Alien Executioner

These people are either retired executives or prospective executives who have not successfully completed their training. In short, they all know the greatest value of the Devouring Wu in front of them.

They realized that this was a black object. The original owner of the Devouring Weapon was killed and the Devouring Weapon was lost. The seller picked up the weapon and wanted to resell it.

They chose to auction it because they were afraid of being traced.

"Won't they be traced?" someone asked in a raised voice.

"I can answer this responsibly: Yes, but it depends on who is willing to take the risk. Besides, the user of the possessed devouring weapon must be an elite executive." said the auctioneer.

An Ran, who was sitting on the upper level, turned his head and looked at Hilbert. Hilbert responded to the look and the man shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I sell everything here. If you care... as a shareholder, you have the right to track down everything about the seller."

Chapter 110: Auction Passion

An Ran did not respond, but just glanced at Hilbert. It would be a lie to say that he didn't care, and he just nodded thoughtfully.

All elite executive officers who died should be recorded in the Countermeasures Bureau system. As the director, he did not receive any information about the death of an elite executive officer.

Elite Executives are the high-level combat force of the Countermeasures Bureau, second only to the Palace, and have the ability to independently fight against S-level aliens.

There are also some elite executives who are candidates for the Hall of Fame, and can be considered quasi-Hall of Fame, and they also have the ability to fight against SS-level aliens.

This involves a possessed devouring weapon...

In order to confirm the authenticity, he used his mobile phone to open the access system to Zero, and then frowned.

After a while, he took a breath slowly.

"An elite executive officer did go missing recently. He was an elite executive officer from the Zilan City branch."

An Ran looked at the information on the screen. Before the elite executive disappeared, he was conducting a manhunt with a group of teams. The operation took place at Zi Lan Middle School. They were communicating throughout the process, but the connection was lost in the end. The entire team, including the two special police teams, lost contact and the search was fruitless.

The opponent is an unknown force headed by S-level aliens and another seven forces.

According to the photos in the operation report, many bloody body parts and some weird figures were seen.

Is it related to freaks?

"Do we need to terminate the auction?" Hilbert asked.

"No, just tell me who the seller is and I'll find him myself."

"This involves the club's credibility. I'll let him come to you in person." Hilbert said and stood up and left.

Only Ling and An Ran were left.

The bidding has already begun. After the excitement, the whole place fell into an eerie silence. They were hesitating whether to take the risk. The possessed devouring weapon was too tempting.

Without exception, the people present were all children of wealthy families. They had received executive training just to keep up with the trend. In high-class social activities, the identity of an executive was so dazzling. They could love this devouring weapon, but hesitated about the risks they had to take for its value.

Master Wen looked around, raised his head slightly and smiled complacently, demonstrating his wealth and power in the dead silence.

"1100 million." The assistant beside him held up a sign.

"Mr. No. 21, raise your paddle once!" The auctioneer raised his voice to liven up the atmosphere.

"1200 million." Following closely behind was No. 22, who seemed to be an acquaintance of Master Wen. The two of them smiled at each other while holding up their signs, their eyes unwilling to be outdone.

"Then it's 1500 million, you don't have to waste your time." Young Master Wen was obviously determined to get it.

"I have to remind you, Mr. Wen, are you sure it is 1500 million?" the auctioneer looked at the man and asked.

"Why? You think I can't afford so much money?"

"No, the auction transaction of Sally Club is based on the bounty. If you win the bid, it means you need to complete a bounty task worth 1500 million from the seller. Such a high bounty is very difficult to complete. I am just giving you a routine reminder. It is the same for everyone."

After saying this, the auctioneer bowed apologetically.

"I can understand." Master Wen retracted his smile and nodded, then snapped his fingers contemptuously, and the assistant beside him raised the sign again.

“So let’s increase it to 2000 million.”

"Twenty million at a time!" The auctioneer took a deep breath and re-bid the table.

The rapid increase in price caused an uproar in the audience. Even though this group of young people had the support of their families, they did not have the courage to raise the price on their own initiative.

They cannot complete the difficult bounty alone, and if they succeed in the competition, they need to let the entire family pay for it.

Some people picked up their phones to make calls, while others asked the elders behind them. It turned out that those elderly people were not only VIPs, but also the parents of some individuals.

The young executives-to-be are the facade of the older generation, the stone that stirs up waves in the test.

Or you may want to cultivate it and release it to hone it.

Man No. 44 was obviously very hesitant. He looked around restlessly, his long brown hair and blue eyes revealed his identity.

The man said something to the translator behind him, and the translator held up the sign.

"2100."

"Fuck, what the hell."

Young Master Wen couldn't help but swear. He didn't expect that there would be someone competing with him. When the price jumped to 2000 million, some people had already left.

He signaled his assistant to raise the price, lit a cigarette, and clenched his fists with a frown.

"2200 million." The assistant held up a sign.

"2300."

"2400."

"2500 million..."

The competition became fierce after several rounds. Mr. Wen felt a sense of crisis and ordered his assistant to keep raising the price. The others were curious about the identity of man No. 44.

Although Master Wen is not the most outstanding or the richest among those present, he is definitely the most extravagant and knows how to spend money the best.

And man No. 44 seemed to be a stranger.

"Damn it, is a possessed devouring weapon so expensive?" An Ran observed the scene and felt puzzled.

"As the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, you don't know?" Ling was a little surprised.

"I don't know. I usually pick things directly from the research department. I take whatever I see that's suitable. I rarely try to snatch things, and no one stops me." An Ran replied calmly.

The bell was silent.

An Ran was telling the truth. He actually didn't have much idea about the value of Devouring Martial Arts.

