still indifferent!" (

"I haven't studied at the Executive Academy!" Song Yixiao held the pistol in both hands and gritted her teeth.

There was no time left for hesitation in her current situation. She had to fight back. Although she was reluctant to help Sister Tang, after all, violence would only kill her. Sister Tang could have kicked her out of the car and walked away. At most, she could have expressed her regret for her death in front of An Ran.)

Song Yixiao opened the car window and reached out with her hand holding the T4 pistol, which was then shot away by a bullet.

"Fuck!" Sister Tang laughed out of anger.

At this moment, they were running in the violent turbulence. It was hard to imagine why the elevated road became so rugged that the whole Bentley was shaking. Sister Tang kept pressing the accelerator to the bottom, wishing she could take off directly. The black Bentley was running around in the fog, and the Ferrari was chasing and shooting along both sides of the elevated road. The sound of the wind could not cover up the shuttle and explosion of bullets.

Sister Tang actually thought about stopping and fighting back. As an executive officer, she certainly couldn't be a coward when facing an alien. But in the current situation, she had to be a coward. She was not an alien and did not have an invulnerable body. There seemed to be more than a dozen enemies, all with guns. The moment they got out of the car, they would either be smashed to pieces by the Ferrari or shot into a sieve.

"Aren't you an executive officer? Why don't you take the Devouring Weapon and go down to fight!" Song Yixiao's face was pulled by the wind outside the window.

"Why don't you go? If you keep making noises, I'll kick you off!"

Sister Tang stretched out a hand and pulled out the pistol from her waist, throwing it to the woman again: "Don't lose this gun too! The gun just now belonged to the Second Miss! We must pick it up when we have a chance!"

"Who is the Second Miss!" The wind was so strong that Song Yixiao thought she had misheard.

"An Ran!" Sister Tang no longer cared about this matter.

"That's what you all call him?"

"Don't you think he's very feminine?"

"It seems so! If he could be more elegant, he really has the potential to dress like a woman!"

"It seems that we all have the same opinion!" Sister Tang smiled, thinking that she might be wearing women's clothes now.

Song Yixiao's eyes widened. This time she was much more careful, waiting until the members of the violence club had finished firing their bullets before she stretched out her arm to shoot. The Ferraris finally caught up with them, two of them passed them side by side, and the third one pushed against the Bentley from behind and hit it hard.

With the violent shaking, the Bentley was almost out of control. Song Yixiao's head hit the roof four times in a row, and she was dizzy for a while. The Ferrari on the right opened the window, and the driver smiled coldly and raised a pistol.

Sister Tang was the first to react. She turned the steering wheel sharply, and the Bentley swung its body in an "S" shape. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit Song Yixiao's forehead, but instead knocked away their last pistol.

"Oh my god! Can't you hold it steady?" Sister Tang finally exploded.

"Don't blame me at all! After all, it's your FACA that has the problem! Why haven't you come to support me after so long?" Song Yixiao protested dizzy.

"It must be gray authority. Someone blocked Zero's surveillance of this area, and something is wrong around here." Sister Tang tried to calm down. "The fog was too heavy this evening. It came so suddenly, as if it was another world."

She closed all the windows. At this moment, the Ferrari kept hitting them, and the bullets could not penetrate the bulletproof glass at all. As long as the car did not overturn and there was enough fuel, the situation would at least be safe.

But the violence obviously would not give them a chance to breathe. Two Ferraris came from the left and right, trying to knock over the Bentley.

Sister Tang was not to be outdone. She turned the steering wheel and rammed the Ferrari on the right. The car wasn't hers anyway, so she let An Ran feel the pain. As a henchman, she hadn't yet awakened to the awareness of sacrificing herself to protect the boss's property.

The Bentley seemed to roar as it rushed forward and knocked over the Ferrari. Unexpectedly, the Bentley continued to drive smoothly. Sister Tang opened her eyes. She thought she would also overturn, and she was ready to get out of the car and fight.

A beam of light pierced through the fog ahead.

