Alien Executioner

"Mom and Dad, you're back." An Xiao was the first to greet them. He shouted as soon as he came in and pulled out a chair and sat down.

Next came An Xin's voice without much emotion: "Father, mother (one) 弍０⑶(two) neighborsqi肆岜亲."

She nodded slightly, and her mother gave the same response, her eyes sweeping over An Ran intentionally or unintentionally, and pursing her lips.

An Ran was the last to enter. He behaved as quiet as usual. In fact, he was not very talkative at home.

The three of them took their seats one after another. An Xin, the eldest daughter, sat opposite her father, An Ran on the left, and An Xiao on the right corresponding to her mother.

The mother's eyes swept across everyone's face. When she saw the three people, she still couldn't hide the twinkling light in her eyes. She smiled.

In An Ran's eyes, only his father always smiled as brightly as a **.

"It's great to see that you are safe and sound. This is even more joyful than the happiness I gained during my trip to the North."

As soon as An Mochen finished speaking, his stomach began to growl. He touched his stomach in distress, obviously he had been hungry on the plane.

My mother had completely adapted to my father's thick nerves and just sighed slightly.

Sister An Xiao secretly glanced at her older sister and brother. Her parents had been gone for a while, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with her father's disconnection.

An Ran noticed the waiter coming in from behind. There was no sound of the pulleys of the dining cart, and he came dragging a plate with a pot of good tea.

The well-dressed waiter put the plate down gently and smiled politely. The manager hurried in, holding a towel tightly in his hand, looking extremely nervous.

"The food is being served very slowly." An Ran looked at the manager indifferently.

"I'm sorry, sir. This is the request of the owner of the house." The manager replied apologetically.

Before An Ran could look away, An Mochen explained:

"I think it would be more atmospheric if everyone was present and ordered together. Isn't it a bit exaggerated to see a table full of food right after entering?"

"Dad, don't you think it's torture to be so hungry while waiting?" An Xiao glanced at his father's stomach unintentionally.

The man lived a very carefree life in the first district and gained a little weight all of a sudden.

"The nine dishes you think are the best, preferably with a saltier taste, and two bottles of Bordeaux and Romanee," An Ran ordered.

The waiter and the manager immediately took their leave, remembering to close the door before leaving.

An Mochen, the protagonist of the banquet, frowned:

"Why do you always eat saltier dishes?"

The "you guys" he mentioned refers to An Xin, An Ran, and Xu Yuqing. An Xiao also likes a little bit of saltiness. In short, he is out of tune.

Some people say that the An family is full of weirdos, and An Mochen is not one of them. His irresistible smile is out of tune with his children and wife.)

"Aliens like salty food, we are all aliens." The most lively An Xiao made a joke, pretending to be indifferent. +

"If you keep talking we'll eat you."

An Mochen immediately stopped talking, his eyes widened, and he looked scared, but it didn't last for more than two seconds before everyone started laughing.

The mother couldn't help laughing, and it was obvious that this joke was not the first time.

A flash of red appeared in An Ran's eyes as she laughed. It was a warning from her phagocytes that danger was approaching.

He thought of Feng Lin.

"An Xiao, you are an executive officer?" An Mochen recognized the silver bracelet on his little daughter's wrist.

"Yes, I'm not an assistant quasi-executive officer anymore, I'm an intern executive officer." An Xiao raised his hand proudly.

She seemed to have been waiting for her parents to bring up this topic, so she prepared for it for a long time.

"That's amazing, but... you're only 17 years old, not the minimum age for graduation." An Mochen pointed out the problem.

The mother blinked, thinking she had heard it wrong, and turned to look at him:

"Isn't Xiaoxiao 18 already?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could a father forget his daughter's age?" An Mochen signaled to his son with his eyes.

An Ran was silent for a long time. He was wondering if his forgetfulness was inherited from his father.

Chapter 68 Banquet

An Ran listened hard, listening to the noise coming from the hall outside the box.

The guests boasted to each other and brought their daughters. Many of the young ladies were heavily made up and were as quiet as flowers.

