Alien Executioner

An Ran tried to take advantage of this pure and arrogant princess. In order to get her to agree, she had to sell her body.

As expected, Otilia sneered, "You have no confidence in your countermeasures?"

"A chance to have a meal together." An Ran held out his finger. This was a price that was impossible to refuse.

Otilia pursed her lips, her eyes sad.

"Then twice?" An Ran thought for a moment and raised the price.

"At least three times." Otilia blurted out, and immediately returned to her cold appearance.

"Also, you have to tell me why you are here."

"I am used to taking a walk at night, actually looking for high-level alien species." An Ran told her, "I am the executive officer of the hall, this is my duty."

Otilia was skeptical. In her eyes, this man was hiding some strange secret.

She suddenly smelled something, her face changed slightly, and she walked into the subway entrance.

It was a headless corpse.

Chapter 41 The Mysterious Director (I)

The headless corpse was sent to the local countermeasures bureau for testing that evening. An Ran waited there for the entire night. The bureau chief, Nanasha, was a woman with an irregular schedule, and it was already nine in the morning when she arrived the next day.

There were obvious cell proliferation on the edge of the corpse's neck, which was enough to prove its alien identity.

This is the remains of the Crow Man. An Ran did not eat it completely at that time. Naya, who became Shang, already had the ability to devour reason and spirit.

This ability will bring you a more comfortable mood, stabilize your thoughts and prevent confusion, but it cannot relieve hunger.

An Ran pretended to be unaware of the identity of the corpse and watched the members of the Polaris Research Institute examine the composition of the corpse.

Compared to the alien remains, the members of the research institute were more interested in Director An Ran and kept looking at the man standing at the door.

The body remained on the instrument for a long time without moving, and he felt very uncomfortable being stared at by countless eyes.

An Ran frowned slightly, as if she was participating in a fashion show.

I am the model that a group of older men are interested in.

The Polaris Research Institute is a scientific research institution of the FACA branch of the first district. All of its members are middle-aged men over 40 years old. They are immersed in scientific research experiments all day long, which makes them a little greasy. Their messy hair has not been washed for a long time, and their collars are still stained with sauce.

Whenever An Ran came into contact with scientific research members, he would always subconsciously think of the group of lunatics in the scientific research department of the third district. Fortunately, the members of the Polaris Research Institute were relatively serious and rigid, and it was only the long-term sealing operations that made the hygiene problems unsightly.

The stern-faced old man stretched out his hand and wanted to touch An Ran's windbreaker, as if he was carefully touching a brown bear.

An Ran finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when he was about to vent his dissatisfaction, Director Nanasha pushed the door open.

"I'm glad to finally find you, Director An. I'm Nanasha, the director of the Countermeasures Bureau of Santa Ania City. There was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm late. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

With the appearance of Nanasha, the old men at the Polaris Research Institute began to work seriously. Compared to An Ran, they were more afraid of this blonde woman in uniform.

The woman had a curvy and sexy figure, but no one dared to look at her for too long. In the city of Santa Ania, everyone knew how terrible this chief was. She liked to torture the alien demons herself and enjoy the pleasure of whipping them.

In front of An Ran, Nanasha behaved very well, just like the junior schoolmate who came late to admit her mistake to the senior schoolmate in the library under the infinite sunset. This is the innocence and beauty of the girl, but in the eyes of the research institute members, she is a female snake acting.

After being apologized to twice in a row, An Ran was very sensitive and realized that the woman named Nanasha was deliberately targeting him.

Few people would say sorry twice in a row. They would only say so when they are truly sincere. It was a targeted display of weakness, and girls would do this when facing a boy they liked. An Ran thought it was just memory playing tricks on her again, and maybe they once had a "bond".

Nanasha.

Before coming here, he had already investigated the situation of the Countermeasures Bureau of Santa Ania City in detail. As the highest director, An Ran's daily duties are more to lead the crusades personally, and he is an action-oriented person. An Xin, as the general director, is in charge of the management, so he does not know every Countermeasures Bureau so well.

According to the archives, Nanasha is a rare director who often personally participates in subjugation operations. She has an almost undefeated record and was once known as the blonde dagger devil. However, the stain that she deliberately concealed was also revealed by Zero.

Due to his love of torture, he was diagnosed by psychologists as having mental problems, so he faced a hearing crisis and dismissal. It happened that the intelligence department uncovered the base of an alien organization on that day. Nanasha led the team personally, proved her strength with actions, and shut the mouths of the masters in the parliament.

