Alien Executioner

These guards did not draw their guns, but they had dead phagocytes on their bodies. They were all aliens. When they sensed the crisis before they died, they did not choose to draw their guns immediately, but instead exposed their alien identities. Unfortunately, they were still one step too late.

This further demonstrated the attacker's terrifying power. She glanced at the corpses and confirmed that there were at least twenty of them. Twenty alien species should have been slaughtered in an instant. There should be no such outrageous executor in the world. Even Nanasha couldn't do it if she was gluttonous.

The team leader squatted on another body, trying to identify the source of the wound. He was almost successful and looked up to see traces of crawling on the left wall.

"The situation has changed. The guards on the 38th floor have been slaughtered." Nanasha told the Operations Office, "Can you analyze the wounds?"

"Analyzing..." Artificial intelligence Zero took a picture through the small camera on her collar and transmitted it to the large screen in the operations hall.

"Oh shit!" the duty supervisor exclaimed.

"What did you find?"

"There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Tell it all at once. I'm very nervous here. I'm not sure whether the attacker has gone away or is ambushing us." Nanasha looked in all directions vigilantly. The second team was facing a formidable enemy, staring at the three passages with their backs to back.

"The wounds of these guards all match the seven records. Can you guess which alien species they are?" The director on duty was horrified.

"It's Naya!" He paused, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

"Didn't you notice that the wounds on each guard's chest can be pieced together? This is Naya's usual method against a large group of people. A large tentacle pierces through everyone at the same time like a string of candied haws. She never wastes time on small fry."

"What kind of good news is this?" Nanasha stood up.

"There is no record of Naya actively attacking an executive officer, not to mention that she eats xenomorphs."

"It's not bad news if you put it that way."

"The bad news is that she has a changeable personality, and we're not sure if she will hinder the operation." The duty officer said, "Also, she's probably here to hunt, which will alert the target of the operation. If the two newcomers find out, they will definitely escape, and the operation will fail."

"So we have to hurry. This also means that our area is safe because all the guards are dead." Nanasha paid attention to another point.

She moved forward decisively, and everyone walked close to the clean wall on the other side, occasionally using tactical flashlights to illuminate the blood painting on the other side of the wall and appreciate it.

Nanasha didn't mind taking a closer look at times like this, so she could get a deeper understanding of the character of this monster Naya.

At first glance, these blood paintings look like a waterfall, but in fact they look more like mountains, making the metal wall look hideous and terrifying. But how can a large amount of blood be splashed on the wall? Could it be that after killing, Naya used the corpses as brushes and used the blood that was still in the body as paint?

This habit is really ridiculous, but no such behavior has been found in past hunting records of Naia.

Naya is crazy and is most likely from the An family.

Nanasha shook her head and stopped thinking. Naya's appearance might not be bad news. If she was here for the two newcomers, it would save a lot of trouble. This was also a tacit secret of the FACA headquarters. Naya could use her appropriately and treat her as a scavenger.

As we got closer to the casino, we could faintly hear the music in the lobby. It was an old piano piece that reminded us of swans and icy lakes.

The music suddenly stopped.

"Call, call! The situation has changed!" The third team responsible for harassing the lower-level guards shouted.

Everyone subconsciously pressed their headsets, and suddenly there was a piercing sound, followed by the sound of gunfire. Nanasha's face changed drastically, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.

The first team in the control and dispatch room also reported: Guilty

"The alien species has appeared! The target seems to have discovered us! They are approaching in batches, and they know our location!"

"Immediately change the ambush and decapitation operation to a punitive assault operation!" Nanasha gave the order decisively.

Her face darkened, realizing that this matter was not simple.

"The headquarters' elite troops attempted a violent attack, and the helicopters broke through from the air!" The Operations Department changed the deployment, and the original plan was directly scrapped.

In an instant, Nanasha stopped, put down her left hand that was waving a fist, and stared straight at the figure in front of her.

