Alien Executioner

"It comes from the Shang A Improved Devouring Weapon. I think we are going to find that team."

What Sister Tang said was not wrong. The sharp knife marks on the broken arm and the piercing wound on the chest that looked like a kitchen knife corresponded to the previous Shang A improved swallowing weapon.

"They are most likely killed."

An Ran stated the result that was destined from the beginning. He swept his eyes across the darkness and slowly walked towards the corpses. There were executives, guards, special police, scientific researchers in red coats, and even more headless freaks.

He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and saw the corpses of hundreds of monsters lying on the ground. They all had the same characteristics, all of their heads were chopped off, and their heads were piled in the corner, with eyes of all sizes staring at him.

It was not like the executive officer to pile up the heads in the corner, but there was no doubt that it was an outside lurker. That person seemed to be very fast, or rather, that group of people were very fast.

An Ran squatted in front of the headless corpse, lifted up the sleeve of his windbreaker, and touched its skin with his hand. There were large patches of blood on the ground. The muscles of the monster were tight and stiff, showing a running posture. Combined with his impression of the monsters, they all had their heads cut off while moving at high speed.

The monsters were very fast, and each one had its head chopped off precisely, which showed that the butcher was even more terrifying. This was a complete massacre targeting the monsters.

Is that the elite executive?

Song Yixue...

An Ran recalled the name and remembered that the possessed devouring weapon recovered from Sally Club came from Zi Lan Middle School.

The devouring weapon was taken by an alien named Li Yun. Perhaps he had been to this place before, or perhaps this place was related to him.

Sister Tang shuddered. The sight of so many corpses lying here made her feel uneasy. She always felt like there were ghosts staring at her, so she stretched out the Centipede Girl.

"These freaks seemed to have been killed in an instant, along with the guards." She also saw this.

"The guards had guns in their hands. They knew the best way to deal with the executive officer was to shoot, rather than engage in close combat. But they all died before the safety was even turned off."

"Yes." An Ran nodded in agreement.

"The killer still has some humanity." Sister Tang checked the bodies of several guards. Without exception, they were stabbed in the chest, but the penetrating wounds were not as big as the previous ones.

Like being pierced by something sharp.

"The guards' heads are still there, which means that he is not bloodthirsty. Cutting off the monsters' heads may be to kill them completely." Sister Tang said.

"Because normal freaks have extremely strong vitality, unlike the defective products out there." An Ran stood up, and the blood on his hands was absorbed by his skin.

There was only one lamp on the ceiling that emitted a faint white light, so only a small area was bright. The whole hall was still dim, so it was difficult to see the footprints on the ground.

He saw the bright red on the ground through his blood eyes, and the straight corridor leading to the connecting hall. The corridor was very wide, with pillars on both sides, leading to another hall.

An Ran looked at the other side of the hall for a long time and did not move.

Sister Tang understood instantly, stood up, held the Centipede Girl tightly, and threw the ray gun on her waist to the ground to facilitate the next battle.

It was a very subtle sound at first. An Ran heard the heartbeats gathering together and dull sounds coming from the front. They formed fast black shadows, shuttling back and forth under the light.

The appearance of the monster was gradually revealed. It was not the form of a certain monster, but... the outline of a human!

"Oh my God..." Sister Tang was stunned.

These monsters have human outlines and puppet-like bodies. They have no faces or skin, and their entire bodies are covered with wriggling blood-red muscles!

They are still freaks, true freaks that have been bred! Transformed by humans, they are a legion of monsters that are completely controlled by the experimenters.

"I would rather see them as artificial aliens than monsters like this." Sister Tang lowered her voice, ready to face these monsters at any time.

The moment she finished saying this, the freaks swung their muscles and rushed over, hissing like snakes, with palms as big as iron pots and sharp claws.

They were as fast as bullets! In just one second, they closed the distance of dozens of meters!

An Ran decisively pushed the woman beside him away and tried to fight with the sickle. The sharp bone claws pierced his body, splashing black blood.

When Sister Tang stood up and looked up, she was stunned. The huge shock caused a blank in her brain.

