Alien Executioner

He glanced at Wang Feng's carelessness and gave up investigating the body. Just as he was about to push down the wall, he heard him say:

"It's a young one, um... I guess it's a slime monster like a slime, which wrapped around his body and devoured him from the outside."

"Okay, the guessing game ends here. No matter what the truth is, it has nothing to do with the Shang we are looking for."

Anya turned her head and looked at him coldly, then turned around and pushed down the wall, and a dark empty passage that was dark enough to swallow the flames appeared before her eyes.

Wang Feng shrugged and said nothing more. His guess was a bit unreasonable and had no evidence or logic to support it.

So the two of them no longer lingered in this homeless den. As they went deeper for dozens of meters, the arm-wide ditches converged into a four-meter drainage channel.

Wang Feng held a black umbrella, like a butler following behind the girl. He raised the flashlight in his left hand and illuminated the top.

The phagocytes in the body are restless; they smell hostility, a hostility that comes from prying eyes.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there was a pair of eyes waiting for me.

Wang Feng took a step forward and held the second young lady's shoulder, his eyes staring straight ahead. After a few meters, the sound of diving came from the end.

"There is a situation."

"How did you know?"

Anya also lowered her voice. She did hear the sound of diving, but it was a few seconds after Wang Feng reminded her.

The man made preparations in advance, but the tentacles seemed slow to react.

Wang Feng did not answer. He took his hand away from the girl's shoulder and rubbed his nose. The sharpness at that moment disappeared and he turned back into the carefree Old Wang.

Anya didn't have time to ask more questions. The sound kept echoing in the front, and something was flapping in the water, like a group of happy ducks.

No, a group of...

There is no heartbeat.

She stopped, her eyes glowing red.

……

The long sewer is like the esophagus of a big black worm. The unknown at the end is a stomach that can digest everything. The facilities of the drainage pool vibrate all around. The long roar comes from the large machine at the top of the drain. This place is far away from the center of the sewer system in Santa Ana City. It is considered a small corner. The pipes hanging at the top continuously transport waste liquid.

No one could imagine that this was just a small branch of the city's sewer network. At the end of the dead end was an iron gate, outside which was a large amount of unprocessed garbage. This was the back door of the underground factory and also the least valued place.

It also gives homeless people the opportunity to build nests. Perhaps they have already known about the existence of homeless people and don't care too much.

Ten seconds later, the sound of the iron gate opening covered up other noises, followed by the sound of reckless footsteps. They were a group of yellow-clad guards, like the staff of the Nuclear Energy Research Institute wearing protective clothing, holding submachine guns in their hands and large-caliber pistols on their waists.

They were obviously not police officers. Except for the third district, even the possession of Devouring Weapons was not considered illegal, let alone firearms. These fully armed yellow-clad guards climbed up the iron mesh stairs to a high place and looked down at the drainage pool below.

The guards seemed to be out on patrol, but after a while, they all took out cigarettes from their pockets. The sound of lighters lighting up released the pent-up emotions in their hearts. The smoke was filled as if they were in heaven. They finally sighed with a long-lost smile on their faces.

The Tananya family's secret factory is conducting dangerous research. Even the guards who enjoy their freedom feel embarrassed by the pressure. The team leader will secretly take the team out to smoke every two hours to relieve the pressure. During this process, the iron gate will not be closed, and some scientific researchers will slip out.

The man in the white coat slowly climbed up to the platform. This was the best place to smoke and had been occupied by the guards long ago. The guards made way for him when they saw him. The captain in the lead rested his right hand on the iron fence with a cigarette in his left hand.

"Was that the third batch of 'experimental products'?" The captain handed the cigarette box and lighter to the man and continued to look at the drainage pool.

Ten minutes ago, a batch of experimental products escaped from the factory and jumped into the drainage pool. The truth is that the person in charge of the factory did it deliberately, hoping that these experimental products would spread throughout the city through the sewers to obtain various data.

Most of the first two batches of experimental products were destroyed by the executive officers, but the Tananya family was able to obtain relevant data through the Countermeasures Bureau, and the factory continued the next experiment based on these data.

The man in the white coat took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the smoke blurred his contact lenses.

There was a faint golden light in his eyes, which quickly faded away, and then he lowered his head and sneered.

"This batch of experimental subjects is very perfect. They already have the initial ability to 'host'. This time I want to let them imitate Shang's parasitism and try... in the form of dreams."

"This world is ultimately firmly in the hands of us new people." The captain laughed, "The gods of the old era... were eventually replaced. I have high hopes for you, sir, but..."

The captain shuddered as he spoke and looked ahead. There seemed to be something moving in the darkness, and the sound of something moving back and forth was drowned out by the noise of the facilities working.

Chapter 63 Stealth: Blood Red (V)

what is that?

An inexplicable cold wind blew in from the deep darkness, as if it was an invisible ghost. The coldness was much more effective in boosting one's spirits than nicotine. The captain shivered, thinking that his clothes were not thick enough. The protective suit's warmth-retaining effect was top-notch, but it couldn't stop the creepy feeling in his heart.