Although the FACA of the First District is also a branch, it can be directly intervened by the parliament. The parliamentarians exercise supervisory power and can remove the executive officer when necessary.

But more often than not, the procedures at FACA headquarters must be followed, and there are very few examples of lawmakers forcefully removing an executive.

An Ran withdrew his thoughts. Nanasha looked at him with her green eyes, a little confused.

She seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps a greeting.

"Yeah, okay." An Ran nodded.

"Mr. Director! Don't you recognize me?" Nanasha bowed deeply.

"Of course I remember, senior sister, the youngest deputy director of the Operations Department. I still remember you taught me Russian." An Ran was already fully prepared.

Zero recorded everything he had done in the past, bit by bit, including many details. It seemed that his sister had been monitoring him for a long time, including before he awakened into Naya.

"Yes, yes, I thought you didn't remember it." Nanasha was delighted. She had heard rumors that Director An had memory loss, but she didn't expect that he still remembered things about her.

"But I'm sorry." An Ran chuckled, "I forgot what you taught me. I hope you can forgive me."

"That sentence means 'Let discrimination die.'" Nanasha translated it into the Federal language.

"Just discrimination or something to hell...right?"

"This sentence is specifically used to resist discrimination. It's never pleasant to be treated as an outsider, so we have to use this catchphrase to cheer ourselves up." Nanasha puffed out her chest.

“Have you ever been discriminated against?”

"Uh……"

"I understand. Let's take a look at this body and see what the test results are." An Ran turned around and walked to the body.

The old man in front of the instrument was the scientific research member who had just tried to reach out and touch An Ran. He was wearing protective clothing, but one could barely see his furrowed brows through the mask.

"The number of phagocytes exceeded the limit, but... it didn't exceed the limit."

In FACA's data on xenospecies detection, there is an unstable production critical value for Devouring Death. If the number of production cells exceeds this critical value, it means it is a super alien. If it exceeds the third level critical value, it is half-Death.

The old man encountered a strange problem. He pointed to the data on the screen and signaled the director and the chief to pay attention to it.

"Director Boromon, what does this mean?" Director Nanasha, who is good at combat, finds it difficult to understand this kind of experimental data.

It turned out that the man was the director of the Polaris Research Institute. The director said with a tone of confusion and puzzlement:

"Intuitive data shows that the amount of cells that the Devouring Death of this corpse can produce is enough to be called a super alien, but these phagocytic cells are abnormally weak, like... seedlings that were forcibly grown. In short, this is indeed a super alien, but it does not have the strength of a super alien."

"I find it hard to understand how this statement is true. If there is no super alien strength, how can it be called a super alien?"

"Then I'll change the wording." The director spoke the Federal language seriously, "Fatty Xu, that's what I mean."

"If you can't speak Mandarin, don't talk about it. That's called puffiness!" Nanasha held her forehead with her hand. "I understand what you mean. This guy was forced to become a super alien, not grown by eating. It's like drinking serum No. 4."

"Did you also have the Serum No. 4 incident here?" An Ran looked at her strangely. District One had not reported it.

Nanasha said indifferently:

"Yes, but rarely. We once tried to report it, but the minister said it was totally unnecessary. He didn't think it was a big deal. But I think headquarters still has records. The Natasha network system in the first area is directly connected to Zero."

"The Polaris Research Institute still has some preserved serum, maybe you're interested in it, Director." The director interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Perhaps I know more about Serum Four than you do."

"No, it's not serum number four. It's another... strange serum." The director walked to the aluminum alloy shelf and took out a test tube containing light gold liquid.

"Mr. Director, I think you must be very interested in it, or you must be very familiar with it."

An Ran remained calm, his eyes only resting on the medicine tube for half a second.

This is the diluted blood of the ancient god.

Chapter 42 The Mysterious Director (Part )

This feeling is not wrong.

Naa is instinctively hostile and crazy about the blood of the ancient gods that has driven the world crazy.

This madness drives the monster's violence, not lust.

Even with Serums 4 and 5, Naya was at best contemptuous and disgusted.

An Ran heard something behind the director's words, a hint of something deeper. The old man shook the test tube, and the corners of his mouth behind the mask seemed to be smiling.

He took the test tube calmly. The pale golden liquid was very familiar, but this familiarity was too close.

The scene of the assassination at the banquet flashed through his mind. He opened the test tube, emitting a scent that stimulated his thoughts.

