Alien Executioner

The next second, the van stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

The car window opened, an arm stretched out and waved, and a woman's teasing voice came:

"Let's fight next time we meet. I don't have time to stay here in the rain with you."

Just as Anya was about to give chase, she saw several familiar cars coming towards the van.

It was the FACA car that finally noticed the situation of the elevated road.

She picked up the black umbrella on the ground, hesitated for a while, split out a tentacle, and took on the appearance of an alien species with thousands of faces.

Using the tentacles to delay time, she left in the opposite direction.

"Naya? Is it Naya?" An executive in the team pointed at the rain curtain and called out with an expression of disbelief.

"Fuck, retreat, retreat, stop chasing! I saw it too! So many black and red tentacles, so thick and fat?" The team leader ordered everyone, and then his eyes were worried, "Isn't Naya dead?"

At this moment, a familiar female voice came from the headset. Li Fei, the head of the Intelligence Department, had connected to the channel at some point:

"Everyone return, don't hesitate, everyone return."

"Section Chief Li Fei?" The team leader was surprised and was about to tell what he had seen and heard.

"That's not Naya, it's the guy in disguise from the florist shop." Li Fei said confidently in the headset.

"Go check the five Ferraris ahead. Remember, don't chase that lunatic."

"clear."

"Strange..." The team leader looked at the vague figure in front of him and launched the Devouring Weapon.

Chapter 480 Encirclement and Suppression (Twenty)

An Ran recovered the tentacle that was split off to block the executive officer. In order to avoid leaving clues and unnecessary trouble, he changed his identity when leaving the elevated road. The top director calmly stepped into the lobby of FACA headquarters, carrying a broken black umbrella and a suitcase.

He looked a little haggard, in fact, it was because his body was wet and not dried, his hair was stuck together, and he smelled of cigarettes. The only thing that was clean was his black windbreaker.

An Ran had been smoking before arriving at the Countermeasures Bureau. The price of losing three tentacles in the battle with the mysterious woman was endless sleepiness.

That woman is now in Huacheng. She is most likely someone with gray authority, and it is difficult for Zero to track her whereabouts.

The moment he entered the door, An Xiao came over and was a little surprised when he saw his embarrassed brother:

"Brother, what are you doing?"

It's almost five in the morning, and according to the distorted work and rest schedule of Huacheng headquarters, she has just got off work.

An Ran looked at her, not sure how to answer. If he told her those things, it might arouse his sister's curiosity.

He didn't want his sister to get involved, even though she already knew what had happened before.

So An Ran just handed the black handbag to her sister, and said in a calm tone:

"Are you going back? If so, please help me take this with me."

"What is this?" An Xiao wondered.

Her eyes swept over her brother's body from bottom to top. It was raining heavily outside, and her brother looked like he had been running in the rain.

"I need a change of clothes. I'm staying here for something, so I'd like to trouble you for help."

"Is this the clothes you want to change, brother?" An Xiao pursed her lips. Her ladylike manners made her hold back her dumbfounded expression.

"Anya's." An Ran added.

Then I saw my sister's glowing eyes.

"Oh, these are the clothes that my elder sister stole. Although I am very curious about what happened to you, my brother, but now I think it is necessary to pay close attention to the current task." An Xiao lifted the weight of the bag, suddenly thought of something, and calmed down.

"Brother, are you injured? You look a little weak."

"It's just an illusion. Naya has never been weak."

An Ran gave a brief explanation, carefully trying to change the subject.

"Oh, by the way, I will arrange for two people to live in your apartment. Did you know about this?"

"You mean Sister Tang? She has come to me and I have given her the key, so don't worry. Brother, are you planning to have a harem? You actually brought in two women. They are pretty good-looking, and..."

An Xiao paused for a moment, not caring whether there were other people around, and gave a smile that showed I understand.

"They are all pretty ladies."

An Ran blinked, wondering why An Xiao's imagination was so exaggerated.

My sister sighed, her smile suddenly changed, and she said regretfully:

"It's a pity that I'm not that domineering, so I can't give Sister Anya the feeling of dominance. But it doesn't matter. Even if I'm not a domineering woman, I can definitely make Sister Anya's weakness reach its peak. Just believe me." She promised, patting her chest.

