Alien Executioner

The call of the worm was getting closer and closer. An Ran drove towards the completely dead alley and saw collapsed buildings in the distance.

A work line was set up near the ruined apartment building, but there was no one inside. The area had been abandoned.

Before coming here, An Ran checked the specific information of this urban area. The description of this old urban area in the information was actually a bit weird.

That was information from Zero's General Body. Because of the infestation of alien species, the old city had been hit by repeated crusades by executive officers, so more than half of the residents had been evacuated ten years ago. It was only two years ago that all the residents were completely evacuated, and it became a paradise for powerless alien species.

The alien species is one reason, and the other reason is the strange atmosphere in the sky.

After stepping into the old town, it feels like entering another world. No matter how sunny it was just now, it will be dark the next second.

Many scholars have tried to study this from various directions and fields, but no conclusion has been reached.

The vehicle stopped suddenly and he got out of the Bentley. The first thing he did was to tightly grasp the T4 silver pistol and investigate the situation outside.

He half-crouched beside a large piece of hard cement in the ruins, looking at the apartment buildings around him, the executive officer's vigilance was like a poisonous snake.

But even venomous snakes can lose their vigilance sometimes.

An Ran narrowed his eyes, made sure there was no one else around, and crawled towards the ruins. At the top was a broken table.

Climbing up the concrete and steel bars, the breath was getting closer and closer. The worm's call came from above. It had learned how to hide in the darkness.

Standing at the highest point of the ruins, raising your head and looking around, you will see this dead and silent place filled with filth, blood and gore.

The restless phagocytes made An Ran grit his teeth, suppressing his instinctive impulse, and watching his hands gradually melt.

The phagocytes in the body drilled out along the right hand, and they squirmed and gathered towards the photo like quicksand.

An Ran remained calm. He looked at this incredible scene and had no idea what was happening.

The phagocytes with independent consciousness merged with the incomplete photo and gradually restored the entire appearance of the photo in Chapter 4.

He looked at it for a long time.

In the photo, Naya, with his tentacles spread out, half-closed his bright red eyes, and stood lazily next to a bug.

An Ran had never seen this photo, and the material of the photo was made up of phagocytes.

Guessing that this was Naya's second ability besides the Thousand Faces, he took a deep breath and listened to the urgency in the breeze.

It was a crawling sound coming from afar, as if it existed in a world invisible to the naked eye, and could be felt wandering in the corners of the city.

It was getting closer and closer, emitting terrifying screams with some sharp organ. The screams kept distorting and changing. It was the funeral song of the city.

It's coming -

An Ran suddenly raised his hand and the photo fell from mid-air.

At the entrance of Fu'an Street, a figure looked a little sneaky.

Sister Tang stopped the car at the exit of the alley. The roar of the motorcycle entering the alley was like alarming someone.

I followed the Bentley for a full twenty minutes, across half the city, until I saw it entering an alley in the old town from afar.

In order to confirm her guess, she made a bold decision.

At first, her purpose was indeed just to ask for leave, but as the best team leader of the Intelligence Department, she keenly noticed that something was wrong with Director An Ran.

It was a look that seemed melancholy, but inside was irritable and restless.

She thought of Naya and recalled every scene that happened in the tower.

Walking forward along the alley, a pungent smell assaulted my senses, and the air was filled with blood and stench.

Stay alert and be prepared for emergencies at any time.

Sister Tang took out a ray gun from her waist. The dilapidated old city area is often the paradise of alien species and the most troublesome place for the executive officers.

She had sufficient ways to deal with this, because her graduation examination at Atlanta College was to clear out the alien species in the urban area.

Gently stroking his wrist, Tuowu walked deeper into the alley, where the air was gradually filled with sulfur smoke.

A pile of ruins appeared in the dim vision, and a man stood on the ruins with a silver gun in his hand.

A photo floated in front of him.

