Alien Executioner

The elevator was running and someone was coming down. An Ran raised his head, thought about it and decided not to absorb nutrients from these corpses.

With Otilia around, any power that manifested itself as Naya's would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Relying solely on the Devouring Weapon and the physical fitness that is the stereotype of a hall executive, he was able to face a group of thugs with ease.

What's more, he also suffers from gluttony, so it seems that the person behind the scenes does not know his identity.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him. It turned out that there was a survivor in the underground garage filled with the smell of blood. Someone sneaked in and was wandering around. An Ran turned around with his pistol and fired the last bullet.

The bullet hit the man's toes, and he was so scared that he knelt on the ground with his hands raised, shaking and trembling.

"Please spare my life, hero. My ancestors for three generations have all been good people..."

Chapter 55: Extremely Evil (VI)

An Ran's face changed slightly. Seeing the man begging for mercy with a wretched look on his face, he quickly recognized his identity: "Is it you?"

"Ange? I finally found a savior!" The other party showed a look of joy and crawled towards the Ferrari, as if he wanted to be saved.

An Ran pointed a gun at the man and forced him to stop. After a few seconds, the man trembled in fear and kowtowed repeatedly.

Ottilia saw that An Ran wanted to say something, and there was an obvious pause for thought in the middle, so she changed her words and said something else.

"Why are you here?"

"This, this, this... I can't explain it clearly. Someone asked me to come here, but I didn't know that a terrorist attack happened suddenly. The phone was not connected and I couldn't log into the Internet!" The other party had a bloody forehead from the knock on his head, and he spoke fluent Federal Mandarin.

Ottilia got out of the car and turned on the flashlight on her phone, illuminating the man's honest and kind face. He was a little fat man, still wearing the evening gown he had worn at the banquet a few days ago.

The dress looked like it was rented and was about to burst, but it was a good thing the guy could wear it for so long.

The fat boy is called Zhou Mingze. He is one of the young people who are traveling with the An family to explore the world. His family background is a giant that monopolizes the shipbuilding industry and has some gangster influence. He is also the white glove of the An family, helping to do some shady things.

An Ran was not very familiar with these young heirs of the family. He could only name a few of them, including Zhou Mingze.

In the past, when An Xin threw her deadly enemy into the sea to feed the sharks, Zhou Mingze was there.

When An Ran was still an intern executive, he discovered that a real estate boss was cooperating with a certain alien organization. In order to force the boss to reveal all the information about the alien organization, he had to use brutal interrogation. However, in order not to implicate the family, Zhou Mingze took his younger brothers to kidnap the boss and tortured him to get the information.

In a sense, Zhou Mingze was An Ran's henchman. But how should I put it? This henchman was also very tactful and never showed that he was very familiar with An Ran in public. Since he became the top director and took control of the intelligence department, he no longer needed this white glove.

An Ran ignored the little fat boy and turned to look at the elevator.

As the indicator light flashed, the elevator door slowly opened and bullets almost poured out, forming a barrage that was difficult to avoid.

Ottilia squatted behind the Ferrari very consciously, and the bullet grazed the headlights of the car.

This group of armed thugs acted without any sense of propriety. One can imagine the decisiveness of the person behind the scenes. An Ran rolled behind the pillar and launched the Devouring Weapon.

The bullet spray stopped as the elevator door was fully opened. The Ferrari's headlights were aimed at the thugs. They did not immediately raise their hands to block the explosive light, but got out of the elevator and dispersed to both sides.

The strong explosive light from the Ferrari formed a deep black curtain on both sides. An Ran swung the black knife and cut the throat of the figure on the right.

Black blood gushed out, and the man covered his throat and stumbled backwards until he was stabbed in the chest by another knife.

An Ran put away his knife, and a blood-red color emerged in the darkness, which was Naya's excitement.

The delicious blood from the alien species aroused deep desires, and those hateful blood-red eyes appeared in the mind.

The leading captain fired a shot and shattered the Ferrari's headlights. When he heard his companion's scream, he turned around abruptly and saw a fleeting flash of blood-red. The devil-like blood-red approached in the blink of an eye, and a figure holding a black knife cut off the arm holding the gun.

The captain fell to the ground in pain. All he could see in the dark was the flash of gunfire. An Ran was like a ghost, killing all the thugs.

The blood of sin after the execution flowed along the tip of the knife. An Ran stood in front of the captain, looking down at him with indifference and contempt.

He stared indifferently at the gap in the man's arm.

The wound did not heal as expected. The captain was not an alien, but he was able to lead this team of aliens.

The man tried hard to see An Ran's face, but it was so blurry and his breath was gradually weakening due to excessive blood loss.

An Ran saw him trying hard to open his mouth, as if he wanted to express something.