The man in the white coat seemed to have noticed something as well and raised his head slightly so that he could see farther.

The faint echo, as if caused by the wind brushing against the wall, lasted only for a moment, but such a moment appeared several times. The sound gradually became clearer, as if something was approaching. The guards stopped talking and laughing, and they all looked over.

strangeness.

What exactly is this feeling?

It was as if I was being stared at by a gigantic monster, with mockery, murderous intent, sarcasm, contempt... It was a strange look.

This sewer is the back door of the factory, but it is almost completely sealed. A few months ago, a homeless man accidentally found it and used it as a shelter. The guards did not rush to drive him away. After two months of observation, they finally recognized the man's identity. It was Lalo, who was wanted worldwide by the Countermeasures Bureau.

So the man in the white coat decided to keep him. A guy who had sneaked into the FACA headquarters and was wanted could not be a spy undercover. There was no doubt about it. It just so happened that they needed such a person, but they were not ready to contact him yet...

But now the other end of the sewer has become quite strange. The inner pressure from a long distance makes the guards sweat profusely. They can't tell why, they only know that there is a monster approaching at the end where their sight disappears.

"The third batch of test subjects?"

The captain expressed his guess, maybe this guy really succeeded, and the secret factory existed just to create gods.

"Nonsense." The man in the white coat retorted in a low voice.

"no?"

"If that's the case, I'd be very excited, but I know the third batch of experimental subjects. The only purpose they were created for is to 'host' others, to imitate Shang's hosting ability and thus control others." The man said, "There's nothing else."

"What's going on now?" The captain touched his chest anxiously.

He tried to take a deep breath to steady his heartbeat. Even though he saw nothing, his breathing became inexplicably rapid.

"Executor?"

"It would be fine if it was really the executive officer, but I'm afraid it's not." The man in the white coat put out his cigarette, pulled out a pistol from the captain's waist and pointed it forward, "Maybe someone got lost. I heard that Milo became a traitor."

"Xinmin really did some shaman act?"

"Shaman dance? Do you mean that the sacrificial ceremony is a completely unnecessary and superfluous action?" The man was stunned.

"It's this act that refers to the ritual. I want to know if Xinmin really did something that absurd."

"This is not something you should know. We can be friends. When you understand each other more deeply, you will be close to death." The man said thoughtfully, "If I were you, I would definitely not ask too many questions. Don't be distracted. Something is coming."

The strange movement stopped, as if someone was standing in front of them, but there was nothing in sight.

Everyone held their breath, and surprisingly agreed that there was an invisible being lurking around. What a terrible sense of oppression. The space fell into a dead silence with only the sound of the fan spinning. The man looked up and saw a rat lying on the transport pipe.

Squeak—accompanied by the sound of a mouse, its soft little body fell over and fell into the drainage pool below.

The man suddenly realized something and yelled, "In the water!"

The guards raised their hands and fired at the same time. The submachine guns were equipped with Aurora sights, and the light beams mixed into the pool. Then the gunshots exploded, shocking the man in the white coat so much that he covered his ears. The bullets were fired like crazy, and the noise even alarmed the inside of the factory.

When the gunfire stopped, someone turned on the flashlight and shone it into the drainage pool. A slender snake-like figure floated up, its body almost shattered by bullets, and black blood was constantly gushing out. The pungent fishy smell could actually penetrate the protective clothing and enter the nasal cavity. Everyone subconsciously covered their noses.

They were silent. This was the corpse of an experimental subject, a product from Deagos' dream. The Tananya family went to the second district and captured some half-snake monsters. They did not disappear with Deagos' death, so they were used for experiments.

The man in the white coat frowned. The situation in front of him was unexpected. He waved his hand to signal the guards to fish out the body. This was indeed a product of the factory's experiments, and the body was full of bullet holes.

"Turn over," the man said.

The guards turned the body over again, and everyone took two steps back in fear. The back of the half-snake man's body had been cut off, revealing its white bones, as if it had been bitten off by something. It was already dead before the random gunfire.

There was another gust of wind, and one of the guards shivered. He paced uncomfortably, pausing for half a second, looking a little stiff.

This attracted the attention of the man in the white coat. The man had noticed something was wrong with this strange wind from the beginning. Every time it blew, a guard would shiver. The guard who had shivered would not shiver a second time, and his body would become briefly uncoordinated.

That was not a gust of wind, but an airflow generated by something moving at high speed. The exhaust fan was constantly working outwards, so how could there be a tailwind in the sewer?

He narrowed his eyes and kept guessing. At this time, the captain patted him on the shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, they are just test subjects. It will be troublesome if the doctor knows that we are slacking off."

"I always feel like something is wrong..."

"You are too suspicious, sir. Working in such a hellhole for too long will kill you. A salary of 100,000 a month is not enough."

The captain took the gun from him and put it on his waist, and also took back the cigarette box.

"Let's go. I really like what the doctor said. If the pressure is too great, just give him a raise. Maybe he can raise it to $200,000 next year."

"You really don't think something is wrong?" the man asked in a low voice.

"How could that be?" the captain was confused.