It was a good sight to see a group of young people getting together to drink and play finger-guessing games. They were all future leaders in business and heirs to their families.

A bank president stood up to toast the guests, a powerful member of the Executive Palace accepted the flattery with a smile, the toy tycoon sat down, the police chief over there stood up again, and a certain oil tycoon who looked the most low-key and honest once again shed tears and expressed his sorrow.

The banquet held at the Butterfly Restaurant was relatively low-key. At least the guests were heads of subsidiaries of the An Group. This was considered an internal family dinner. Even the member of the Executive Palace was cultivated by An Xin.

The group of young masters knew this very well. They did not dare to act arrogantly. Instead, they gathered around two tables put together to play a game.

The waiters watched all this with a smile. They were well-dressed with bulletproof vests under their double-layered coats and had a pistol hidden under their towels.

The entire Butterfly restaurant's waiters are carefully selected bodyguards who are proficient in all aspects of the business and can play any appropriate role at the right place and at the right time.

They only serve the An family. Under their smiling gaze, no matter how powerful or wealthy a person is, he is just a sheep in disguise.

The waiter standing at the door of the box was a woman with a voluptuous figure. Even the waiter's uniform was extremely tight fitting, and her eyes were so sharp that people dared not approach her.

The waitress was wearing glasses without prescription, which were actually a new product from Butterfly Technology and were no different from round-frame glasses.

The small lens can be used to perform a series of functions such as shooting, zooming in, zooming out, recording, etc., and connect to the archive to immediately match each person's face and see the corresponding name and background.

The waitress is called Ling. She is a dead waitress trained by the An family since childhood. She has only one creed in life, which is to clear away all obstacles in the An family.

She has been serving the An family for 17 years. She was selected by the An family from many pre-selected candidates when she was five years old. After 10 years of training, she has become a sharp blade.

Seven years have passed since I turned into a blade.

A T2 pistol filled with bullets and a four-foot retractable knife are always hung on the outside of his thigh.

These weapons are mostly used as deterrents, and she also has a devouring weapon that she will never use easily.

It's called "Yuan".

The enemies of the An family have always been aliens, and can only be aliens, and she will be the returning shepherd of souls.

It’s so noisy…

The young people at that table drank all Pinot Noir red wine, which is full of fruit flavor and suitable for salmon and lamb. However, the young people drank too much. They were already drunk, and some of them even started to point fingers at Ling and discuss the daughter of a certain family.

Some people raised their voices and called her by her name, causing the dignified lady to tremble slightly. Others talked about a certain girl's love affair, and the young people burst into laughter.

Their parents saw that the situation was not good, but did nothing.

Ling half-closed her eyes. She was standing by the door holding a plate with a brand new, shiny silver lid on it, and she was concentrating completely.

In fact, what's inside the lid is not some delicious food, nor some fine tea or wine, but just a well-loaded Desert Eagle.

She looked at everyone with a scrutinizing gaze, only caring about whether there were any aliens sneaking in.

The bell is actually a bit weird. This pair of glasses has another function. It contains a sound receiving chip and can also be used for eavesdropping.

She had been eavesdropping on the conversation in the box, where they were chatting about warm daily life.

But the chatter gradually died down.

Because it was so noisy outside, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was a riot among the young people who had gathered, and a man who looked completely drunk stood on the table and shouted a name.

The young people below followed suit, clapping and repeating the name.

In fact, the young people didn’t know what the man at the table was screaming for. They just thought it was funny to see him drunk.

The rest of the people who didn't know the truth thought it was a confession of love under the influence of alcohol, and that the name was a woman's, so the man was extremely excited.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a respectable suit stood up and rushed over. He yelled and pulled the young man off the table with a ferocious look on his face.

The middle-aged man is the young man's father, but the young man said his mother's name.

The next second, blood red flashed.

The young man's eyes were stained blood red. He pushed his father away, strangled himself, and struggled in pain.

"Help...help..." He controlled his hands and cried.

Before he could finish his sentence, the skin of his entire body began to move, and layer after layer of skin gradually fell off.