All the lighting sources in the open passage were destroyed, and at the end of the absolute darkness, a darker shadow could be vaguely seen.

She took the tactical flashlight from the team leader and shone it over. The figure raised his head and his eyes lit up deep red.

Zero's report came through the headset.

The opponent is an SS-level alien, codenamed [Candle].

"Since when have super aliens become so common?" Nanasha smiled bitterly, her voice echoing in the open passage.

"Anyone can gain this power through the baptism of new citizens." The other party said calmly, with no sadness or joy on his face.

After a brief negotiation, there was a fierce battle.

"Get ready!" Nanasha ordered. Her expression suddenly changed, and her face was filled with the desire to defeat the powerful enemy.

The executive officers decisively went into gluttony, not giving the other side any chance, and rushed forward with their absolute numerical advantage.

[Candle] finally had a subtle change in expression. He was a little surprised. This time, the executive team was more special than he had imagined. He lowered his head and sneered. His body melted like wax and spread along the ground. Facing the power of the half-death, Nanasha, who had already entered a state of gluttony, was not afraid at all.

On the other side, the third group successfully joined the first group. A total of twenty executives surrounded the guards from the upper level. These guards were different from the other guards. They were aliens who drank serum. Their bodies were oozing red like blood, and their heartbeats were so violent that the executives could hear them.

"Don't leave any one behind!" the leader of the first group gave the cold order.

A man hiding among the guards let out a cold laugh, and his devilish eyes were released silently.

……

The Operations Hall was in chaos, as no one expected the plan to change so suddenly. The duty supervisor was sweating anxiously, and had been mobilizing executive officers for support. He even tried to call Director An, hoping that this executive officer would come like a savior.

But An Ran's phone call was not connected, and the headquarters was frantically connected again. The duty supervisor hesitated whether to take over, fearing the scolding from Zhou Bowen of the Operations Section or Sister Tang of the Intelligence Section. The headquarters handed over full authority for the operation to the branch, but the plan they made was indeed full of loopholes.

Even the Executive Palace called to confirm. They didn't know that a secret operation was taking place in the Kokoro Building. It wouldn't be long before the headlines of "Alien riot and hostage-taking in the Kokoro Building" appeared on TV. By then, a helicopter carrying elite executives had broken through from the air, and the casino had fallen into chaos.

Suddenly, the duty director froze for a moment, turned around and yelled, "Director, come quickly!"

The director of the Operations Department, who was talking to the Administrative Palace, dropped the phone and ran over. He was also stunned when he saw the picture on the big screen.

In Zero's surveillance footage, the two core targets finally showed up, but instead of running away, they respectfully handed what were suspected to be a large number of organs to a little girl. The little girl wore a mask and casually strummed her hair, and by the way, looked up and smiled at the members of the Operations Hall outside the screen.

They instantly realized one thing: the status of this little girl was more honorable than that of the two core members of Xinmin.

She is suspected to be the person closest to the leader of the New People's Sect at present!

Chapter 188 Otilia's Gluttony (Part )

The casino must have been in chaos. Ottilia could hear those sounds, people screaming, people crying. Even though they were far away, the terror seemed right in front of her.

Probably an accident.

She still had no expression on her face as she walked along the ventilation duct. The duct was relatively clean and smooth, but cigarette butts could be seen occasionally.

It can be imagined that this ventilation duct was also a place frequented by Maklov, where he would smoke and wait while avoiding police questioning.

This reminded her of the past.

In the past, Ottilia had little freedom in the palace, so she had to focus on the family affairs building and often climbed in and out of the ventilation ducts. At that time, she thought she was very free. She also used an unvisited utility room in the building as her own little base, listening to music and playing with stolen notebooks, imagining the housekeepers running around in a panic trying to find her.

Thinking about it now, I don’t feel any nostalgia, only disgust.

Hate everything related to the Tananya family in the past.