Sister Tang squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly what was in front of her, then slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

There were also two modified Ferraris from the violence gang, blocking the middle of the elevated road waiting for them.

Song Yixiao knew what would happen next, and looked down anxiously, exclaiming:

"You stepped on the gas pedal!"

"You stepped on the accelerator!" Sister Tang pulled up her collar and stuffed it into her mouth. She was ready for the collision.

Chapter 475: Encirclement and Suppression (XV)

The Bentley's engine roared and rushed straight towards the two stuck Ferraris. At the maximum speed of 330 kilometers per hour, the impact force was enough to tear all three cars into pieces. Facing this brink of life and death, Sister Tang still couldn't let go of the accelerator.

She seemed to be crazy. She couldn't help laughing at the moment of the collision. She slammed the steering wheel and the car rolled out of control.

In an instant collision, the bodies of the two Ferraris were shattered into pieces, and the wreckage was splattered all over the ground. The Bentley rolled out of control along the edge of the elevated road, shaking the entire elevated road.

The violent gang members climbed out of the wreckage of the Ferrari, ignoring the sparks flying from the engine. They first glanced at the overturned Bentley dozens of meters away, and then looked at each other, horrified by the other's courage to charge without hesitation.

Before the collision, the Bentley's speed had reached its limit. The collision at a speed of 330 kilometers per hour sounded the death knell. Ordinary people had no possibility of survival. It was simply stupid to choose to die together at this time. They did not believe that humans could survive in this situation unless they had experienced a long period of gluttony.

Among the intelligence obtained by violence, Sister Tang and Song Yixiao had no experience of long-term binge eating. Although the former was an executive officer, she was only the team leader of the intelligence department, not to mention the latter. Song Yixiao was completely different from her father and sister. She left home at a very young age and was just a well-trained agent.

But they still chose to pick up guns and knives and approach the Bentley. Although they would be happy to see the target of the mission carry out a suicidal attack to avoid unnecessary trouble, sometimes it is necessary to be cautious.

When they were almost ten meters away from the Bentley, a woman climbed out of the flipped window, her body covered in blood and bloodstains from being scratched by debris.

"Damn, these humans are crazy, how can they survive this?" The surprised members of the Violence Society were horrified by the scene before them. This was beyond the scope of damage that the human body could withstand. The front of the Bentley was damaged and deformed, and the front seat was completely squeezed. Logically speaking, the woman should have been turned into a meat patty.

The woman stumbled to her feet. The pain from all parts of her body bound her and she looked lifeless.

Sister Tang panted and took out the Centipede Girl. This Devouring Weapon was destroyed in the basement of Zilan City at that time. After repair, it was barely usable, so it became her weapon. But now she needs a first aid kit or adrenaline more than relying on weapons.

Seven alien species rushed towards Sister Tang from different directions, wielding knives, sticks or guns. In their eyes, this woman was no different from being dead. At most, she had one breath left. Instead of killing her with a single bullet, they would rather enjoy the thrill of killing.

Sister Tang covered the wound on her chest and raised her head. Her deep black eyes lit up with a slight blood red.

The Devouring Martial Centipede Girl swung it nimbly in her hands, and the overlapping layers of sharp shells blocked their attacks.

Is this woman really human? Her eyes look like a demon from hell, right? The men looked at each other.

Sister Tang looked up, and an unknown force surged into her body. The gloomy gray fog gathered at an incredible speed, covering the entire accident scene. Now no one could see the elevated road at all. She felt that her body was full of vitality, and the blood flowing in her veins was burning. Every cell was boiling, and then decayed and withered at a very fast speed.

The members of the Violence Gang finally discovered the abnormality in Sister Tang's wrist. The handle of the Centipede Woman's sword had barbs growing on it, which pierced into her wrist to absorb blood and then fed back to the phagocytes in the form of nourishment. The gluttony began silently a second before the car accident.

Instantly increasing strength through trade and feeding, raising the fragile physical fitness of humans to alien levels has always been one of FFACA's most advanced secrets, because the consequences of overeating are irreversible, and the fed-back phagocytes will always remain in the body, constantly affecting sanity, confusing thinking, and may eventually get out of control.

