Alien Executioner

Gopechido, a native of District 1, was born in Michelaborg and was originally a physical education teacher in a high school.

The database showed that the man had lost contact four years ago, and the Michelle Fort Police Department listed him as missing, and then nothing happened.

"Cultist?" Nanasha reacted when she saw the man.

"Do you know him?" An Ran walked up to her.

"When I was an intern executive officer, I investigated Gopechido. At that time, there was a sweep of the Mordor Church, which was a newly born evil cult."

Nanasha swiped her fingers across the screen, and the densely packed list of information made her eyes tired.

"The Mordor Church only existed for two months, with very few members. It was originally just a university club. Gopechido was the seventh president of the club. It is said that this club has secrets about God, and only the president has the opportunity to access them." (

"I have some impression." The deputy director of the scientific research department shrugged. He was an Eastern Slav, a confidant trained by Wang Feng.

The deputy minister's face looks very bohemian, and his flowing golden hair easily reminds people of a nobleman in a novel. Compared with the rough and sturdy men in the first district, he looks gentle and elegant, very gentlemanly.

"Phoenix, I thought you would stop interrupting me when you were in charge of the headquarters. When will this old habit be cured?" Nanasha frowned.

Phoenix, the new deputy director of the Research Department, was originally the chief doctor of the Polaris Research Institute. Five months ago, Wang Feng proposed to fill the vacancy at the Supreme Conference. An Ran was responsible for signing the appointment documents, so he was transferred to the headquarters.

It must be said that Wang Feng, this psychopath, is very good at finding companions. After just one month of getting along with him, An Ran knew what kind of person Phoenix was. Although he was excellent and did things neatly and never procrastinated, he was also a freak with a big nerve and a crazy temper at the slightest provocation.

At this moment, Phoenix shrugged lazily. To him, although the data of the headless corpse was complicated and strange, it was not enough to arouse his interest. He was still used to expressing his disdain to the director.

"Haha, don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you've been transferred to the headquarters." Nanasha rubbed her hands with a sneer.

Phoenix ignored the woman and turned to the director and said slowly:

"Mr. Director, if you want to find the assassin among these cultists, I think the benefit is too small. There are so many cultists in the first district, and it is not enough to find clues just from the social relationship at this level. The Mordo Church was uprooted when Gopechido was in office, and all the members except him were destroyed. He himself disappeared for several years because of this."

"Dr. Phoenix, compared to the whereabouts of my assassin, I would rather know the secret of this body." An Ran said respectfully with a smile.

Except for Wang Feng, An Ran treated all the research members equally and respectfully called them Doctor.

His eyes fell on the critical value of phagocytes. Gopechido was supposed to be just an A-level alien, but he possessed the devouring power of a super alien.

A small antelope body stuffed with a lion's heart could unleash the power of a ferocious beast, but the body could hardly bear it.

This is why these crows appeared so weak. The feeling they gave him was even no less than that of Banshang. After a brief burst of super alien strength, they immediately weakened.

Phoenix obviously knows An Ran's focus. The reason why he can become the supreme director is not just about superficial strength, but also keen judgment and vicious focus are required.

"Obviously, these phagocytes do not belong to Gopechido." He said something that even Brahman could not explain.

"Cover!" Brahman suddenly realized.

"Covered? Well, it would be more appropriate to say parasite." Phoenix said expressionlessly.

"Do you have any data on 'Drunken Dream'?" An Ran asked.

"That new drug?" Phoenix shook his head regretfully. "It existed before I was transferred. I have to admit that Polaris Research Institute did explore self-harm. We did research for a month without sleeping, but there was no breakthrough."

Wang Feng at the side came in and said, "I've seen the data report from the Polaris Research Institute. The difficulties they face are very similar to those in the research on the blood of the ancient gods."

"Can't analyze it?"

"It seems that our Director An's memory is getting better and better." Wang Feng joked, "It's difficult for Director An to answer. He knows nothing about research data."

An Ran looked at Wang Feng's face with disdain. Phoenix then retrieved the information about "Drunken Dream". It looked like a small glass of wine and often appeared in bars and nightclubs. The most in-depth analysis so far only revealed a mysterious substance.

"A 'protein' similar to the blood of the ancient gods, the former possesses insane aggressiveness and can devour any substance and change it, just like the crazy Second Empire before." Phoenix made an inappropriate analogy.