The man was pierced by countless claws and lifted up, but he did not let go of the sickle in his hand. The freaks threw him against the wall angrily, and the moment the bone claws separated from his body, the wound worsened. The black blood splashed in the air solidified in an instant, and the whole man fell against the wall.

At the moment when An Ran had not yet landed on the ground, the monster had already appeared beside him, and its bone claws pierced his head.

"His-"

The monster's body froze and it roared in disbelief.

An Ran grabbed the bone claw and broke it. He rolled over while falling, and his other hand, as sharp as a sword, pierced into its heart.

He raised his head slowly, with only indifference in his eyes.

The burly freak fell down, and An Ran stood up lightly. He bent down to pick up the sickle to search, and held the shoulder of the second freak with his other hand.

This was an incomprehensible speed. Even Sister Tang didn't see clearly what had just happened. He surpassed the speed of this group of freaks, and a terrible atmosphere filled the air.

She thought of black blood!

But this is not even the limit of Director An Ran. He still has the trump card of his real body Naya. In fact, the result was completely doomed from the beginning.

An Ran initially judged that the threat level of these monsters was S-level. The monsters seemed to have a strong speed advantage, just like their physical bodies.

Once he caught up with their speed, he would see them as fragile as the defective products outside.

He raised his right hand, the knife light cut through the air, and all the monsters were killed.

He lowered his head to look at the blood-stained windbreaker and shrugged helplessly.

Sister Tang looked at him for a while before she said softly:

"Thank you."

"This is the real freak. What we encountered before were all defective products." An Ran kicked the corpse over and glanced at it casually.

"Perhaps only alien species can keep up with their speed."

"Within the human range, that is indeed the case, unless you use a possessed devouring weapon." An Ran finished off each monster.

Sister Tang's eyes never left An Ran's wounds. These penetrating wounds were slowly filled with blood and flesh, and finally restored to full health.

Chapter 144: Strange Friends (Part )

He lowered his head and looked at the tattered remains of his windbreaker with some regret.

The bone spur also caused serious damage to the khaki clothes when it pierced through the body. An Ran couldn't help feeling heartbroken. He wanted to take it off and eat it with his tentacles so that he could store it in the internal space of the tentacles.

"Damn it! It's not over yet!"

Sister Tang suddenly spoke up. They had been trying to keep quiet. The situation before them was extremely depressing, with corpses all over the floor and blood gushing out. When these humanoid monsters died, their hearts did not stop beating immediately. Instead, they pumped out a large amount of blood, which splashed onto the wall.

The glass tube lights on the ceiling suddenly flickered, and the farthest distance the light could reach was a blurry dimness, and something was coming out from inside.

An Ran raised his head.

He heard a heavy heartbeat, like the roar of a giant dragon. Even Sister Tang noticed it and tightened her hands holding the sword.

"It's endless."

An Ran pointed the sickle towards the darkness. This direction seemed to be the entrance to the breeding room. Monsters were pouring out of it continuously. This was one of the entrances to the laboratory. There should be more powerful monsters stationed here.

tick tock...tick tock...

The ticking sound of a clock echoed in the darkness, followed by steady footsteps. It was hard to believe what kind of person this was.

A pair of black leather shoes stepped on the ground splattered with black blood, and a pink figure gradually appeared under the dull light.

A mysterious person appeared in sight, tall and slender, and it was difficult to identify his gender. He had pink cat ears on his head and a white round mask on his face, but he could feel the stare of someone under him, which was cold and chilly, like a bone-chilling chill.

The letter "V" is engraved on the mask.

An Ran looked at the mysterious man's clothes, a somewhat funny pink and white pajamas.

He felt a faint sense of familiarity.

"The Palace Executive is here to visit me. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

A man's voice came from the mask. He gracefully posed in standard ball etiquette. His tight pajamas made him look very thin.

The sudden greeting made An Ran alert.

He was secretly surprised that there was no heartbeat in the man's body. He was holding an old pocket watch in his hand and wearing black gloves.

That terrifying heartbeat is still hidden deep inside.

"The letter V!" Sister Tang recognized his identity.

An Ran signaled her not to do anything. The latter held the centipede girl and waited for the opportunity. He took two steps forward and closed the distance between them.