Sister Tang still chose to binge eat. She had no choice but to do so given the current situation.

Instead of firmly believing that you have become a monster's follower, it is better to take the initiative and use the power of the alien species to solve the dilemma.

She stood up slowly, without relying on the overturned Bentley or Song Yixiao's support.

The broken legs contained terrifying strength, and every wound on the body that could affect movement was healed.

Sister Tang's eyes had already turned a faint blood red, which was a symbol of the devil in the eyes of the members of the Violence Society.

One of the tall men raised a modified rifle, trying to interrupt the binge eating, but once the binge eating started, it could not be stopped. The bullet accurately shot the woman's heart, leaving red spots, like a blooming flower.

But Sister Tang did not fall down, instead she took a step forward.

Before anyone could react, she appeared in front of everyone. The thick fog completely covered her tracks. Her speed was as fast as a bullet, or rather, she became a bullet herself. The tall man groaned in pain.

Sister Tang disappeared in the thick fog. The others looked nervously at the tall man on the ground. His limbs had been broken and there was a hideous irregular wound on his chest, as if a wild beast had dug out his heart with its sharp claws.

The alien species that had lost the Devouring Sorrow no longer had the ability to heal. He was doomed to die. His extremely terrified eyes seemed to be saying that he had seen a true devil.

"The second young lady's car broke down. It's terrible." A faint female voice came from the fog.

"There!" The leading man pointed to the right, and everyone began to eat their flesh without realizing it.

Just as he finished his words, a terrifying centipede stretched out like a tentacle and swooped down, tearing one of the aliens into pieces.

"Damn it!" The leading man was restless and his feet and legs were shaking violently. He found the woman's figure, a suppressed shadow appearing in the thick fog, but there was no way to get close to her.

The phagocytes in all the people's bodies rapidly evaporated, just like water evaporating quickly in an environment with a temperature of thousands of degrees. The temperature in the thick fog rose at an eerie speed, and they didn't know if it was an illusion caused by the excessive depression in their hearts.

Song Yixiao ran over from behind them. Five seconds before Sister Tang drove the Bentley into the Ferrari, she jumped out of the car, fought with the pursuing enemy for a while, and finally caught up.

She looked at the scene in front of her, and a huge fear exploded in her heart.

It was a ghostly shadow, holding a long centipede in its hand, slaughtering the members of the Violence Society at will.

The shadow flickered, and when Song Yixiao saw it clearly, her body couldn't help but tremble.

She murmured softly:

"Is this gluttony or the favor of the Black Goat Mother..."

Just after all the alien species were killed, Song Yixiao hesitated for a moment before moving forward, only to see Sister Tang limping out.

The two looked at each other, and Sister Tang said distressedly:

"All losses are yours. Remember to compensate An Ran for this Bentley."

"Why?" Song Yixiao was dissatisfied.

"Just because they came here for you." Sister Tang shrugged, wanting to blackmail them at this time.

Suddenly, she saw Song Yixiao in front of her, stunned, staring at the back, where there was only thick fog that made it impossible to see clearly.

“What are you doing...?” Sister Tang turned around, thinking that someone was standing up alive.

Looking past the corpse and the overturned Bentley, a huge silver-gray body appeared in the depths of the thick fog.

"impossible……"

Her mind went blank, and she saw a giant silver-gray octopus, Deiagus, emerging at the end of the elevated road, its huge tentacles waving slowly, like a god, with three pairs of eyes looking down indifferently.

I don't know when the fog dissipated.

When Sister Tang came to her senses, she saw an intact Bentley parked at the edge of the elevated road.

There were no bodies of gang members, no wreckage from car accidents, and no trace of a Ferrari.

Everything that just happened seemed like just a dream.

A breeze woke Sister Tang up completely. She looked at Song Yixiao, who also had a confused look in her eyes.

"Watch what I'm doing."

Song Yixiao's vision returned to normal, and she seemed to have lost her memory.

Sister Tang didn't say anything, but lowered her head. Her clothes were clean and there was no sign of a fight.