"The protein in drugs like 'Drunken Dream' is completely the opposite. It has extremely strong compatibility. Even white blood cells will not regard it as an enemy. Logically speaking, as long as it is a foreign substance, white blood cells will first show suspicion and then decide whether to eliminate it."

"Is this why it has no effect on humans?" Nanasha was surprised. "What about the alien species?"

"It will continue to spread phagocytes, forcing a phagocyte to spread several times or even dozens of times." Phoenix smiled, "It's really a strong medicine, but it doesn't mean it is superior to Serum No. 4. After all, that serum can turn ordinary animals into freaks, and Serum No. 5 is a combination of these two, but it's not pure."

"Why are you talking about this now?" Nanasha couldn't help but question.

"I reported it to the minister, but we all know he is old-fashioned and doesn't care at all. He is still Tananya's most loyal lackey."

"So the ingredients of Drunken Dreams are very similar to the Blood of the Ancient God, both of them come from Shang, right?" An Ran asked.

"Yes, it's a Shang." Phoenix smiled and joked, "So Director An, you are here just for Shang."

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the laboratory became excited.

Unlike the executive officers, the biggest dream of these researchers is to analyze the body of God.

The world knows about Director An's massacre, but unfortunately no bodies were left. The wreckage of Deiagus completely disappeared in the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean and has not been salvaged to this day.

Nanasha's face changed into many different emotions in just a few seconds. She lowered her voice and asked softly:

"director?"

"I don't want there to be a real Shang in the first zone." An Ran's tone was lukewarm. He knew that there were people from the Tananiya family in the Polaris Research Institute.

Wang Feng has already alerted the enemy, and he can no longer show that he has any ulterior motives.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Otilia's voice: "Is there a chance to have lunch today?"

Among the crowd, only Phoenix's pupils contracted, but he controlled himself very well and stared at the screen calmly.

Wang Feng rubbed his nose and saw everything.

"Someone wants you dead, and they're right around you." Wang Feng stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest.

"As long as you are not that person, what do I have to worry about?" An Ran walked out of the research institute, thought of something, and looked back at the sloppy man.

"I need a complete copy of 'Drunken Dream', can you help me get it?"

"In this process, many things will happen..."

"Just say you need to spend money, there's no need to be so academic."

"Okay, young master, don't worry. No matter what kind of difficulties you face, I will always be your reliable little brother." Wang Feng smiled and rubbed his thumb and index finger, implying that this would be a huge financial war.

An Ran was still a little worried, so after thinking for a while, he handed over his Devouring Weapon.

Wang Feng was flattered, "What are you doing?"

"If anything happens to you, I'll be very distressed."

"No, no, how can I use your Devouring Weapon?" He refused to accept the black knife's punishment, and the serious expression that lasted for three seconds quickly collapsed, and he chuckled.

"I actually have something better."

"I knew it." An Ran nodded.

Even so, An Ran noticed that Wang Feng was staring at the Devouring Weapon in his hand.

It is a rare, sad lingering feeling for family affection.

The Devouring Sorrow used to make the Black Blade Sanction was provided by Wang Feng.

Chapter 52: Extremely Evil (Part )

The agreed time was at noon, and Ottilia stood on the street waiting for a long time.

The woman had a blank expression on her face. An Ran drove a Ferrari and slowly stopped the car. The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Ottilia got into the car like this, wearing a simple and low-key straight down jacket, and sat in the passenger seat with her eyes closed to rest.

Click——

As the shutter clicked, the cowboys team that followed from the third district completed their mission, and the van stopped behind the billboard.

An Ran stepped on the accelerator and glanced at the rearview mirror.

No matter what time it was, there were always some cowboys wandering around him, but he habitually chose to ignore them. Usually, these cowboys could not produce any explosive scandals, because Master An was too boring. Except when accompanying his family, there was always only one person in the car.

Ottilia didn't say much. She didn't mind appearing in the same frame with An Ran.

The Ferrari drove into the traffic and quickly left the van behind. An Ran opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The atmosphere in the car was silent. The introverted man was paired with the cold and arrogant girl. Such an incredible combination seemed like it shouldn't exist.

The weather is fine today, a good day for a date. No wonder the Cowboys' eyes are shining. Master An was assassinated not long ago, and now he picked up a woman in the car, and the direction he is driving is not the An mansion. No matter how you think about it, there must be an affair.

There was no adultery, but there was a spooky, depressing atmosphere. Ottilia finally couldn't help it and looked at him dimly.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"It took some time to contact the rental company. The family's cars must have been monitored and tracked by your Tananya family."