Under the scream, red muscles were exposed and a low, dull sound was emitted.

Feng Lin in the corner stood up, but he sat down again quickly. The moment the strange thing happened, the waiters on both sides rushed over.

But the banquet hall became extremely chaotic and they rushed out one after another, only because the young man's father was also gradually changing.

Ling looked solemn. She opened the silver cover, held the Desert Eagle, and shot the middle-aged man without hesitation. The bullet went through his head.

Although it is unclear why ordinary humans would turn into such freaks, perhaps they were killed before the transformation was complete...

Ling saw the middle-aged man who should have fallen to the ground stood up. He had only completed half of the transformation, and yellow-white liquid was flowing out of the hole above his ear.

The chaos outside the box lasted for a long time before it stopped. The five members of the An family listened quietly until the outside fell into dead silence.

As the most cheerful person, An Xiao should have been chatting with his eccentric father about interesting things in District 1, while An Ran was clinking glasses with her sister and drinking Bordeaux.

The mother was amazed at the wonderful relationship between the two siblings, and the seemingly happy atmosphere ended in a noise.

Afterwards, the manager came running over, claiming that it was just a small incident outside that would be dealt with quickly.

But the most terrifying thing about the An family is definitely not their power and wealth, but the fact that all members of the family are top executives.

The change was noticed before it happened.

After a long while, An Xiao, who had just become an intern executive, spoke timidly:

"What's happening outside..."

The door was suddenly pushed open and a woman flew in, rolling the delicacies on the table and hitting An Mochen headfirst.

It was a woman dressed as a waitress, her whole body twitching, and the knife in her thigh bent before she could take it out.

An Xin subconsciously dodged and looked at her father on the ground apologetically. She turned around and saw a strange monster outside the door.

It was a very large, ugly creature, like a skinned crocodile, its muscles wriggling in a way that spoke of hunger.

On the side was a faceless man, and behind his black feathered uniform was a bloated bug, wriggling like a giant mite.

He has no face, but everyone thinks he is smiling.

Chapter 69 Faceless Man

An Xiao stood up immediately. As a young trainee executive, she had never come into contact with such a hateful and ugly monster.

The muscles on the face of the faceless man twitched tightly, giving people the illusion of sneering. The ten fingers of his hands were stretched very long, and the gray nails were ten inches long. Each nail was covered with a layer of light fabric, like a flat eye, observing everyone.

He walked over slowly, and one couldn't help but notice his long legs. His legs alone were a full two meters long, and his head reached the five-meter-high ceiling, so he had to half-bend over.

When the aliens unfold their phagocytes, their appearance often becomes ugly and terrifying, but none as ugly as the faceless man in front of them.

An Ran stood up and motioned for her sister to step back.

The mother raised her head slightly, appearing calm in the face of the scene. She glanced at her son's back and then looked at her daughter.

An Xin took a sip of the Bordeaux in her glass, tasting the most expensive wine.

She just glanced at the faceless man and his crocodile pet, then turned her head and faced the approaching alien.

An Ran had seen alien creatures similar to the Faceless Man before.

A quasi-SSS-level warhorse.

This type of alien phagocytes is more special, and their ability to semi-degenerate makes the characteristics they exhibit extremely different.

The Warhorse is able to completely transform its body into blood lines, which are so large that they can cover an entire Autumn Mountain and kill tentacle worms instantly.

The worms split from Naya's tentacles are at least SS-level. Their larger size and uniqueness have become an absolute overwhelming advantage.

Although the faceless man was not as oppressive as the war horse, his terrifying alien features attracted An Ran's attention.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously launched the Devouring Force.

When the expected scene did not happen, he remembered that his Devouring Weapon was taken away by his sister and he was on vacation.

An Mochen, who had just gotten up, saw this scene and was surprised that his son did not bring the Devouring Weapon:

"Don't you always keep your Devouring Weapon in your hand?"

An Xin took off the bracelet on her wrist, and An Ran took the Swallowing Weapon thrown to her and walked out the door without answering the question.