Alien Executioner

Chapter 108 Signature

An Ran's gaze fell on Ling's face. She did not show any emotion. She was clearly listening to the entire conversation without even frowning.

Is he really the only one who doesn't know?

An Ran looked at the contract and found it not difficult to sign his name, but the prerequisite was that he had to make things clear, otherwise he would not be able to start writing.

Ms. Long sighed. She probably felt that signing was hopeless. Mr. Cao just shrugged. He didn't care at all. Only Hilbert followed closely.

An Mochen strode over with his cell phone in his hand, and patted An Ran on the shoulder with a laugh.

"Talk to your sister?"

An Ran frowned, then relaxed the muscles on her face, took the phone and listened quietly.

"sister?"

"Just consider it as signing for me. I'm in the Countermeasures Bureau and don't have time to come over. Sorry for the trouble." The voice on the other end of the line was that of my sister, who had a gentler tone.

An Ran was silent for a long time and hung up the phone.

No reason, no explanation, just a familiar phrase.

He actually wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

He raised his head and looked at his father for two seconds, then finally picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract. All the members of the board of directors nodded without exception.

"From now on, you are the largest shareholder, Mr. An Ran." Ms. Long took the contract. As a shareholder, she acted more like an assistant.

"If everything is alright, I'll leave." An Ran waved and stood up.

"Wouldn't it have been done earlier? As my son, you are undoubtedly excellent, not only in many aspects, wait... there is something else." The father said as he chased after his son.

An Ran stopped in the middle of the corridor, looked at his father, and sighed.

"You are deliberately hiding things from me, aren't you? It's like this with many things. My sister knows, Ling knows, but I know nothing."

He turned his head again and saw Hilbert approaching.

"Maybe An Xiao also knows. Anyway, I was the last one to know, right?"

"She doesn't know either." Dad scratched his head.

"Is there anything else?"

"As a shareholder, you should try to understand the club." Hilbert spoke for his friend, being extremely shy and dignified.

"I think I've learned enough. I know your business model, how it operates, and the bounty transaction process very well." An Ran pointed at himself.

"I became a super executive and director of the Countermeasures Bureau through my own efforts, and took over my sister's Hall of Fame honors without any help from my family. I always told myself that I should be proud of this, but I never was. I was good at defeating aliens, not managing a company."

The honor of "Devil", one of the four major halls, was indeed passed down from An Xin. When her sister became the director, An Ran became the new hall executive.

Because of his real body Naya, An Ran's body is also made up of phagocytes. Even if he is shot, he will not lose his ability to move. With his extraordinary physical fitness, he stands out from many prospective executives.

"No one asked you to be in charge," Dad pointed out.

An Ran just glanced at him.

"Then what made you sign again?" Hilbert's smile revealed a cunning look.

"I'm here for...my sister."

"Why did you ruthlessly reject your father, but believe your sister?"

An Ran was speechless.

"Let me show you around the Sally Club. Follow me."

After Hilbert finished speaking, he walked past An Ran. He seemed to have given An Ran the choice, but the ending was already determined.

He paused as he passed An Mochen.

……

After passing the all-glass sky bridge, the three of them came to another building. Dad didn't follow them. He left humming, and only Ling followed him.

"Where is this?" An Ran watched him push open the door.

"The meeting place for the Sally Club's top VIPs is on the 17th floor, a top-secret location. Apart from this bridge, there is no other way up," Hilbert replied.

“What are the requirements to be a high-level VIP?”

"As a shareholder, you are the highest-level VIP." The man just glanced at him and led the two of them to a hidden door, which was a heavily guarded corridor.

Many cameras and infrared...

An Ran can see infrared rays with his naked eyes because, as an alien species, the structure of his eyes is different from that of ordinary people.

At least it can detect most of the cameras on the market.

His footsteps were so light, almost soundless, like a ghost.

"I should know."

