Alien Executioner

"is it?"

"Of course, Brother Yong, now is the time for us to cheer, let's have a drink..."

There was only a dim white flower lamp in the remote room of the Research Department.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a tall, thin figure walked in. He glanced at the man sleeping soundly on the sofa and the countless beer bottles scattered on the floor.

The man's glasses fell to the ground, and his faint breathing rose and fell evenly.

Seeing this, he leaned against the door frame and shrugged.

"In fact, you already knew the secret of the blood of the ancient gods, right?"

The sound was not loud. The man slowly opened his eyes and got up from the sofa, but did not speak.

The tall, thin figure kicked the beer off the floor and it crashed into the corner with a thumping sound.

"Everyone outside is opening champagne, but you're staying in such a shabby place drinking cheap beer. You didn't care from the beginning."

"I'm just a little sleepy." The man smiled.

"I hope you won't forget what you have to do." The tall and thin figure looked at him casually, reminding him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" The man put on his glasses, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I dare not. I am just a little curious. The blood of the ancient gods can give an object consciousness and life. After the aliens drink it, the phagocytic cells in their bodies will come alive, thus undergoing a transformation of atavism and becoming a follower infinitely close to Shang. This is like a gift, but what if it is an ordinary human?"

"I don't know." The man stood up, staggered to the corner, bent down and picked up the bottle.

"Just like when a follower is transformed into a devourer, he won't lose his mind and can eat without restraint, right?"

"Maybe."

The man walked out the door, threw the several bottles he had picked up into the trash can, and turned to look at the tall and thin figure.

"Nothing good ever happens when you show up. What happened this time?"

The tall and thin figure was silent for a long time:

"Master Jiu is dead, and that Shang escaped. This is beyond our control."

"Where's Cage?"

"did not find."

"Go find Mr. V and find Cage. I want to know what happened, but at the same time, be careful of Director An Ran."

"Why should I worry about him?" The tall and thin figure asked puzzled.

"He is carrying out a secret mission in Zilan City. It must be related to the breeding center. Cage is most likely still in Shanshu City. There is a chance that you will meet."

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"understood."

The tall and thin figure spread his hands, looking unconcerned.

"The An family is really intimidating, but is it really reliable for us to hide under their noses?"

"It's not hiding, it's a subtle coexistence. Have you forgotten what happened on the day of the An family dinner?" the man with glasses reminded.

"Of course I remember. A father and son turned into aliens. To be more precise, they were freaks. Even though the director suppressed this matter, we know it is related to Shang."

"Shang has the ability to turn people into monsters. As long as this kind of creature exists in the world, there will be endless monsters." The man with glasses adjusted his clothes.

He gave a smug smile, but it was short-lived.

"As long as An Xin is willing, she can use the entire Countermeasures Bureau to control the executive officers around the world to launch a war against alien species. Such a war is undoubtedly horrific. The city will become riddled with holes and become like District 9. No one wants to see this."

"Even us?" The thin man was a little uncertain.

“Even us”

The man with glasses looked at him.

"On the surface, peace is necessary, but how long can this delicate balance last?"

"That's not something I want to consider anyway." The thin man shrugged.

The man with glasses widened his eyes and put his hands on the thin man's shoulders and shook him:

"How could that be! My dear friend, why do you think so? How did you become as flat as that damned Hilbert?"

"The former hall master 'Black Goat'?" the thin man asked casually.

"Fortunately you didn't forget him."

"How could that be? I heard that he came to Huacheng, but I haven't found any trace of him. It's really disturbing."

"I thought you didn't know much." The man with glasses was surprised. ⑵

The thin man slapped the two hands on his shoulders and snorted:

"Not many. I don't know what's going on in the East Huacheng area. There are servants from the An family all over the place, just like a sealed palace." Qi

"Don't go there if you have nothing to do. The waiters at the An family are very strange."

The man with glasses gave a reminder, even though he knew that his friend would probably not listen to his advice.

The thin man nodded in agreement, showing some fear.

"Yes, those waiters are generally very young, but each of them has the ability to be no less than an excellent executive. It makes people feel uneasy." I

"This is such a messy stage..." the man sighed.

Suddenly a phone rang and both of them held their breath at the same time.

The man with glasses answered the phone, and the two looked at each other:

"Yeah...I am. Okay, I got it. Tell her to wait a moment. I'll be right out."