Ottilia turned off the tactical flashlight, skillfully dismantled the exit baffle, and dropped down from the sky in the horrified gazes of several smoking men. Fortunately, no one was using the men's restroom at the moment, and they were just gathered together to smoke and chat about their experiences in the casino, but they were still scared by the woman.

One of the Neon people stammered, "Private Marseille Private Marseille!"

He probably realized that the woman in front of him was an agent or something like that, so he quickly apologized and said he had no idea and saw nothing.

The other men simply raised their hands high, and their cigarette butts fell into their collars.

"Outsiders should be polite." Ottilia just glanced at them indifferently and took back the pistol she had taken out to threaten them.

She took out the Devouring Weapon Bracelet because she noticed something was wrong outside and the original secret beheading operation seemed to have been in conflict.

Ottilia is not an executive officer. She asked for the Devouring Weapon from An Ran for self-defense. The reason she appeared here was because of An Ran's invitation.

At first, she claimed to be applying for An Ran's maid just to deceive An Xiao, thinking that she would say goodbye to him completely after that night, but she didn't expect Naya to take the initiative to find her tonight. She said that she was hungry and wanted to go hunting. The maid quota was full and she couldn't add more, but she could have more secretaries. An Ran didn't need a group of maids and secretaries, but Anya's identity required it, and she also looked forward to her joining.

This is a belated invitation.

Otilia accepted the invitation without any hesitation. Wasn't everything she did just to get closer to her fiancé? She was one of the most paranoid people in the world, and she could be an extreme person. Maybe it was just a one-time exploit, but she accepted it.

They are called a group of maids and secretaries, but in fact they are all errand boys for Anya.

"Executive?" The Japanese man recognized the Devouring Weapon in her hand and his eyes lit up.

After careful consideration, Ottilia decided that she could take advantage of the misunderstanding in their identities.

She pointed at the men, "You guys."

"Me?" The man nodded.

"Go check out what's going on outside. Are there any guards or suspected aliens nearby? Tell me if there are any."

"I understand. It's the executive officer who's in charge. I don't think those people in the casino are good people."

The man nodded and bowed, then sneaked out of the toilet. The other men quickly followed him, and soon she was the only one left in the toilet.

Otilia listened to the noise outside. Since those nightmares, her physical condition had changed.

For example, his hearing and vision improved, and his strength increased several times. He was so surprised that he pushed Anya down that night.

The men walked away quickly and came back in less than half a minute. They walked slowly and seemed not to be in a hurry, which meant that there were probably not many people nearby.

The toilet door was quietly pushed open, and the man poked his head in and smiled proudly at Otilia, "I made a very wise choice."

Otilia didn't understand why the man was laughing.

"There are indeed guards and aliens nearby, just a few of them. I tricked them all over and handed them over to you, sir!" The man pushed the toilet door open completely. Standing at the door were several expressionless guards, with electric batons in their hands crackling, and they were already thirsty and impatient.

Otilia's face changed drastically. This guy actually brought the guards over!

The man's face was unusually ruddy, and he was excited about witnessing the executioner's attack on the aliens. He turned to the guards and said respectfully, "Taijun, come this way."

He didn't know that Ottilia was not an executive at all. She just watched too many videos and knew that the executive could always deal with small shrimps. The aliens who could serve as guards should be small shrimps. This executive must not have any pressure.

The man was very proud of his cleverness and wondered how he would get the reward from the executive later.

I heard that some beautiful executives will give special rewards to informants, and I can’t wait.

Ottilia hurriedly hid the Devouring Weapon, but it was too late. The guards saw this action clearly. They were all stunned, their eyes suddenly fierce. The woman's Devouring Weapon had the special mark of FACA. It turned out that she was an executive!

Before the man could wake up from his fantasy, the guard held his head and smashed it against the door frame, causing his brain to crack.

