Alien Executioner

"I don't really want to. That's very violent, and I don't really like violence."

"How can you say such words?" The little Loli was surprised.

"There are only two people on the other side. They are humans who have taken serum. Their physical fitness is close to that of alien species, but their heart and head cannot withstand bullets." An Ran patted her shoulder, "So you are enough, right, the great master of the sewers."

"That's true." Ronnie began to get carried away and bent down to pick up the shotgun and put it on her shoulder.

An Ran lowered her head and lit a cigarette and said, "Didn't you say you were willing to be my bed-warming maid for ten years? Forget about warming the bed, but I really need a super maid with fighting ability. I always thought you were a mascot with no advantages and nothing good. Now it seems that you have slapped me in the face."

Ronnie became even more proud. She rushed into the living room carrying a shotgun that was not much smaller than her height. Then there was a violent gunfight. Bullets were fired recklessly, which was a bit deafening.

An Ran raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and the cigarette in his mouth fell.

"Oh my god, this firepower is outrageous, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." The little blonde girl threw away the shotgun and returned empty-handed, raising her hands in surrender while running.

The gunfight stopped suddenly. I guess the other side was also surprised why the guy who picked up the gun and attacked was just a harmless little girl.

"you……"

An Ran looked at her hesitantly.

"You're just playing around, right? You just didn't have enough fun and didn't want it to end so quickly, right?"

"It's just too painful. The tearing and burning from the bullets hitting my body also hurts, okay? I'm still just a larva, and larvae are also suffering. Faith is not popular these days, and no one feeds me. Finding food is like picking up garbage. I can only expand the evil god business, but the sewers are occupied by that bastard named Shagbas!"

As Loni spoke, she began to complain. She was also very miserable. Although the Shang clan was like gods, young Shang and adult Shang were two completely different extremes.

"So you need some help." An Ran paused for a few seconds, "Will my blood do the trick?"

"Is it really possible?" Loni jumped up and stammered to express her excitement.

"Forget it. Seeing how happy you are, I know this is definitely not a good idea. The secret of my blood has always been a mystery." An Ran took out his gloves and put them on, then pulled out a silver gun from his arms. "I have done experiments before. Even though the monsters I created only have a short lifespan, they are as terrifying as demons. You will probably go crazy if you drink it."

Loni was very unwilling and rubbed her two fingers towards him as if asking for money.

"I don't really need your blood, just a little bit of tentacle flesh will do."

"I thought the Shang people would be afraid to use my tentacles as food." An Ran thought of the terrified Bagshas at that time. It was very resistant when it was about to be touched by Nayase's tentacles.

"That's not the case. Anyway..."

Just as he finished speaking, the two saw a head popping out from the depths and then quickly retracting. Perhaps the two had been chatting for too long, and the sniper wanted to confirm whether they were still alive or had evacuated.

"I'm not going to say any more. I don't believe it even without your help!" Ronnie yelled and cursed, carrying a rocket launcher that she had gotten from somewhere.

An Ran grabbed her shoulders and snatched the shoulder-fired rocket launcher, "Where did you get this thing from!"

"I'm going to use this hidden backup energy and the power I've accumulated with great difficulty over the past half month to fucking explode with them!" The little blonde girl ran in with a rocket launcher in her hand, determined to die together with them.

An Ran didn't want to make a big noise here, and as half of his face twisted to take on the outline of Naya, his deep red eyes fell on the depths where the snipers were. His tentacles swept through the shadows of the corner of the wall and lifted up the two dying snipers.

"I don't want to attract the police." An Ran grabbed the rocket launcher and put it on the ground, only to see that there were no shells inside.

Seeing this, Loni shrugged, "I was trying to bluff."

……

The sniper opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the car with a pistol pressed against his temple. It was the aggressive little blonde girl just now.

The man in the driver's seat was wiping the watch cover on his wrist, his head lowered and his hair hanging down.

"Purpose." An Ran only said two words, very briefly.

"Execute the man you meet." The sniper was very sensible.

"Execution, not assassination. What is the true identity of the man you are going to execute?"

"I am the executor. I don't know his identity. My mission is to execute him." The sniper replied.

“All information for employers.”

"I can't say." The sniper had a bottom line. He closed his eyes calmly, waiting to be shot in the head at any time.

An Ran did not ask any more questions upon seeing this, but snapped his fingers to signal to shoot. He never spared worthless people, not to mention that when they entered the room, they were met with a hail of bullets, which was enough to prove that the two snipers carrying submachine guns were desperate criminals who did not mind shooting the top director of FACA.

Ronnie nodded, and just as she was about to pull the trigger, the sniper suddenly opened his eyes.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! I'll tell you what I'm saying!"

Chapter 135 Give Naya the Green Light

"The employer was a well-dressed fellow, how should I put it? A little bald, an old man, like an executive, wearing a tailor-made black suit and a pair of... reading glasses, I think he was a little farsighted."

