Alien Executioner

He felt that sometimes ignoring his father was a good choice. In the An family, the man had never shown the dignity that a father should have.

Rather than saying that An Mochen is the head of the An family, it is better to say that his mother Xu Yuqing is the shrewd person in charge behind the scenes.

The swallowing weapon that unfolded was a familiar sickle. My sister wore his bracelet on her body, probably for now.

The lobby of Butterfly Restaurant was in a mess, with figures lying in all directions, all of them were waiters who had fallen to the ground and twitched. ⑵

Most of the waiters were unconscious and slightly injured. It was obvious that the faceless man was only after a single target.

Is it my father?

An Ran thought of this possibility. The wealthy An family couldn't possibly have no enemies, not to mention that his father had just returned from District 1.

An accident happened right after the party, which made people easily associate it with something.

In his eyes, the faceless man stopped, his bloated and huge body loomed in front of him, accompanied by a roar.

The white mites on the man's back kept twisting, and the mouth at the end of its head was full of yellow fangs.

An Ran made a brief guess about the specific strength of the alien species in front of him, and glanced at a "corpse" in the corner intentionally or unintentionally.

Feng Lin lay behind the waiter, moving as far back as possible to block his view, holding a bottle of Gallo, half of which had been spilled.

He only glanced at Feng Lin, who was pretending to be dead.

The faceless man's extremely hoarse voice came out of the white worm's mouth, and it was unclear:

"Get out of the way... kill... kill..."

"If you can't speak clearly, then don't fucking say anything." The sickle chopped towards the faceless man's body quickly, but An Ran was as calm as water.

Death Seeker was bitten by a big mouth while swinging, and the crocodile monster threw An Ran away with incredible strength.

It took only two seconds from the time An Ran took action to the time he finished. The crocodile was not as stupid as the other monsters. On the contrary, it was extremely agile.

He hit three tables in a row and then fell against the wall, smashing down a treasured painting from an artist's collection that was hanging above him.

The manager who was hiding in the corridor and poked his head out covered his face, feeling sorry for the priceless painting.

Seeing this, An Xiao turned around and looked at her sister anxiously, but all she got was her mother's calm comfort.

"It's okay, he can't die."

An Ran pushed away the painting on his body. As an alien, or a monster more advanced and terrifying than an alien, he could feel very little pain.

Macrophages have no nerves, and he can't tell what his true identity is.

Maybe it's just a puddle of water, a ball of meat, a small monster with infinite possibilities and unlimited expansion capabilities.

He noticed everyone's gazes and had to pretend to be in pain.

He stood up from the wall with a slight tremor, the Death Search clenched in his right hand was covered with red blood lines, and the Devouring Sorrow was thirsty.

The faceless man was obviously frozen. He turned his head to face the box door and met the eyes of An Xin who turned around. He couldn't help but tremble.

Under that cold gaze, his left hand fell off, his arm fell to the ground and twisted, and finally he died completely.

"Do not……"

The white bug behind the faceless man shrank. He wanted to say something, but just as he uttered a dull word, he was greeted by a sharp blade.

An Ran kicked down a 7-meter-long crocodile monster. The ugly skinless monster wanted to rush over and hiss, but its tail was chopped off by a knife.

The tail left on the ground squirmed into a worm and was stepped on hard.

The faceless man failed to block the sharp blade of the sickle. An Ran's attack angle was too incredible, fast and accurate, going straight to the heart.

It scraped from the left shoulder to the right waist, leaving an irreparable scar.

“Wait… wait a minute…”

The faceless man spoke incoherently, and the scars left by the death god's search hindered the aggregation of phagocytic cells. It was impossible to recover.

"Before you speak, please lie down first, otherwise I will not be able to feel at ease." An Ran swung his sword continuously with some anger.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with his out-of-touch father, at least his parents were back. He respected his mother and this family as well. A seemingly ordinary family feast was ruined, and this insignificant episode to him also made him upset.

The Death God's Search, which seemed heavy in the eyes of others, was held tightly in one hand and confronted the Faceless Man at a high frequency, and the owner did not even breathe.

He was wearing a decent suit and standing straight, giving people the illusion that he could easily fall into silence. He looked cold and noble under his long dark hair. His right hand holding the sickle handle was slender, with an indiscernible black butterfly mark between his index finger and thumb, and his dark eyes were full of murderous intent.

Like the most elegant and noble killer, what he should hold in his hand is not a knife, but a gun.

The faceless man only had his right hand left, unable to block such a fast attack, which made a sharp whistling sound like a blade breaking through.

In eight seconds, all his sharp and hard nails were cut off.

Chapter 70 Blood Red

An Ran's performance exceeded the limits of Atlanta Academy's physical training.

His speed and strength are beyond the range of human beings. It is hard to believe unless he overeats and his physique gradually changes to that of an alien species.

The faceless man looked at the man in front of him warily. He had no face and no eyes, but he could see that his bald face was filled with wriggling phagocytes.

In fact, he had already recognized the monster in front of him. The monsters of the An family have always been a taboo for the alien species, let alone this man.

The man in a suit didn't look like he was going to kill anyone, but his indifferent and noble eyes were as if he was looking at a corpse.

No, his eyes were so quiet and peaceful that if one looked into them one would easily become dazed and gradually lose oneself.

The crocodile monster on the ground crawled up, and An Ran kicked it away again. After repeating this twice, he finally chopped it down.

An Ran took into consideration Tuo Wu's feelings.