An Ran subconsciously looked around to make sure no one heard him, and his tense face darkened:

"Don't say that again. I hate it."

"I hate it. That's not something you would say, brother. You should say 'I hate it' in a domineering way."

"It's pretty much the same."

"I thought you, my brother, were a scumbag, but I was overthinking." An Xiao smiled slightly, then bent down to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, brother. I was just joking. Please don't be angry. I know you're not that kind of person."

"I will only fall in love with one person in my life. To me, beauty is just the cheapest value. I never care about it and I won't even look at it twice." An Ran lowered his head nonchalantly, "Besides Sister Tang, there is another woman named Song Yixiao, who is the sister of Song Yixue I told you about before. The things involved are very complicated."

"You didn't tell me because it was complicated. This is your usual way of dealing with things, brother."

An Xiao hummed to express his dissatisfaction.

"You always treat me like a child, thinking I'm a butterfly that needs to be protected, but brother, you forgot that the butterflies in the An family are full of blood-sucking violence and madness."

An Ran's expression suddenly changed, "Who told you?"

"The elders told me that at the family banquet." An Xiao didn't understand why his brother became serious.

"Don't believe or listen to what the family elders say," An Ran warned. "They are nothing but monsters in human skin."

"I think the elders are quite generous..."

Before she could even utter the word "of", she suddenly recalled everything she had seen at the elders' meeting in the tower. Everyone, including the elders, had turned into monsters with blurry faces. It was such a horrifying scene, and her brother...

When An Xiao thought about his brother's appearance at that time, he didn't want to think about it too much.

"You should go back first. It's raining heavily outside. Let the waiters pick you up." An Ran took a step and turned back to look at his sister: Jun

"Don't stay outside. There may be some danger recently. Remember to drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed. Have you had nightmares recently? If not, go to bed early."

"I've been feeling much better recently." An Xiao nodded, and her seemingly concerned words were actually so careless.

She knew that this was just her elder brother pretending to be strong. When he cared about others, he always spoke in a calm tone, as if everything that was going to happen was tightly in his hands. His tone of questioning was also a statement, never twisting his words, as if he didn't care about anything in the world at all, just asking casually.

An Xiao looked at his brother deeply. In fact, he knew that his selfish thoughts were disgusting. When he thought of everything his brother had done for him, he felt guilty for those thoughts.

She turned and walked out of the lobby door. The entire square was shrouded in a terrible rainstorm. The extended limousine was quietly waiting under the street light.

A waiter came out to hold an umbrella for her, and then An Ran added:

"If you have any problems, just look for Sister Tang. She might stay with you for a while."

"I understand. I understand. Sometimes I really feel like you, my brother, are my mother. You are totally different from my mother who is indifferent." An Xiao pretended to be impatient, but she wanted to say a few more words to her brother.

It's really... contradictory.

"Could Sister Tang be the nanny you hired for me, brother?" She suddenly thought of this.

"If you want, you can." An Ran just said this.)

"Forget it, I don't like that woman." An Xiao turned around and didn't see her brother anymore.

The elevator door opens.

An Ran walked into the Supervision Department with steady steps and glanced coldly at the man on the ground.

The man was covered in wounds and was tortured for a whole night as if he were an alien.

An Ran looked down at his watch and deliberately waited a few minutes longer. When the man finally realized that someone was standing next to him, he slowly spoke:

"Minister Wang, you are still sober, right?"

Chapter 481 Encirclement and Suppression (Twenty-one)

The frail man lay on the cold iron floor, with only a dim prismatic light in the narrow space.

Exhale...

Breathe in...

Only a faint breath could prove that the man was still alive. He looked no different from dead, with wounds all over his body. After a night of torture, the man finally couldn't hold on and was half dead.

An Ran picked up the torture instrument on the table. It was an electric steel wire board that looked extremely similar to a chopping board. If you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to notice the tiny thorns all over it.