The sniper had his hands cuffed with silver handcuffs and slowly described the appearance of his employer, a very serious old man with the aura of an executive.

But he didn't know who his employer was, which was not surprising. The person who hired the sniper would not tell the hired person his information, and the hired person did not need any information about the employer, only a simple contact method and the information of the sniper target.

He smoked the cigarette that An Ran personally handed to him, and for the first time he felt that this legendary man was quite friendly, not aggressive, and did not look at anyone with a critical eye. The contempt and disdain that any superior had for ordinary people could not be reflected in this man.

Director An is only 23 years old, and he will be 24 in a few months. After all, he has just become a man.

The sniper smiled, and suddenly remembered a detail.

"And." His face changed slightly. "I remember that when the employer gave me the target's information, he accidentally revealed a gold handkerchief with the Tananiya family crest on it."

"It sounds a bit like that old minister." An Ran lowered his head and made a judgment.

"Didn't you secretly take him to the headquarters of the third district?" Loni also felt very strange.

An Ran took out his cell phone and accessed the FACA system database with the authority of the highest director. Countless intelligence and logs appeared on the screen, including all personnel transfers.

He stared at her for quite a while, then he calmed down, became silent, and had a serious look in his eyes.

"The escort helicopter lost contact."

……

The local countermeasures bureau in Santa Ana is also the location of the FACA branch in District 1.

Nanasha rushed into the conference room in high heels. She was surrounded by high-precision metal walls and a large screen with light blue fluorescence. All the branch executives were waiting there, except for her.

As the acting director of the branch, she sat in her deputy director's seat because the director's position was already occupied. An Ran was looking down at the small electronic screen on the conference table and didn't mind at all that someone was late.

"What I have been worried about has finally happened. How could that old guy surrender so easily?" said the local operations director.

The director of the operations department is from the third district. He was originally Zhou Bowen’s confidant and was transferred to the first district branch as director a year ago.

"I have already reported it to the headquarters. The intelligence department of the headquarters is investigating the helicopter. It will be quick." The director of the intelligence department kept looking at An Ran, his immediate superior. "I have also dispatched three intelligence teams to carry out missions at the scene of the incident."

Hearing this, Nanasha finally understood what had happened and her originally confused look turned into shock. The old minister was arrested for colluding with Xinmin and other alien organizations, but the helicopter escorting him to the headquarters had no news and was completely disconnected.

We should have arrived at the headquarters this morning, but no one was seen there yet. No matter what means of contact we took, it was useless. The helicopter disappeared into the world, and even the artificial intelligence Zero could not find or monitor the helicopter.

"That guy ran away?" Nanasha was shocked.

"You just found out about this. You thought you knew everything." The deputy director of operations shrugged.

"The helicopter escorting them has two second-class elites and a quasi-palace first-class elite. It's impossible for the old minister to escape on his own." An Ran raised his head and glanced at everyone.

"It can be judged that there is still a group that has not given up on him. The power contained in this unknown group is stronger than we imagined. Just a minute ago, I learned from the military that the 7th Division of the 3rd Northern Combined Fleet stationed on Heibar Island launched two training missiles, and the Navy Command said that no order to launch missiles was issued."

Nanasha glanced at the map with a serious expression: "The fastest and safest route for the escort helicopter to fly directly to the headquarters includes Black Bar Island."

"But all traces of authorization within the Navy Commander were completely eliminated, and there was no way to trace who authorized it behind the scenes. This is a very rare situation."

"How come Zero can't trace the authorization?"

Nanasha was very puzzled. As the world's largest artificial intelligence computer, its database included almost everything. All authorizations, big and small, from the military and navy would leave traces in the database. Even if they wanted to erase the traces, they had to be erased from Zero's database.

Unless that person has zero...gray authority!

Everyone looked at each other and thought of this. They could accept any result. A force close to or possibly the Xinmin and Tananiya families was behind the scenes, using tricks and the network of relationships in the fleet to shoot down the helicopter in the name of an exercise...

But erasing the traces of authorization is too ridiculous. Who can erase Zero's database information? It can only be gray and white permissions, but there are only four people in the world who have gray and white permissions. The permissions of two of them have been invalidated. In addition to Director An Xin, there is another one in the hands of Zero's creator.

But that person had been dead for decades, and the permissions were treated as invalid, but they still hadn't been reclaimed.

If you think about it this way, the opponent's power is really huge. Having zero gray and white authority means that FACA, this huge violent machine, is transparent in their eyes.

An Ran tapped his fingers on the table, pretending to be deep in thought. He was considering whether to reveal the details about the Tananiya family.

He did not tell these senior executives about the sniper, which involved the Black Goat Deacon.