"The requirement to become a senior VIP is to have issued a bounty worth 500 million, but this is only the basic requirement. One must also undergo a family background investigation and assessment. However, most senior VIPs come from executive families."

"Other executive families?"

An Ran remembered that there were no other executive families in Huacheng except the An family. If there were any executive families, there would be many.

For example, Li Fei and her daughter Gu Zhilan, whose father is also an executive.

But this cannot be called a large family.

Hilbert didn't understand why the woman behind him didn't say a word. She was the housekeeper of the An family, but she kept a very low profile.

Although he was curious, he did not ask and replied:

"People come from various cities or other federal regions by plane just to participate in the bounty auction once a week."

"Bounty auction?" It was the first time An Ran heard this term.

There are many auctions, but this is the first time I have encountered an auction related to bounties.

"Yes, it's not a monetary transaction. The auction process is the same, but the price is the bounty amount. Do you understand?"

"No."

An Ran answered very bluntly. He didn't understand, and it was definitely not his fault. Hilbert seemed to be from the first district and spoke with a heavy accent.

Hilbert also knew this, and he was not very proficient in speaking the federal common language, so it was difficult for people to understand.

"For example, auctioning off a smuggled Devouring Weapon. Unofficial Devouring Weapons are usually custom-made and have no model number, so they are very expensive. Take the Devouring Weapon made by the A-level Devouring Sorrow as an example. Suppose the final bounty for the auction is 10 million, then..."

"So the buyer must complete a task with a reward of 10 million for the owner of the item, right?"

An Ran interrupted Hilbert and he understood.

Although it was rude to interrupt others, he really couldn't stand the man's very awkward common language.

"Yes." Hilbert nodded. They had already arrived at the so-called auction site. The auction inside was halfway completed, but people were still very enthusiastic.

You could hear the applause from inside even with the door open.

"It can be anything, and we will also increase the range of bounties by up to 30%, which means the seller's bounty can be as high as million. That's why so many people are interested in the auction."

Chapter 109 Auction

The so-called auction venue is a huge circular ballroom with three seats connected in a row. It is magnificent and golden, with a red platform in the center and a huge display screen behind it.

When he was at the door, he could hear the auctioneer's shouting. The waiters saw Hilbert and greeted him softly. The decoration in the hall was somewhat elegant. There were huge lotus-shaped lanterns hanging above, and the golden light enveloped every VIP, but most of them were young people.

Waiters came and went with drinks, and the young people were busy and competing with each other.

An Ran looked at the backs of this group of people, and followed Hilbert to the upper level. It was not a private room, but a circular seating area.

There are ten tables and chairs in total, surrounding the auction, a small round wine table with a luxurious and exquisite down chair, and a low railing with golden wood pattern.

There were only three of them on the entire upper floor. An Ran took the bottle of wine, skillfully displaying the reserved demeanor that a nobleman should have, and glanced down lightly.

The so-called auctioneer was a middle-aged man wearing a neat suit, his face red from shouting, and he had nothing in his hands, but he banged the ball heavily on the table with every bid increase.

It was a deep and rich voice that made people feel refreshed in their souls.

He clapped his hands.

"You can't even afford a hammer?" An Ran looked at the man.

“My guests loved it and called it off.”

Hilbert explained dryly. At this moment, several groups of women noticed them. They were all young ladies from Huacheng's upper class who came to seek excitement.

"The auctioneer is an executive officer from a branch in the fourth district. He retired due to a broken right leg. However, he has been using Devouring Skills for nearly ten years and has also learned to use the Possession Devouring Skills for two months. Therefore, his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people." He turned his head away to explain.

Because of the angle, An Ran could see everyone's face. The auctioneer's right leg could not be seen as a prosthesis, but he didn't care at all.

Quickly judge each person's background.

After thinking about it, he decided it would be better to ask Ling, who had an excellent memory.

"Ling, do you know who they are?"