This torture device has a very down-to-earth name in the Countermeasures Bureau, called "Shuangshuang Board", which is usually used to deal with aliens with tight mouths. It is attached to the back of the prisoner and then electrified, and tens of thousands of 5 mm spikes will vibrate at a high frequency.

The executed person does not feel comfortable like a massage. On the contrary, it is the most cruel torture to be under the sharp spikes that can easily penetrate the skin.

He threw the thing casually into the corner, cleared the table, and clapped his hands.

An Ran pulled out a chair and sat down. His entire figure gradually disappeared into the haze, with only faint light illuminating half of his cold face.

Wang Feng's limp fingers twitched and his eyelids blinked.

"Really, really vicious..."

The intermittent sounds echoing in the space gradually became full of vitality. Wang Feng, who should have been half-dead, jumped up and scratched his head.

"You're finally here. Damn it, if you were any later I would have been tortured to death!"

"This level should not be a problem for you." An Ran said calmly.

"No problem? You try it? There's nothing wrong with your body, but there will be problems with your brain!" Wang Feng pounced on An Ran.

"what are you doing?"

"Give me some cigarettes. I'll really go crazy without cigarettes at this time!" Wang Feng rubbed his hands, looking wretched.

He instantly went from being a prisoner to being a friend of the adjudicator. An Ran was the adjudicator, and it was he who gave the order to torture the former head of the scientific research department.

An Ran was surprised that this man could still remain optimistic at this time. He didn't seem to understand the current situation.

He felt that Wang Feng was hiding too many things from him and had not told him many secrets, such as that adult.

Since using cooperation to extract value didn't work for him, he could just use torture. But he didn't expect that after the torture, Wang Feng still looked wretched, as if he was actually acting out a play with him, and the torture was just a disguise...

An Ran rarely felt ashamed.

He still took out the cigarette box. Wang Feng snatched it away, took out a cigarette, and his eyes flashed with greed.

"I feel an unprecedented sense of security." Wang Feng did not light the cigarette, but held it across his nose and took a deep puff, looking intoxicated.

An Ran kicked him away, lowered his head to light a cigarette for himself, and didn't even look at this funny guy.

"If you have anything to say, please say it as soon as possible. I am not sure how long you can live. You must remember that I am not acting with you. People's patience is really limited. I know very well that you must be hiding secrets, such as that woman."

An Ran took a deep breath of cigarette, and the smoke swirled in front of the cold devilish eyes.

"I can't guarantee whether these secrets will pose a threat to me. Since you won't tell me, then there's no value in living. You should know that I have never been a good person. I am a monster. To me, the life and death of anyone is unimportant."

Wang Feng sat cross-legged on the ground and was silent for a long time, "That..."

He rubbed his fingers together, "Borrow a light."

An Ran felt downcast again and had the urge to get up and rush out.

Taking the lighter thrown to him by the director, Wang Feng finally lit the battered and haggard cigarette. He first took a puff, then pinched it between his fingers, staring at the slowly burning cigarette butt.

"Director An, I've discovered a very interesting phenomenon. In fact, bad guys never emphasize that they are bad guys, because everything they do is unavoidable. But you've said so much, and you've always portrayed yourself as a bad guy, a rebel who was born in a high position and holds great power?"

Wang Feng raised his head and looked at An Ran:

"If he was really the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goal, you should have chosen to chase him when you were on the elevated road, instead of evacuating when you saw the executive officer's convoy. You were only one step away from that woman. If you had caught up with that van and crushed the obstacles on the road, wouldn't there be so much trouble?"

He shrugged his shoulders, completely ignoring the murderous intent in An Ran's eyes: "Are you saying you can't beat those executives? Come on, there are only two elites in that convoy. Killing them is like crushing ants."

"You know everything." An Ran looked at him intently.

The corners of his mouth curled up, showing a sense of surprise that he had expected. Wang Feng admitted his secret.

"Of course I know. I know a lot of things." Wang Feng waved his hand. "But, as you said, secrets are my value. They are my trump cards and bargaining chips. Wouldn't it be a loss to tell others like this?"

"I can agree to some of your requests." An Ran raised his head, tapping the table lightly with his fingers.