In a sense, the Black Goat Deacon is indeed his companion. This power, which is closely related to Sister Tang, may play a role in the future. It is always good to help them hide appropriately.

In fact, it is needless to say that they would naturally think of the Tananiya family. The old minister was a well-known Tananiya family licker and a guest of honor. Xinmin did flee in a panic, but the forces that bet on Xinmin were still intact.

Some are still watching, while others are already undercurrents - of course, most of the forces trying to do something have been cleared out by the An family.

In the end, he could only hold his forehead with a headache.

"It's a very troublesome situation. Some people don't want the old minister to be taken to the headquarters. Either he plays an irreplaceable role for those people, or he knows a lot, so much that those people have no choice but to take risks and expose themselves to us."

"Leave this matter to me, Director." Nanasha looked at him firmly.

"I was planning to give it to you. We will be returning to District 3 in a while. District 3 is also facing some headaches, such as the flower shop organization and the leaderless violent organization." An Ran suddenly thought of something and smiled faintly, "Maybe we can use her for a little while."

"Are you talking about Naya?" Nanasha became serious.

"Isn't she the nightmare of the aliens? Maybe at night, we can give her a green light. Those sensitive tentacles can help us solve a lot of problems. Let's learn from the headquarters and turn a blind eye appropriately."

"But this process will present risks that we cannot control or predict," worried the director of the operations department.

"I'll talk to her. We're old acquaintances from District 3."

"An acquaintance?" Nanasha said hesitantly, "As far as I know, you have never appeared in any of the previous campaigns against Naya."

"You can also ask Director An in private." An Ran glanced at her and added.

Chapter 136: Hidden Young Death Group

Who's singing outside?

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were closed, but the cold wind could still make the books on the table rustle. It was no longer warm and comfortable. An Xiao slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help shivering.

If it weren't for the sudden drop in temperature, she could vaguely hear the world outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with singing sounds hanging in the dusk.

Is this another dream?

She has also gotten used to it. Fighting dreams every day has become a common occurrence. An Xiao stood up and poured herself a glass of water. Perhaps only this clarity could relieve the bitterness in her mouth.

An Xiao's gaze moved to the novel on the table that was flipping in the wind. It seemed that he had fallen asleep while reading the novel again.

It should be the same as always, I can't recall the dream I just had. No matter how carefully I think about it, only scattered fragments of the dream content remain in my mind.

However, this time it was somewhat unexpected that she actually had a deeper impression of the dream just now.

An Xiao stared at the water cup. The originally clear water in it condensed into black smoke, gradually forming a strange picture.

She threw away the cup of water with a splitting headache, squatted at the foot of the bed with her head in her hands, and the dream as deep as a shadow flashed in her mind.

Those broken, world-destroying phantoms surged in like a tide, and a familiar figure gradually flashed. It was the back of a figure standing alone in the sea of ​​fire, with angel wings blooming like flowers, about to cover itself. The weeping face stared at An Xiao. She tried to reach out her hand, but took it back, revealing an incomprehensible, sad smile.

The fire under the figure's feet reflected her dark yet bright eyes.

Finally, the fire consumed everything.

The sudden pain brought An Xiao back to her senses. Her right hand, which was supporting her body as she squatted at the foot of the bed, was cut by the debris. The cup broke into pieces, and the water and blood that flowed onto the ground mixed together.

She held back her trembling and stood up, sitting back on the bed, wrapping the wound with a wet towel.

Rarely, there was no trace of her elder sister in An Xiao's dreams anymore.

That figure was clearly Gu Zhilan, An Xiao would not make a mistake, but why did Gu Zhilan appear in his dream? The strange picture seemed to foreshadow something.

She was a little worried, afraid that the unidentified fire had come true. The dream was too real, so real that the flames seemed to be burning her skin.

I subconsciously glanced at my arm, and it felt as if an invisible fire was burning me.

An Xiao decided not to think about it any more. She was not the kind of person who could gain enlightenment based on just a few dreams. She just felt that this must be the beginning of something bad, but she was not sure what it was.

She took out several wet wipes, stacked them together, wrapped them in the wet wipes, picked up the broken glass on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.

There was a knock on the door and the sound of a bell:

"Is An Xiao here?"

"I'm here. Is there anything wrong, Sister Ling?" An Xiao's tone was lazy, as if he had just woken up and didn't want others to know that he was tired.

Ling opened the door and looked at the ground. "I just happened to pass by here and I seemed to hear something breaking."

"Nothing, I just accidentally broke a cup." An Xiao pointed to the trash can.

"Are you okay?"

She subconsciously hid her injured right hand behind her back and said, "It's nothing."

Ling narrowed her eyes, but still noticed the wound on her right hand. The room was filled with an extremely faint smell of blood, which was difficult for normal people to detect, but was magnified several times for the monsters of the An family.