"I don't know them all, but the man who bid the most is Master Wen from the largest toy dealer. He came from Zi Lan City last night. He studied at Atlanta College for only one year before transferring to Zi Lan University of Science and Technology. He has a foundation in using Devouring Weapons."

Ling beside him answered easily. As the housekeeper of the An family, she also had a chair. The three of them sat side by side, with An Ran sandwiched between two of them.

"Where's that woman?"

"Which woman?" Liu

"She's looking at me." An Ran looked at the woman in the corner who kept looking up. She was a little shy, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

"she?"

Ling looked over and saw the young woman in a custom-made dress. She did not stand out at the auction, as everyone else dressed up meticulously.

"Tang Sisi, who is known as the No. 1 lady in Shanshu City, also comes from an executive family. Three generations of her ancestors have been executives."

The housekeeper yawned, obviously she didn't sleep well the previous night. She casually described the woman's background, as accurately as an intelligence agent.

"She graduated from another executive school with unsatisfactory grades. She passed the assessment with the help of her uncle Tang Hu. However, she messed up a lot of things after only two days in office. For example, during an alien hostage-taking incident, she temporarily commanded the police force but due to a misjudgment, two hostages were killed."

Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then cleared her throat and continued.

"More than once. In short, a month later, the police department and the city council jointly impeached her, and her executive career ended just as it had begun."

An Ran had heard of the fearless title of the No. 1 Miss in Shanshu City, but she only met the real person today.

It is hard to believe that a young woman who looks like a college student indirectly killed a hostage because of her own error in judgment, but was happy to attend a place with high-class young VIPs.

From a situational perspective, if an emergency involving aliens occurs, the executive officer is indeed the superior of the police force on site and has the authority to take command.

An Ran’s comment on this is no comment.

He has no right to judge a person.

An Ran's gaze left the woman. He knew that many women were interested in the title of Young Master of the An Family and Director of the Strategy Bureau, but he rejected them all coldly with a wooden face.

Dad was right, his life was too monotonous. He never looked for women or went on dates, nor did he have the mood to indulge himself, and he had no other interests or hobbies.

The only interest...

Just change back to your true form and enjoy the ultimate madness at the last moment.

This kind of life finally changed with the vacation. When he stopped his previous day-to-day behavior, he realized that he was so far away from the world.

He looked at the screen. The auction item had been changed. The previous item had ended. The Wui Qiba (Eight) Zero Flag Flow Ceremony was completed with a reward of 420 million, and the winner was Master Wen.

Two waiters brought an object that looked like a plate, covered with a white cloth. It looked like a statue, or a work of art, as almost everyone thought.

"The items to be auctioned next will definitely surprise you. Even the former chief scientific researcher Dr. Weihausen would be amazed when he saw them. It was jointly produced by the three engineering departments of the Countermeasures Bureau in 2044. It is the pinnacle of the official Devouring Weapon of the Countermeasures Bureau! It once had a specific number, but now its owner has died."

The auctioneer lifted the white cloth...it was the red blood-winged dragon scale!

Possessed Devouring Weapon!

An Ran was slightly startled, and everyone on the field was also boiling with excitement. They should have made sarcastic remarks, but were shocked when they realized that this was a possessed type of swallowing Empress Wu.

There are only the first batch of possessed devouring weapons now, and there are sixteen in total. They are the weapons that executive officers dream of.

Even if the executive using the Devouring Weapon has strong physical fitness, he is still fragile, and the possessed Devouring Weapon perfectly makes up for this shortcoming.

Making people covered by phagocytes like alien species will surely be the trend of the future unification of phagocytosis and martial arts.

"The possessed devouring weapon 'Black Dragon' is a killing weapon that cannot be replicated with current private technology. It is only owned by this Countermeasures Bureau. Because it is a black object and with the seller's consent, the starting price is 10 million." The auctioneer smiled and glanced at the young people in front of him.

Not all the people present were young. Some of them were older, but they hid themselves in a low-key manner.