He realized that his Devouring Weapon was alive, and the Devouring Heart within it hated the monster's flesh and blood and did not want to have any contact with it.

Maybe it has something to do with one's own identity.

The monster was hacked all over and lay on the ground unable to move. Faceless grabbed a chair and threw it at it, taking the opportunity to run away.

The cold air flowed, and the Death Seeker cut through the air at an exaggerated speed, and the airflow smashed the chair into pieces.

"It's hard to believe that there are such humans in the world who can confront me head-on with their weak bodies." The faceless man said the complete words.

He did not forget to say this clear and complete sentence before he ran away.

An Ran turned around and looked at An Xin. In fact, he didn't know why he subconsciously looked at his sister.

After a slight nod, he followed him out and saw the tall alien moving through the screams of the crowd and suddenly disappearing.

It was a hole that was slightly larger than a manhole cover, and its irregular outline indicated that it had been deliberately smashed out.

An Ran jumped into the sewer system connected to Huacheng.

The dank waterway was gradually losing light and getting farther and farther away from the exit. His feet were submerged in the sewage, and he followed the lingering smell.

tick-

The sewer was filled with a pungent stench, and in the dark corners, strange life was wriggling. He withdrew his search for Death.

There was the sound of trampling water not far away.

After walking for nearly ten minutes following the smell, he arrived at the central area of ​​Huacheng sewer system, where the space on both sides became noticeably wider.

Many small unidentified creatures wandered around here, greedily devouring the wreckage like rotten fish and snakes, stirring up waves.

The sound is getting closer.

A rapid and sharp sound of shuttling came from the side, and the faceless man rushed out of the water, punching hard with his clawless fist.

This should have been a successful sneak attack.

The faceless man was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his head. His fist pierced through An Ran's body, and his entire arm was engulfed by the sticky liquid.

An Ran's face was slowly washed, and his facial features were gone. He retained the cold and elegant look he had at the last moment, and then reshaped it.

Instead, there was a young girl who was a little shorter than the original An Ran.

"How could it be!" the faceless man was shocked.

"So you can speak human language." An Ran gently pushed away the alien in front of him. His entire hand was broken, as if it had been cut.

The sewer was so dark that nothing could be seen. An Ran's scarlet eyes emitted a strange red light, which was particularly bright in the darkness.

The faceless man fell down dragging his arm. The cut on his hand was smooth and neat, and new phagocytes gradually emerged to repair the injury.

A tentacle emerged from An Ran's back and quickly fell off according to his own consciousness.

The faceless man recognized her and breathed heavily.

"Purpose."

"No...no..." He moved back little by little, supporting his right hand in the water, leaving only his neck and head exposed.

The faceless man noticed that the world seemed to be changing.

A red light lit up in the sewer, which should have been pitch black, and every corner that the girl was looking at was painted blood red.

The sewer was filled with blood, including the sewage beneath my body, and in the distance I heard some sanity-tearing screams.

The tentacles tumbling in the water gradually twisted into a strange shape, like a ball of glue being plasticized, and its outline gradually appeared.

The tentacles condensed into a person in the blood-red underground world.

SS-level alien species, scorpion.

The faceless man's tall body curled up, his face twisted under the oppression, and his originally mediocre facial features gradually appeared.

"An Ran, is this the real you?" The young man's hand was completely repaired, and he now covered his chest tightly.

In the bloody world, his phagocytes were out of his control. They grew wildly and bit each other.

He was trembling slightly in pain, and only his head was like a human, making a sharp sound:

"Why are you such a monster...you are much scarier than that!"

"Who is that?"

"I can't tell its name, and no one has tried to dig out its name. Besides, why should I answer your question?"

The monster raised his head, and the tall scorpion approached, grabbed his neck and lifted him up. His curled up body was already rotten.

An Ran looked at him for a long time.

"You are the stupidest alien I have ever seen. You attack my father in this way. I am a little curious."

She keenly sensed that there seemed to be...something else hidden.

In short, this will not be a simple matter. The young man looks like an S-level alien because his phagocytes are very fragile.

It seems to have been enhanced by some kind of drug.

"Who... who wants to attack you!" The monster whose neck was being strangled opened his eyes wide, and he did not struggle, but answered with difficulty.

"I thought... I thought it was a banquet for the Executive Palace councillor. Someone wanted to assassinate him and gave me a large sum of money."

"What's the matter with the two fathers and sons who turned into monsters?" An Ran was a little surprised by the answer.

"They were originally in charge of a subsidiary of An's Group, but due to poor management, they owed a lot of money, so they secretly embezzled public funds... But within two minutes, they were discovered by the group's finance department, so I approached them and made a deal." V

Under those blood-red eyes, the monster couldn't help but speak the truth.

"Why did you become a freak?"

"Its ability."

An Ran frowned. The answer was too different from what he had guessed.

"Nothing to do with the serum of the Alphabet Organization?")

"I don't know what serum is."

"Who is your employer?"

"Another councillor."

An Ran was stunned. She realized that this was just a small misunderstanding. A congressman sent him to kill another congressman, but he came to the wrong place.

The father and son provided accurate information, but he probably thought that the protagonist of the banquet was the congressman, so he initially thought of the box.

When he saw An Xin in the box, he realized that he had made a mistake and ran away quickly.

An Ran was more concerned about why the father and son turned into freaks. The so-called experiment could not achieve this by temporarily turning humans into monsters.

Chapter 71 Bagsas

The "it" the man mentioned might be a half-dead creature, or a dead creature, or the person behind the scenes hiding in the corner and spying on this stage.