Alien Executioner

"No matter who you are...what kind of blood flows in your body, you are already dead. However, I am a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Since you are of benefit to me, I will also generously give you some gifts."

The octopus waved its tentacles mockingly, and its body slowly shrank. It took the Heart of Sorrow with it and drilled into the old man's chest, filling the originally empty organ.

"You want to transplant the Heart of Sorrow... I have to admit that this is the craziest idea I have ever heard. Although I am also curious about what will happen, anyway, since you have failed, let me make good use of your body."

Under the flickering flames, the terrifying huge shadow gradually disappeared into a weak body.

After a long time, "Master Jiu" opened his eyes.

The old man stretched out his hands stiffly, and his empty eyes gradually showed some color after a while. When he stood up, he made extremely uncoordinated and awkward movements.

"It's been a while since I've inhabited a human body... Is this how it feels?"

The old man moved his body, strangely bending backwards 90 degrees, the bones in his body were devoured by the dead cells, and his originally weak body gradually gained muscle.

He looked at his outstretched hands, then raised his head to look at the cross, rushed over, pulled it out and threw it on the ground, then kicked over the candle.

He bent down to pick up the white spear, and his left hand condensed into fat gray tentacles, which wrapped around it and crushed it into pieces.

It was a stiff black flower, and the heart of sorrow that created and devoured Wu had long since died.

The familiar breath from Lingsan's Neighbors' Death and Sorrow awakened his memory.

"So it's you..." He looked at the flower pretending to be sad.

“Hehehe… Poor acting.” An unknown voice came from behind the strange and mysterious girl.

He instantly retreated dozens of meters to the door and looked at everything inside cautiously. The voice just now came from behind him, hiding in the shadows.

Soon it found it. It was the countless pieces of flesh in the upper corner, covered with a semi-swirling hard shell like a snail, with a red tongue sticking out.

"Giggle..."

"Bagas, you are still alive?" The old man covered his twisted face. He was in a weak state after just completing the boarding.

The meeting between two Shangs is often full of blood and brutality, but there are always exceptions.

"Dirty, smelly octopus, you are blind and deaf." Bagshas sneered.

The old man was silent for a while.

"Are you going to eat me while I'm weak?"

"Who knows? I'm not like you crazy monsters." Ling

"You are not Bagshas!" The old man sneered, "If I am not mistaken, you are using the power of Bagshas and are its user."

"It's not surprising that you can guess. Shang is really scary." Bagshas' voice sounded a little regretful.

"Although I don't know who you are, the fact that that woman gave you the right to use Bagshas means that you are also a poor creature who was chosen."

"Oh, yes, yes."

The old man resisted the urge to rush over and tear it to pieces. When Shang was in the process of hosting, it would be very unstable for a period of time. The individual being hosted would fester because he could not withstand the large number of phagocytes that were deployed.

It needs Jiu Ye's identity.

Because of another Shang, its sister.

Hidden in many Moroccan manors, the lingering smell makes it fall into obsession and madness. The advent of the King of Death is often based on cannibalism of blood relatives.

Because after becoming the King of Shang, it is no longer itself, but a third independent individual, a mixture of the rationality of the two Shangs.

Only when cannibalism is accomplished among blood relatives can one maintain a trace of clarity of mind and thus seize control of the body.

As for the Naya I met before...

It roughly guessed its true identity. It was just a group of sharks that had eaten a bite of its flesh and blood, and strangely transformed into groups of Half-Sang. Such power was like that of a god.

But there is no God in this world, and the so-called God may just be some powerful creature.

"Where is that woman?" he demanded.

"I don't know, haha..." Bagshas grinned.

"She must also know about Naya's existence, and her purpose is not just to open the abyss, poor creature. I hope to see you again in the future." He turned and faced the jungle outside the church.

Cage, who was hiding in the tree, widened his eyes. In front of him were twenty-five people in different clothes standing in front of the old man, each wearing the same mask.