He was not afraid of the members of the Alphabet Organization. In his eyes, the individual combat capabilities of these aliens were not strong, and the super aliens of SS were just lambs to be slaughtered in front of Naya.

He once led a group of half-Sang to challenge the real Shang. Even though he was already in a semi-coma at that time, and the one who led the half-Sang was actually the worm, and he was defeated, it was enough to show that Naa was not on the same level as the aliens, so there was no need for him to be afraid of it.

An Ran was just afraid of the Shang behind this organization.

The man shrugged at Sister Tang: ⑴

"I prefer people to call me Mr. Cat Ears. Could this lady please put away your toys?"

"What? Are you scared by it?"

"I hate ugly things." Mr. Cat Ears' voice was a little sharp.

"So this is the Alphabet Organization's freak laboratory? The place the Countermeasures Bureau has been looking for is actually hidden under a middle school. It's amazing."

I don't know whether Sister Tang was praising or mocking, but she didn't feel the slightest bit nervous, which might have something to do with Mr. Cat Ears' funny outfit.

The entire Alphabet Organization is composed of 26 super aliens, each of whom is extraordinary, except for Daqiang who is still imprisoned in the Abyss Prison.

Mr. Cat Ears walked towards them, pacing casually, each of his steps was deliberately kept elegant, not worrying about the executive officer's surprise attack.

"If I hadn't done this, you would have found me soon. But now you have found me, but I didn't expect a devil to come."④

Mr. Cat Ears is a bit playful.

"I'm really lucky, aren't I? I'm... the third person to meet you, right? Does that count as the third prize? Can you put down the sickle? I feel a little scared."

An Ran felt that this man was a little neurotic, but she could not deny that there was an inexplicable dangerous aura about him, like a ghost returning from hell.

How could a person have no heartbeat? This matter is inherently mysterious.

Rash actions may be accompanied by certain risks, which makes An Ran a little hesitant.

It is impossible to confirm his identity, so it is impossible to deny whether he is Shang.

An Ran hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Are you the one maintaining the experiments here?"

When he asked this question he was prepared for no answer.

If there is no other dove in Lingba, Mr. Cat Ears shrugged and said:

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not."

"Then why are you talking so much——"

An Ran finally took action and jumped above Mr. Cat Ears almost in the blink of an eye. He swung the black and red sickle downwards, his movements as light as a gust of wind.

Mr. Cat Ears paused for a moment, perhaps not expecting that the director would not give him a chance to speak. He slid back a step, and the soles of his leather shoes left a line on the blood-stained ground.

Even if he moved half a body distance away, it was difficult to avoid the sickle, because An Ran had extremely rich combat experience. The bloody blade drew a dazzling half moon and cut off the arm.

Mr. Cat Ears successfully created distance by sacrificing his arm. A large number of phagocytes emerged from the severed part and it recovered quickly.

“Incredible healing powers.”

The first thing An Ran said after landing was admiration, and his eyes moved back and forth between Mr. Cat Ears' wound and mask.

Mr. Cat Ears said sincerely:

"It's still far behind you."

Another one who knows his own identity.

An Ran did not show any surprise. In his eyes, this man was destined to die. The devil's hatred was far more terrifying than the god of death's scythe, and a dead man who was chopped off could only take the secret into the grave.

He launched a second round of attack, this time teaming up with Sister Tang. The stretched-out centipede girl bit Mr. Cat Ears, and the three of them were less than two meters apart.

Mr. Cat Ears finally unfolded his phagocytes. The characteristics of the alien species were mostly different, but his characteristic was blood-red vines like spider webs.

The vines spread several meters around the man, like a wandering snake.

In the blink of an eye, the two devouring weapons had collided with the blood weaves many times. The blood weaves wrapped around Mr. Cat Ears' back were extremely strong and sparks were produced when they collided.

The harsh sound of collision echoed throughout the hall.

Sister Tang seemed to be struggling, but An Ran was doing it with ease. He was even a little careless when moving at high speed, and his eyes were always looking at the monster's corpse on the ground.

When they were once again distanced from each other, his left hand reached for the T4 pistol in his windbreaker, took it out without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.

The glass bullet burned in the air, drew a graceful light red line, passed through Mr. Cat Ears' mask, and shot into his forehead.