There was no way to explain it now. Ottilia stood quietly there, not feeling any fear. The moment she took out the Devouring Weapon again, two guards rushed over first, not giving the executive a chance to deploy the Devouring Weapon. They swung their electric batons, and the high-voltage static batons rushed through the air, and the purple electricity penetrated the dampness inside the toilet.

Ottilia knew how to deploy the Devouring Weapon, but before she could do so, the Devouring Weapon deployed itself as if it had come alive. It was a pitch-black long sword made entirely of shadows. Holding it in her hand gave her the illusion of holding the power of the world. In her eyes, everything became slow, and the black sword seemed to swallow up the world.

Everything before my eyes seemed to be covered by a black veil, dark and slowing down.

But she didn't have time to think. She raised her hand holding the knife handle and quickly stabbed the shoulders of the two guards. After a moment's pause, she pushed away the most threatening electric baton in front of her. The knife seemed to be alive, controlling her body to complete these actions within half a second. She raised her foot and kicked the nearest guard away. He slid down the urinal and fainted with his head hanging down weakly.

The time swallowed by the black knife was quickly released to make up for the lost time in this world, and everything returned to normal. The other guard widened his eyes and covered his shoulders. He didn't see clearly what happened, but he knew that his companion was unconscious. What kind of force could kick the alien unconscious?

Until he finally saw the black knife in the woman's hand.

"Sanctions! Black knife sanctions!"

The guard yelled in fear, ran out of the toilet in a panic, and ran along the open corridor, shouting, "An Ran is here! That devil is here! That devil is here! An Ran is here! That man is here..."

Otilia was silent for a long time. She couldn't believe that the black knife in her hand, the devouring weapon given to her by Naya, was actually one of her two super devouring weapons, second only to Death Seeker.

Chapter 189 Otilia's Gluttony (VIII)

The guards' shouting had not completely faded away. They were not running away at all. Instead, they were calling on their companions to try to intercept An Ran.

He mistakenly thought that the hall executive was nearby. The black knife sanction was also a symbol of Director An, so the woman holding the black knife should be Director An's adjutant.

Otilia reacted quickly, realizing that the guard was calling in an attack, and rushed out of the toilet to chase the man.

The distance was getting closer and closer. When the guard turned his head and saw the woman, his face was horrified and he sprained his ankle and fell to the ground. In his eyes, the woman was floating like a ghost! Looking at the woman who was getting closer and closer, the guard trembled and begged for mercy. When they were less than two meters away, he showed his fangs fiercely.

He launched his phagocytes and did not intend to surrender. Facing the sanction of the black knife, he chose to give it a try.

The guard lay on the ground and pounced, like a cheetah waiting for its opportunity, he jumped high and tried to break through the woman's defense from above. He had no chance of winning, but he had to delay time. The shouting just now would definitely alarm others, and sure enough, footsteps were heard one after another.

Otilia raised her hand and swung her knife, using the simplest offensive method to block the jumping attack.

She had been trained in swordsmanship by the court dancer and had always been an excellent snow hunter. She keenly sensed that this was just a feint by the guards. She raised her head and took several steps back to avoid the deadly whip. The whip broke the ground and the man let out a dull growl.

Otilia looked coldly at the alien side of the guard and felt extremely sick.

A scarlet whip of thorns protruded from the man's back, and the phagocytes that made up the whip were like wriggling muscles, pumping blood.

He bent forward, supported himself with his hands, and let the whip hang from his back over his head and down like a lantern fish.

Ottilia raised her head slightly and heard the noise getting closer. She couldn't delay any longer.

She was not very skilled in the control of the Black Knife Sanction, and her unique ability was not fully utilized. As her palm tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, a chill arose, and the blood was slowly disappearing. She felt that the blood in her body was being sucked away by the hilt of the knife, and her vision gradually dimmed.

It turns out that you have to donate blood to activate the power of Black Blade Sanction.

Ottilia understood, but she was not afraid. Since An Ran could do it, she must do it too.