This time, the man did not hide his expression. It was a dead melancholy, and he looked like a dead person.

A gust of wind blew.

Sister Tang turned around suddenly, and an invisible force pushed her from behind. A huge gust of wind swept across the entire street like a running beast.

That's not wind!

Sister Tang realized this with horror. The invisible force made a terrible sound, like a baby crying, or the high-frequency scream of some animal.

She couldn't see it, but she could clearly feel its presence. This feeling was indescribable and transcended the category of alien species.

After passing by the so-called wind, her eyes fell on the man and the photo again.

Sister Tang subconsciously pointed the gun at the man. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her hand holding the ray gun was shaking.

In front of the man, blood-red flesh gradually emerged from the photo. It seemed as if it was alive and was struggling to break free from it.

The photo seemed like a door between two worlds, and a terrible monster was crawling out of the door.

It was hard to imagine how a giant worm could travel through the photo, but now something incredible has happened and it appears right before our eyes.

The huge body is connected to the tiny end of the photo. It is still wriggling its body as much as possible, with countless tentacles spreading out in all directions.

Sister Tang half-crouched in the corner. She couldn't think about what was happening in front of her. The shrill sound from the creeping movements made her mind go blank.

The sound affected the entire body, gradually draining away strength, muscles began to spasm, and countless needles pierced the chest.

Director An Ran stretched out his right hand toward the worm, stroked its strange blood-red skin, opened his mouth slightly, and said something.

The man concealed the melancholy in his eyes again, still looking cold and noble. The huge worm slid down from the ruins and twisted to the outside.

An Ran followed the direction of the worm and saw the woman on the ground.

Sister Tang raised her head with difficulty and heard the cold greeting without any emotion.

"Executive Sister Tang, are you okay? It's only been half an hour, and you look like you still have a lot of things to ask me."

He gradually walked towards the woman. The huge worm stopped screaming and lowered its head in front of the man, acting humble as a pet.

The pain finally stopped and Sister Tang took a breath. She discovered Director An Ran's secret and didn't know what was waiting for her.

Chapter 82 Mental illness

The center of the exhibition street, White Bird Shooting Club.

In the basement, an exquisite lantern lit up a hasty white light. Sister Tang woke up and it took a while for her eyes to adjust.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of rust, and in the distance came bursts of gunfire and intermittent conversations.

She realized that she was tied to a chair with tape on her mouth, and she made a slight whimpering sound as she tried to break free.

Sister Tang did not panic at the first moment, but instead looked at the surrounding environment and made the most accurate judgment.

The space around was not very big, a bit like a wine cellar, and the air had a distinct smell of rust, making it a bit unpleasant.

She tried to struggle, but the rope was tied so tightly that it squeezed her chest and waist, making it hard for her to breathe.

Sister Tang thought back to what happened before and realized that she might be doomed.

I discovered Director An Ran's secret. Although I couldn't confirm whether the man was a different species, I saw with my own eyes his relationship with a monster. In addition to locking himself up, it was hard not to believe that this otherworldly man had a big problem.

As an excellent leader of the intelligence team at the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters, she could not find a way to escape.

All the weapons carried by Wu and his body were searched away.

She looked around and heard footsteps in the distance, and she held her breath.

creak...

The door opened and the people who walked in were not Director An Ran, but three complete strangers, one of whom was a woman wearing a standard waitress uniform.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked like a goat, with a prominent beard on his chin. He was wearing a very cheap suit and was playing with a sharp folding knife in his hand. He approached while whistling.

"Are you awake?" The man tore off the tape on Sister Tang's mouth.

Sister Tang trembled in pain. She could think of hundreds of tortures in ten minutes, but she still didn't expect tape.

She did not beg for mercy as the men expected, but took a deep breath and grinned, appearing calm and strong.

"Do you have any wine? Let's talk? How about a cigarette if possible?"

Years of training had endowed her gaze with an inexplicable intimidating power. She did not show weakness, but raised her head slightly and looked into the man's eyes.