"So you chose to rent a Ferrari from a car rental company that my family invested in." Ottilia said expressionlessly.

An Ran was a little surprised because this car was rented by the unreliable Wang Feng.

Mr. An has no shortage of means of transportation, but it is rare that he needs to rent a car under someone else's name.

Because Wang Feng alerted the enemy in order to collect intelligence, the Tananiya family is on high alert. Everything related to the An family will be tracked at all times. Artificial intelligence Zero can indeed turn them blind. If they do so, it will undoubtedly tell the other party that the An family is about to take action.

When An Ran was hesitating whether to contact the black car dealership, Wang Feng volunteered to make up for his mistake, claiming that he could get a luxury car that could avoid being tracked by the Tananiya family.

After a long and deep thought, he finally decided to give Wang Feng this opportunity. Perhaps everyone has their own strengths.

Except for my father.

Now to be more precise, she should be called "mother".

He suppressed his anger and let out a long sigh. The Ferrari came from Tanania, which meant that his whereabouts had been exposed.

The premise is that Otilia is "innocent" in the Tananya family, and An Ran is betting that she can perceive his thoughts.

"But you're lucky that Tananya can't track this Ferrari," Otilia told him coldly.

"This car is yours." An Ran concluded.

Ottilia's pupils shrank slightly, and she was a little surprised. Every time she was about to tell a little truth, this man would always answer her first.

"how do you know?"

"Judging from what you said before, 'But you are lucky', after thinking about it, only this answer can be considered lucky for me." An Ran shrugged.

Ottilia turned her head and looked at his face for a long time, surprised at how sensitive this man was.

Although there are many first-class executives in this world, these quasi-palaces and real palaces seem to have only the difference in title. In fact, the palace executives have sensory abilities that exceed the limits of ordinary people. An Ran of the Devil's Palace is a good example.

After all, he is the only man with a public video that can show speed that exceeds that of aliens. The rumor of gluttony is widely spread, and only a few people understand that this man does not need the help of gluttony. He is a natural battlefield leader and a tyrant that aliens fear.

Ottilia withdrew her gaze, feeling a little deflated, and pointed coldly out the window.

She indicated that this was the destination, and An Ran parked the car in the parking lot, his dim vision burying the reflection in the front window.

This is the place Ottilia chose for dinner, the Canary Royal Chinese Restaurant, whose name can easily lead to misunderstanding.

This restaurant does not serve canary fish, but only serves fried rice with egg. The restaurant is well-known far and wide and has driven a group of Eastern Slavs crazy.

The two walked into the underground elevator, close to each other. An Ran deliberately moved away, and Otilia followed closely behind with an expressionless face. ⑴

"Am I scary? You keep hiding from me like this." The girl said coldly.

An Ran didn't look Otilia in the eye, but took two steps away again, frowning slightly and analyzing the problem seriously.

"It's just for your own good." He said calmly, "I don't want others to misunderstand it and affect you."

He looked at the woman in the wall mirror with a reserved look, while Otilia behind him had no expression on her face.

When it comes to controlling emotions, the princess is no less capable than Master An.

Unless you really can't help it.

"You are the princess. You can't hide your identity for your whole life. There will always be a day when it will be revealed. We shouldn't have too much contact with each other."

"I don't care."

Otilia quietly took a half step forward and moved closer to the man, not caring about the consequences.

The elevator door opened and the waiter bowed with a smile on his face: "Excuse me, is this Miss Natasha and your husband? The seats have been reserved. Please follow me."

Natasha is Ottilia's pseudonym. She has the means to use her Ferrari to avoid her family's tracking, which means she also has the ability to avoid her family. This also means that she is ready to help An Ran hide his tracks, even if she is very reluctant.

An Ran didn't explain too much. She just looked at the waiter again to deepen his impression, and then followed Ottilia to the corner.

As soon as we sat down, the waiter handed us the menu with a smile.

He was stunned.

There were nineteen items on the menu, all of which were egg fried rice. Corn, ham and egg fried rice, Xiangpiao home-cooked soy sauce fried rice, egg and shredded radish fried rice... The words "egg fried rice" gradually became distorted in my eyes until I couldn't recognize them anymore.

An Ran closed the menu and faced the waiter's enthusiastic smile. After a while, she finally uttered two words:

"Thank you."

"Two golden feasts, thank you."