It's the same smell.

"Is this the blood of the ancient god?" Nanasha didn't quite believe it.

"No, this is actually a new type of dangerous drug."

The director denied that this was the blood of the ancient god and pulled out a file from the shelf. All the test tubes in the reagent storage room had corresponding information.

The old man skillfully turned to the third page of the document and handed it to An Ran respectfully. After finishing all this, he said seriously:

"This is a drug that was developed recently. It's called a drug, but it's actually a genetic drug that can change phagocytes and stimulate the production of Devouring Death. It's mistaken for a drug because it has no special effect on ordinary humans. It only affects mental state, reduces immunity, and causes organ failure."

"It would be very dangerous if the alien species got it. It would be harmless for them within a hundred miles." The director said in a heavy tone.

An Ran looked straight into the old man's eyes; the mask between them could not block his view.

"Director Boromen, what do you mean by ordinary people?"

"It refers to people who have not binge-eaten, including executives. If an executive has binge-eaten, drinking the serum will also cause irreversible effects, but this is just speculation, and Polaris Research Institute has not conducted relevant experiments."

Director Boromen looked expectantly, "Maybe... Director An, you can be our first experimental subject."

"Isn't this the new type of liquid drug that was discovered recently?" Nanasha interrupted the director's worthless words. After seeing the archival materials, she lost her good mood and turned to look at An Ran.

She handed the file to An Ran and said:

"I personally led the team to capture these drug-making aliens. It was a small team of four people, and one escaped."

"According to the remaining people, they did invent a new type of drug. The reason they were able to manufacture it for a long time was because they had a big customer who placed an order. We originally wanted to follow the clues and find that the customer who could get the aliens to serve them must not be human, but they died one after another in prison, and the cause of death was the explosion of Devouring Sorrow."

"The name of this serum is 'Drunken Dream'. Drinking it will produce strong hallucinations. In the hallucinations, the whole world seems to have turned into water, swaying wildly, and all the buildings you see become pieces of meat like honeycombs." The director added.

"Damn it, Brahman, have you ever drunk it? How do you know so much?" Nanasha looked at him with contempt.

"Madam Director, we just need to find a few test subjects to address our blind spots in knowledge."

The director lowered his head, chuckled, and pursed his lips.

"Don't you understand this better than me? Those alien species are all very good experimental subjects. Recently, the alien prison has been complaining about why we can't send new alien species."

Nanasha's expression changed slightly, and then she looked at An Ran. She didn't want this man to know her worst side.

Fortunately, An Ran didn't mind, as he was an inquisitor who was good at torture.

"It doesn't matter. I also enjoy the process of executing aliens. It's the pleasure of mastering strength and power." An Ran did not hide anything and talked about the character flaws that many executive officers developed due to long-term fights against aliens.

"We just need to...stay relatively calm, rational and friendly when facing people other than aliens. I believe that people who can become executive officers have extraordinary control. I have great confidence in FACA."⑻

The director clicked his tongue and turned away. The old man seemed to be squinting, and An Ran always felt that he was secretly glancing at him.

"Director Nanasha, please step out for a moment. I want to talk to Director Boromon alone."

Nanasha was stunned for a moment before nodding.

"Yes." Zero

She left in frustration, closing the door of the storage room.

When she was sure that there were only two people in the storage room, An Ran stopped her friendly smile, walked lightly to the shelf, and reached out to touch each test tube bottle one by one.

He seemed so aimless, his fingertips scraping against the glass bottle, making a sharp, echoing sound.

Director Boromon took off his mask, revealing an extremely old face with few gray hairs left, and even his eyebrows were gray.

He always had a kind smile on his face, looking at An Ran's back, and his dull voice sounded even older after he took off his mask.

"Director An, you have put away your rare smile. Your cold look really makes me uneasy."

"Maybe that's what you were thinking, isn't it?"

An Ran turned around and let her eyes move along the old man's body. The body of the director of the Polaris Research Institute was full of vitality.

The director of the research institute was not surprised and still had a kind smile on his face.

"I don't think you're really good at being indifferent, Director An.

"I'm not talking about your expression. I can tell that you want to talk to me alone."

An Ran slowly took out white gloves from his windbreaker and put them on. This was his strong habit. In most cases, he would only put on gloves when he was about to take out the devouring weapon.

"There are only two of us here now. You can say whatever you want to say, such as... introduce yourself again."

"Windbasket Gate, this is indeed my name."