"I'm Sister Tang, an executive officer from the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters. I have my ID in my clothes. I want to know why I'm here."

Active offense has always been the best technique of executives. They are cats, and cats are not afraid of mice.

Although she didn't think of the three people in front of her as gray rats, Sister Tang seemed to be intimidating without even getting angry when she spoke to them.

However, with his body restrained and without the Devouring Power, his confidence was indeed not as strong as before.

The three of them looked at each other, but there was no surprise in each other's eyes. Sister Tang had already accepted the worst possible development.

The unknown people in front of him either knew their identities or didn't care about their identities as executive officers. They were all a group of tricky guys.

There have been cases in the past where human traffickers sold drunken executives to the mountains.

Sister Tang knew very well that she was no different from being drunk now and had completely lost the initiative.

The leading man looked at the waitress, a younger woman with a prominent silver butterfly badge on her uniform.

This was the waiter serving the An family. She nodded slightly, and the leading man ran over happily and came back with a plate.

It turns out that this low-key waiter is the person with the highest status among the three.

Sister Tang didn't think they would really give her alcohol.

The waiter opened the Bordeaux on the plate and poured it into the glass in an elegant and standard manner, slowly filling it halfway.

"Drink it. This is the best Bordeaux in recent years. Mr. An Ran specifically asked for it. But it's a pity that there is no seafood and provolone cheese." She put the glass to the woman's mouth.

"Don't you know what kind of person Mr. An Ran is?" Sister Tang was a little surprised, but she drank it anyway.

The waiter took out a cigar, lit it and handed it to her:

"Master An Ran is the only male heir of the An family and one of the sharpest swords in the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Is that all? Maybe it's a monster." Sister Tang snorted coldly and took a deep puff.

She felt more comfortable than ever before. She had never smoked a cigar before and didn't know what brand it was. She only knew a little about red wine.

I heard that it is often very choking when you smoke a cigar for the first time. Sister Tang didn’t feel that, but she just felt a tightness in her chest when she took a puff.

"To be honest, he does look like a melancholy monster, but who doesn't have some worries?" The waitress bowed to Sister Tang.

That was standard attendant etiquette, not bowing and scraping. The woman seemed like a dancer from the palace, with a noble aura.

"I am the housekeeper of the An family. You can call me Ling. This is just my superficial identity. I am also the executioner that is rumored to be here."

She calmly introduced herself, placed her half-empty glass on the plate, and took a puff of her already-smoked cigar.

He exhaled thick smoke, and there was a murderous look hidden in his calm eyes.

When she heard the word executioner, Sister Tang shuddered. She had heard of the long-standing executioner of the An family.

In essence, the An family is a family of executives. There are many similar families, but none of them has as much assets as this family.

The An family once had a force dedicated to eradicating alien species, simply called the Executioners, but it was disbanded early on.

She looked at the woman who called herself the executioner. She looked very young, yet mature and sexy.

Sister Tang hates dealing with difficult people, as her chances of winning might be less than 10%.

"It seems that you all know my identity. As the steward of the An family, do you know the seriousness of illegally imprisoning an executive officer?"

She bared her fangs at the right moment, and every executive officer was trained to be a snake.

"You could be shot as aliens by the intelligence department at any time if they find out."

"If I remember correctly, Master An Ran is also the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, your top superior," Ling reminded.

"The so-called Young Master An Ran you mentioned is a monster. I saw it with my own eyes!" Sister Tang raised her voice and her stomach growled.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm almost starving." She looked at Ling seriously, as if she was not the one who had just scolded the young master of the An family.

Ling had no expression on her face. An Ran had actually asked her to satisfy Sister Tang's food needs, but she was somewhat unhappy with this woman and replied indifferently:

"No."

"Okay, but I still want to say that your Master An Ran is a monster, and I know that you are being ordered by him."