"I think we can't go back..."

The captain was stunned for a moment, turned around, and found that there were only two people left on the platform.

He lowered his head. The guards had gathered in front of the iron staircase at some point. They all raised their heads and stared at him intently.

The guards changed silently, their faces in the protective suits were all numb, like zombie puppets.

They are the devil's messengers, their eyes are lit with cruel blood, this is a blood-red feast.

The language of ritual sacrifice, the master of stealth... the terrible whisper came from the depths of darkness, and the black and red figure.

The spider web of tentacles had blocked the entire sewer at some point, and the black and red tentacles were opening up like flowers.

Deep inside, Naia.

She comes, she comes again, always lurking in the darkness. In the past few days, the night of Santa Ana has become her home.

The captain raised his gun but was stopped by the man. He turned his head in confusion, only to see the man sighing, taking out a cigarette from his pocket skillfully, and lighting it with trembling hands.

The man exhaled a long puff of smoke, as if he knew the outcome.

"Will you kneel first or should I?"⑷

Chapter 64 Stealth of Blood Red (VI)

the other side--

The searchlights above flashed regularly, and every fifteen minutes, the reservoir inspectors would leave.

A few seconds later, the giant water tank revealed a wretched face. Wang Feng was the first to sneak into the factory. He jumped into the sewer twenty minutes ago, struggled with the sewage for a long time, and took great pains to dismantle the iron net of the pipe, and then crawled in.

This factory was built underground and connected to the sewer. It was just a scientific research institute for testing water quality, but in fact, it was conducting some unknown experiments. The guards were all vicious thugs who worked for money and pointed their guns at any suspicious person.

Wang Feng stuck his head out and struggled to grab the iron pipe on the inner wall of the reservoir, climbing up step by step. After he was freed, he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the cigarettes and lighter that were protected in a waterproof bag from his clothes, and lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

There is an iron plate hanging on the wall opposite the reservoir, engraved with a warning sign for high-risk operations, and below it are the three numbers 004.

The underground secret factory in Tananiya City, code-named "004β", was confirmed to be conducting an experiment called "New People's Heart" based on the results of investigations in the past few days.

He lowered his head and took a deep look at the pool, then threw the cigarette butt into the pool and turned around to observe the current illusion.

Two meters above, there was a circle of iron mesh and more than a dozen closed iron doors. Fortunately, he saw the door through which the guard left, so he took out the engraved key that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and slowly climbed up to the door.

Through the gap, there was darkness behind the door. It seemed to be a small corridor of only a few meters, with four doors on each side.

He took out a wet little box from his inner layer of clothes, took out a thick contact lens from it and put it on. His vision suddenly brightened.

This is a product developed by Anjia Technology a few years ago, night vision infrared contact lenses. Since the problem of power storage has not been solved yet, the maximum duration of this lens is ten minutes, but it is enough to solve the current situation.

However, the iron door in front of him was brand new, without any rust, and there was no keyhole on the outside, completely sealed to the outside.

This also explains why there was someone standing guard inside the door when the guard came out for patrol just now.

The only keyhole was inside, so all the preparation for engraving the key was in vain. Wang Feng did not get into trouble and threw the key into the pool casually.

Wang Feng did not intend to attack by force, as that would cause a lot of noise. He was just a henchman paving the way for the Second Young Lady, and obviously he could not do anything too dangerous, otherwise he would suffer a great loss.

At this moment, a heavy black shadow appeared in the gap. The guards who had just returned suddenly turned back, apparently realizing something.

The moment the guard pushed the door open, he fell to the ground. The second companion was shocked and saw the lazy man standing in front of him rubbing his eyes, holding a bloody silver knife in his hand. It was too late for him to shoot again, and his throat was cut by the knife.

The reservoir was a great help. With the dull sound of water falling, the two bodies sank to the bottom of the pool.

"Jixian." Wang Feng whistled proudly, weighing the pass in his hand.

Ahead was a low and narrow passage with four doors on both sides of the passage. When the guards appeared, there was no sound of iron doors opening and closing, which meant that they did not come out from one of the doors.

As expected, there is a turn at the end of the passage, but it is difficult to find due to the dim vision. Without a map, it is impossible to move forward. Wang Feng moved forward cautiously with the Devouring Weapon in hand. Looking up, he found that the wall seemed to be splashed with paint, and there was a sense of uneasiness in the air.

In such a place where one cannot move his fists and feet, Devouring Force is completely inferior to Devouring Cells. However, for Wang Feng, his alien identity is a trump card. He cannot reveal his true strength to the enemy and make the other party mistakenly believe that he is just an executive.

This factory is not as big as imagined, but it is definitely not small. It is like a maze that is constantly dividing. It is obviously unnecessary to want to clear a way for the second young lady. Compared with the second young lady, he is the one most likely to be lost.

Soon he stopped and saw another divided passage in front of him. The backs of several guards were getting farther and farther away.

These guards have clear division of labor and patrol various areas. Logically, there must be a person in charge of dispatching them, and that person in charge will soon notice that a guard is missing, and he will not be able to hide like a rat for long.