"It's...it's him..."

Before the man could finish his words, a gunshot rang out suddenly, and the bullet pierced through the darkness and hit his forehead.

An Ran raised the black knife to cut off the bullet, then looked up and saw Zhou Mingze holding the gun tremblingly, his eyes full of surprise.

"Brother An, why did you let him go? He wanted to hurt you and Her Royal Highness the Princess!" Zhou Mingze asked loudly in confusion.

He pointed the thug's gun at the man. The man was dying and tried to turn his head to look at the person who wanted to kill him.

"You...you!" The man roared in the last moment of his life, his eyes as vicious as a demon's curse.

Another bullet was fired, and was still blocked by An Ran's sword. He did not give Zhou Mingze a chance to finish off the survivor, even though the survivor's life was already coming to an end.

Seeing that he was stopped again, Zhou Mingze was stunned, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

"Why..." he murmured.

An Ran said nothing and walked towards Zhou Mingze with a knife in hand.

"Brother An, you said not to give anyone a chance. Look at his hands. He clearly wants to draw his gun!"

Zhou Mingze was so scared that he fell to his knees again. He didn't look like a nouveau riche at all, but just like a fat dog begging for mercy.

An Ran glanced at him coldly and kicked the gun away.

"what did you just say?"

"He...he wants to draw his gun." Zhou Mingze raised his head.

"What you said the first time I stopped you."

"Brother An, you are confused!" Zhou Mingze did not answer, but explained to himself, "Those thugs wanted to kill you and Her Royal Highness, I just wanted to help you!"

"Did I ever say this is Her Royal Highness the Princess?" An Ran's sword was pressed against his chin, ready to cut his throat at any time.

"This must be what you said, Your Highness the Princess. You must have said it at the banquet. Your Highness the Princess... Your Highness the Princess... Brother An, you wouldn't be like this..." Zhou Mingze stuttered. He was so scared that he spoke without thinking, and his desire to survive was very strong.

"Actually...actually I know this is Her Royal Highness the Princess. Someone saw a woman get into your car. My dad said that you and Her Royal Highness the Princess are engaged. It's rumored that you came to District One this time just for the engagement..." Zhou Mingze licked his lips, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

"Don't trust him!" Ottilia noticed something was wrong and immediately reminded.

She was slightly startled, and then her heart was relieved. An Ran's black knife had already stabbed into Zhou Mingze's chest. Before she could remind him, An Ran had already taken action.

Zhou Mingze stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp black knife. He stepped back regardless of the pain, and a large amount of black blood splattered the moment it was pulled out of his body.

He knelt on the ground, holding his chest, and looked up into An Ran's calm eyes.

"First time meeting you, Count Vdalia." An Ran said calmly about the other party's identity.

Otilia's pupils were shocked.

"Have you recognized me a long time ago..."

The little fat man's pupils were a pale red like a crow man. He looked like Zhou Mingze, but spoke with the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man.

"I knew it the moment you came in."⑵

An Ran's eyes flashed blood red, and in his eyes, Zhou Mingze's face overlapped and doubled, and in the depths was the face in the photo.

"Then why are you still pretending? I actually believed it and thought you really knew it through the title of Her Royal Highness." The little fat man tried to wipe off the blood on his knees, his eyes regretful.

He raised his head and tried to maintain a smile. The wound on his chest had healed.

"You damned guy, you wasted my improvisation. Oh no, you were also improvising. Your acting is amazing. I am really ashamed of myself." V

"Don't get me wrong, I just haven't figured out what to do after I expose your identity because I was hit by a bullet." An Ran said calmly.

"Bullet?" The fat boy didn't understand what it meant.

It was not until he saw An Ran's shoulders and thighs that he realized that the thugs' random shooting before their death was indeed effective and hit the chief director's body.

The little fat boy looked surprised. This couldn't be a better result.

Then he heard a faint, empty voice, like a ghost whispering in his ear.

"If I show that I can still kill you when a human is injured by a gunshot and restricted in movement, it will probably make others suspicious. After all, I can hardly even stand in my current state."

The little fat man frowned and saw the bloodshot in An Ran's eyes.

The next second, a Passenger Car rushed into the underground garage and tried to hit the fat man's back. He sneered at the trick and jumped to dodge.

Then the Mercedes-Benz rushed forward and knocked Ottilia unconscious through the Ferrari before she could react.

Chapter 56: Extremely Evil (VII)

In the darkness, a cold knife came and gently touched her skin. Vidalia woke up and could feel someone standing behind her, holding a sharp weapon against her neck.

There was a pleasant aroma in the air, reminiscent of poppies blooming in the frost, and there was nothing around, not a single light.

Sir Vidalia was confused and had difficulty remembering what had just happened. He tried to stand up, only to realize that he was tied to a chair.