No one had ever seen all the members of the Alphabet Organization at the same time, but this time he saw them.

This was a premeditated gathering, and among the crowd, someone was wearing a mask with the letter "E" on it!

The old man smiled with pleasure. His original self probably didn't know until his death that his identity as E in the Alphabet Organization was also fake. He was a puppet who didn't deserve to have an identity.

Everyone bowed their heads towards the old man.

"and many more!"

These two words attracted the old man's attention, and a man with a crew cut, wearing a mask with the letter C in it and a tattered suit, emerged from the ground beside his feet.

"Sorry, sorry, brothers and sisters. I'm late. The executor chased me all the way."

The man tried to climb out, and his miserable appearance made everyone doubt how such a person could become a member of the Alphabet Organization.

"Can you help me? I'm stuck..." He stretched out his hand to Jiu Ye.

"Master Jiu" was silent.

Chapter 123: Afterthought (I)

When An Ran found the director of the scientific research department, the middle-aged man with glasses was not in the underground laboratory, but in the connecting floor on the underground first floor of the Countermeasures Bureau.

The underground first floor of the Countermeasures Bureau is the only passage connecting to the underground scientific research department.

This is a highly confidential and super-protected floor. It was originally the office area of ​​the Intelligence Department, but was later divided into the Scientific Research Department and transformed into a lounge by this group of geeks.

This became their residence.

An Ran walked through the brightly lit corridor and could hear noisy sounds on both sides. Some people were drinking to release their depression, while others were playing cards in a group. It was obvious that none of them were working at this time. Only the permanent cleaning staff who had passed the inspection were left to clean the place below.

In front of this group of people, An Ran seemed too special. To be more precise, he was special everywhere and anyone could recognize him at a glance.

"Hey, Director, would you like to play a few cards?" The deputy minister who was standing at the door watching made an invitation.

An Ran just took a quick glance. He was not interested in relaxing methods like gambling. If possible, he would rather lurk in the dark as Naya, looking for one alien prey after another.

"No, where is your minister?"

"We're drinking at this time, in the room at the front. Director, may I know what you want to see the minister about?" The deputy minister was a younger man.

He looked to be less than thirty years old, with messy hair and a slightly tired smile, and he was still wearing a white windbreaker uniform.

The uniforms of the Research Department are different from those of the executive officers. Although they also graduate as quasi-executive officers, their major course is not about conquering alien species, but about studying alien species.

There were several spots of dirt on the white uniform, like bloodstains from the Devouring Sorrow.

An Ran was not in a hurry, so he answered half-truthfully:

"I want to personally hear his report on the recent progress of the Devouring Weapon stage of the Research Department. Of course, my Devouring Weapon is broken, you know what I mean."

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile.

How could the deputy section chief not understand? He understood when he heard the director say that his Devouring Weapon was broken. In the past, An Ran always used this reason to take away their exquisite Devouring Weapons one after another.

If we were to say who the Research Department hates the most, besides Consultant Zhu who has been trying every means to reduce the independent authority of the Research Department, it would be An Ran who likes to get things for free.

The research department has a love-hate relationship with this director.

Because most of the funding for this department is currently obtained through An Ran.

"Actually, I have to warn you about one thing... Director," the deputy minister told him. "The minister hopes that no one will disturb him tonight."

"What's up with him?"

"I don't know, actually. Anyway, he would close the door every Sunday night and would not respond to any questions. He even rejected your sister."

"Is there no movement?" An Ran asked.

"How do we know? The minister told us not to get close, so we didn't get close." The deputy minister pointed to the surveillance camera on the ceiling and signaled with his eyes.

"Perhaps your good friend knows."

It's really interesting. Calling the Secretary of the Countermeasures Bureau, Zero, a good friend of him and An Xin, is it a joke or a teasing?

An Ran looked at the red dot of the surveillance camera. This short conversation was not monitored by anyone. After a few seconds of silence, no message came from the phone.