His two super devouring weapons, Seeking and Punishment, were all made of SS-level Devouring Sorrow. The former was given by the Minister of Research and Development, and the latter was snatched by Li Fei.

He also had a bunch of Devouring Weapons in his room at home. Because they looked so good, An Ran wanted to collect them and brought them back from the Research Department.

The Minister of Research and Development did not make a clear statement on this.

"The sale of Devouring Weapons is strictly prohibited in the Third District. The price of an official Type A Devouring Weapon from the Countermeasures Bureau is estimated to be around 1400 million, and if it is a private replica, it is 800 million." Ling said.

"What about the possessed type?"

"The Possession Devouring Weapon cannot be reproduced with current private technology. An unknown tycoon once offered a high price to a certain owner, but in the end, he couldn't even get the price of 4.5 million."

"It seems that the executive officer resisted the temptation." An Ran expressed his appreciation.

"No, the owner thinks the money is too little." Ling's answer always surprised him.

"4500 million sold! Congratulations to the No. 21 winner, Mr. Wen!" The auctioneer's voice drowned out the conversation between the two.

The off-stage auction had ended, and in the end, Master Wen won the prize with a reward of 4500 million. He stood up and took the wine glass handed to him by his assistant.

Master Wen raised his glass proudly, and everyone applauded. The guest at No. 44 gritted his teeth and angrily stood up and left, accompanied by the translator.

The auctioneer nodded, and when he saw Master Wen turning around to leave, he tried to stop him.

"Mr. Wen, there are still two auctions to go. Are you leaving now?"

Wen stopped now. He did not turn around to answer the auctioneer directly. Instead, he straightened his clothes and turned to all the competitors with a subtle smile.

"No thanks. Although I am very interested in everything here, I have to give others a chance, otherwise I will be talked about as a domineering barbarian."

After saying this, he left.

Master Wen passed Hilbert by. Hilbert looked at him in surprise and walked towards him quickly. His appearance attracted everyone.

His gaze followed Hilbert and then turned to An Ran.

They finally noticed An Ran. This calm man's aura overwhelmed everyone.

Recognized his identity and was surprised by his appearance.

"The seller of the Devouring Weapon has arrived and is waiting at the teahouse." Hilbert stood beside them and glanced at everyone, acting like an assistant.

Chapter 111: Master Wen

In the Sally Club Tea Room, two men had been waiting for a long time.

When I was at the door, the phagocytes in my body began to speak.

Led by Hilbert, An Ran came to the so-called tea room. As soon as he stepped through the door, he felt an inexplicable oppression and was keenly aware of the gazes being scrutinized.

He suddenly paused, and Ling, who was following behind him, also stopped.

"I'm not welcome?"

An Ran's eyes met the man. He was a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with black hair parted in the middle and wearing black-framed glasses. He looked like a poisonous snake.

The other person was wearing a neat suit and sitting in a dignified posture, sipping tea.

He fought back in his most perfect form, his eyes casually sweeping across their faces, and he sat on the chair.

The waiter who was in charge of pouring the wine bowed to him.

"These are the two sellers, Mr. Wen Zhong and Mr. Li Yun." Hilbert sat in his seat and introduced them to An Ran.

"It's better to meet in person than to hear about you for a long time. Hello, Director An Ran, I am Wen Zhong." The man with the glasses stretched out his hand.

An Ran ignored it.

Hilbert looked at the two vendors without giving them a good expression, and introduced them coldly:

"This is Mr. An Ran, the largest shareholder of the Sally Club."

After saying this, he relaxed his expression and looked at An Ran.

"In what capacity have you decided to talk to them?"

"As an executive officer." An Ran said coldly.

The man named Wen Zhong's face changed slightly. He withdrew his hand and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the man next to him.

"Director An Ran, we have already understood the specific situation. I think there is a misunderstanding. In fact, we are also victims." The man named Li Yun said easily.

"Actually, I didn't want to waste time and should have just left, but I guess you guys will answer all my questions in this situation." An Ran went straight to the point without giving anyone a break.

"Where did this Devouring Weapon come from? I know you will have ten thousand answers to this question, but I will follow my own judgment."

"So unreasonably strong." Wen Zhong muttered softly.

"Actually, we don't know where this Devouring Weapon came from, and we are not the first seller." Li Yun answered without any hesitation.

"Oh?"

"It was sold to us by a merchant who resells Devouring Weapons. He not only smuggles them, but also spends most of his time picking up Devouring Weapons from executive officers. I think this one was picked up by him."

"So I understand that you knew that this Devouring Weapon came from the Countermeasures Bureau, but you still chose to sell it, right?"

An Ran's question made the man with glasses feel uneasy. He deliberately changed the topic around the Devouring Weapon to put pressure on the two of them.

He sensed a familiar scent from Li Yun, which was the delicious taste of alien phagocytes, so the calm phagocytes gradually became enthusiastic.

Another alien species.

Roughly around S level, the smell is a bit uneven.

Took Serum No. 4?

An Ran could now identify an alien species by its smell, and within a minute he knew Li Yun's general appearance.

He did not alert the enemy, but waited quietly.

The aliens that take the serum generally come from the forces under the Alphabet Organization. Although such aliens are not difficult to deal with, they are afraid of suicidal devouring attacks.

He pretended that he had not woken up yet. The group did not know Li Yun's identity and only thought that he was a businessman selling devouring weapons.

Li Yun smiled faintly. Wen Zhong was completely different from him.

"Director An Ran, I admit that we illegally possessed the Devouring Weapon, but this was purely for the purpose of collection. We did not know the specific details of the Devouring Weapon when we purchased it. We spent 2400 million on it because it looked exactly like a work of art and was so beautiful that we bought it."