Only then did he remember that he should confront An Ran. The last moment in his memory, Bin Yue, who was controlled by artificial intelligence, knocked the princess unconscious. Then he heard only terrible ridicule and mockery. When he woke up again, he was trapped in a strange place.

Vdalia tried to break free, the old face in the darkness was extremely stunned, her body was too weak to launch phagocytic cells.

He recalled what he could, trying to dig out forgotten details from his swollen and confused brain.

Could the person standing behind him be An Ran? He didn't dare to make a sound, and he was even more convinced that the person behind him was a woman.

Under the influence of the fragrance, it is difficult to concentrate. Anyone who has taken drugs knows that it is not a pleasant feeling. The heart feels empty and uneasy, and there is always a feeling that there is something that must be grasped. The confusion shatters rationality and makes one numb.

Fudalia was lost in thought, trying to guess the identity of the person behind him.

The cool touch came from the sharp blade, like a dagger. If it was An Ran's black and red sickle, the area of ​​the cool touch would not be so small.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he heard subtle movement behind him and suddenly tensed up.

"Don't move, Sir Feldalia." A rather unfamiliar voice came from behind.

It turned out to be a young girl with a clear and quirky voice. She was holding an invisible dagger in her hand, which she gently slid along the man's neck, as if she was sharpening the blade.

Fudalia shuddered, feeling an instinctive fear of the voice. The other party was even more terrifying than An Ran.

This voice obviously did not come from An Xin. The woman's words were cold and cruel. Perhaps it was the third young lady An Xiao.

Fudalia took a deep breath and naturally thought that the other party was a member of the An family. According to that adult, even if she was granted power, it would be difficult to cause any trouble in front of this group of monsters.

But it doesn't matter... Sir Vdalia showed a kind smile like an old man and acted very confident.

Before he could say anything, he heard the girl's puzzled voice behind him.

"I told you not to move, otherwise the bleeding process will be very painful. Friends who have had bleeding know that it is actually very difficult to complete this task. It depends on whether the other party cooperates. Otherwise, I will be as embarrassed as a butcher killing a pig, and that would not be beautiful at all."

"Let...let the blood flow!" Vdalia's voice trembled.

In the darkness, the girl was very satisfied with the man's fear. She stroked his shoulders with her fingers and tapped them lightly, as if bugs were biting the flesh on his shoulders. Vdalia struggled in pain, no longer pretending to be calm, and was left with only wailing.

"You...who are you!"

"Among the An family members who are visiting this time, how many girls are there?"

The man didn't say anything explicitly, but chuckled pleasantly like wind chimes. To be honest, the sound was too terrifying, echoing in the darkness like overlapping mutterings.

"An Xiao...You are An Xiao!" Fudalia shouted the name.

"You're wrong. My obedient yet scheming sister is still very innocent. She tries to be a decisive executive like her brother, but she can't do such a cruel thing as bleeding."

"You are... you are... Anya! You are An Moshu's illegitimate daughter!" Fudalia's face was pale.

The girl hummed, and it was obvious that the answer did not satisfy her. The cold touch pressed on the skin of Vdalia's neck, and with a little force, the pungent smell of blood quickly gushed out and was quickly swallowed up by the fragrance.

Fudalia knew that she was serious. This damn evil ghost really wanted to make him bleed. His thinking ability became extremely limited and he could not think of any countermeasures.

The dagger cut a long wound, and thick black blood mixed with filth dripped out. The stinging pain of being eaten by something tortured the spirit.

"You are... Naya... Yes, Anya is Naya!" Fudalia said with a tearful voice.

"I'm glad you know me. It means we will have a lot of common topics. Sometimes the most important part of a topic is how to open the conversation, commonly known as how to start." Anya tapped the man's unrepaired old face with her dagger.

"Sir Vidalia, trying to murder your niece and the Supreme Director is no small matter. I don't think you have the guts to do it. You are well-known for your debauchery. A sexy old man should be good at ballroom dancing and drinking with women, not planning a murder."

Vidala was in shock.

If the other party was An Xin or An Ran, it would be fine. These executives at least still have some humanity and can at least be stabilized through negotiation.

But the opponent in front of him turned out to be a monster, Naya, the most famous monster in the third area. The rustling noises in the dark should be those tentacles. They were wandering around, coveting the delicious food tied to the chair in front of them.

"Do you think you can force me to tell you by just using such means?" Fudalia sneered.

Anya was slightly surprised, having underestimated this guy's perseverance.

The tentacles could no longer hold back, so she took the dagger and cut the man's old face. More black blood flowed out and gathered on the ground.

"Wait, wait! Can we jump directly to the Beauty Trap? I can't stand the tortures at the beginning!" Vdalia protested.