If Ling can serve the An family, he will also serve him.

The lack of any hints may be a hint that it doesn't know what the Minister of Research and Development is doing.

An Ran didn't stop and walked quickly through the corridor.

At the end, there is a steel door similar to the captain's room of a cruise ship, with a combination lock in the middle that glows green, and a small display screen above it.

He reached out and pressed the communication button below the display.

Long wait.

The screen lit up, An Ran raised her head slightly, stared at the man in the screen for two seconds, and then the door opened.

Before An Ran walked in, the man happily greeted her barefoot.

"Hey hey hey why are you here, aren't you on vacation?"

He was a man wearing cow pajamas. He looked a little strange at first glance. An Ran followed him in and quickly scanned the surroundings.

A bedroom combined with a small laboratory, filled with precision instruments and samples. In the corner there is a small water tank, soaking the entire Devouring Sorrow.

The black object similar to anemone is the complete form of Devouring Sorrow.

There was also a faint smell of red wine in the air, a smell that had lingered for so long that it could not be dispelled.

After the man put on his glasses, the director of the scientific research department who was familiar to An Ran finally appeared in front of him.

Quasi-hall executive, Wang Feng.

"It's really rare. A surprise inspection in the middle of the night?" Wang Feng fumbled around the instrument for a long time but couldn't find any tea, so he had no choice but to pour two glasses of wine.

An Ran took the wine glass and rubbed it gently. She could imagine this seemingly clean man drinking alone.

This is expensive red wine. He took a sip and had to admit that among the many red wines he had drunk, this one was considered top-notch. Wang Feng was also a person who knew how to enjoy life.

"its not bad, right?"

Wang Feng raised his glass with pride, which seemed out of place with the cow pajamas he was wearing.

An Ran nodded and admitted: "Very good, including your taste, I have to say it is comparable to Bordeaux, far better than 'Ship of Silence' and Baidi."

"It's still far behind Master An."

"Isn't this kind of red wine very expensive?" An Ran suddenly said, "High-quality things often have corresponding market prices. This doesn't look like your collection. You are a well-known alcoholic."

"I said that the money to buy hops came from the experimental funds transferred in your name. You won't be angry, right?" Wang Feng answered slowly.

“I rarely get angry.”

"Just kidding, although these red wines are of extremely high quality, they have no brand and are very cheap. They all come from a winery called Domorocco."

"I've heard of that winery. My father wanted to buy it for me and entrust me to run it, but I refused." An Ran nodded.

Wang Feng lowered his head and licked the wine, with a nonchalant look behind his thick lenses.

"That's such a pity. If you became the owner of a winery, maybe I could buy all the wine at the lowest price." He smiled gently.

An Ran shook her head and wanted to say that she was not good at business, so she rejected all of her father's attempts to buy property for her.

The underground floor is very warm, not only because of the temperature controller and comfortable air conditioning, but also because of the red wine in the glass, which is as sweet as blood.

An Ran was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that such a bloody thought would come to his mind.

He wanted to change the subject without seeming impatient.

Chapter 124: Afterthought (Part )

An Ran quickly looked at Wang Feng's whole body, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. He put down his wine glass, and the temperature around him dropped noticeably in an instant.

The topic could be changed with just one movement or even a look. Wang Feng obviously realized this and also put down his glass and relaxed.

After a long time, An Ran just covered his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"You look ridiculous in this outfit. Can you tell me? Why would a highly respected Minister of Research and Development dress like a little cow?"

"I have the habit of getting a good night's sleep on weekends, and this outfit is very comfortable to wear." Wang Feng shrugged.

"Beauty sleep?"

"It's weird, isn't it? People like us who have been engaged in xenospecies research for a long time, in your eyes we should be tireless and stay in a closed space day and night. In fact, not only is it not the case, we are people who enjoy life very much. This is our second world, and people outside know only a little about us."