The abrupt phone call episode lasted less than ten seconds from beginning to end. The man hung up the phone and walked slowly towards the door with brisk steps.

"I think it's a call from the Operations Department," the thin man asked.

"He's a tougher guy."

……

Reception hall on the first floor of the FACA building.

The lotus lamp was emitting bright white light. Two short porcelain cups were placed on the huge and exaggerated half-moon desk. A breeze blew in from the window, lifting a strand of her hair.

Li Fei made the tea, and white steam was rising from it.

She sat upright at her desk. The person sitting here was supposed to be the official reception assistant, but the assistant was standing outside the door, looking a little nervous.

It was just because he seldom came into contact with Section Chief Li Fei, so he felt awkward when he met this non-direct superior on this rare occasion.

Li Fei put her phone on the table and glanced at the time.

10:21.

I recited this number silently in my mind and listened to the faint sound outside the door.

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was the assistant, a rather shy young woman.

"Chief Li, Minister Wang is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Feng walked in with steady steps. He saw the documents on the chair at first glance and glanced around casually.

The assistant closed the door when he left, and there were only two people in the reception room.

Minister Wang Feng sat on an empty chair, somewhat confused:

"Do we have to meet in the reception room? You're talking as if I'm a guest. Damn it, I'm the legitimate director of the FACA Research Department."

"Don't you think it's too much trouble to go to my office?" Li Fei glanced at him.

"You can go to the basement floor."

Li Fei didn't say anything else, but handed the teacup to Wang Feng, not wanting to waste time on such a boring topic.

"Oh! You make great tea." Wang Feng took a sip and his face was intoxicated.

"Wang Feng, stop praising me. I haven't made tea many times, but I still have some self-awareness." Li Fei took a sip.

"But I am truly lucky to be able to drink the tea brewed by Sister Li."

"I'm just trying to sober you up. You reek of beer. Eh..."

Li Fei looked at Wang Feng with some disdain. At this time, the minister was not wearing the symbolic white coat, only an undershirt, and he reeked of alcohol.

It is hard to imagine that this gentle man who looks like a scholar has such a side. Wang Feng is a well-known pretty boy in the Countermeasures Bureau.

Although he is in his early thirties, he has a lot of good resources but no partner, and is envied by many girls.

Li Fei didn't have much affection for him.

Wang Feng lowered his head and sniffed, and the pungent smell of beer made him choke.

"I did drink a lot."

"Hey, your research department is lonely, has the funding been cut off? Have you been abandoned by An Ran? I remember that you only drink red wine."

Li Fei's slight sarcasm was just a symbolic form, but she was telling the truth.

Due to the highly closed nature of the Scientific Research Department, few people can truly understand what kind of people these are.

Only a few people know that the Research Department is not as serious as imagined, and it has also trained a large number of wine tasters.

Wang Feng is a master at tasting red wine, but he tries his best to hide the fact that he drinks.

"Just a change of taste." Wang Feng simply replied.

"cut."

Li Fei took the information from the chair, so Wang Feng narrowed his eyes, which meant that the key point was coming and her real purpose would be revealed immediately.

However, the head of the intelligence department did not deliberately bring up the topic and simply acted nonchalant.

"I suspect that the funds that An Ran secured for your department were all used to buy alcohol. Your research department is actually not serious at all."

"Sister Li, I was wrong. Please don't investigate me for misusing funds."

Wang Feng raised his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and the next second he looked surprised.

"Are you here just to investigate me? Oh my god... Can you give me a couple of days to deal with those piles of boxes of red wine?"

There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, which he covered up with some poor facial expressions and acting skills, trying to deliberately guide Li Fei to change the subject.

Li Fei smiled faintly. As an adult woman with a daughter, she revealed a gloomy feeling somewhat similar to An Ran, and gently picked up the teacup.

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She was never one to be serious and made a please gesture.

Wang Feng nodded, raised his teacup and drank it all, while paying attention to Section Chief Li's eyes.

The emotions revealed in the eyes will never lie, and even the most talented stage actor cannot hide them.

Observe quietly and put down the teacup gently.

"of course not."

Li Fei raised her eyebrows, looking as if she was smiling.

"The research department down there is really lively today. Are they having a party? Why didn't you invite me to celebrate something good?"

"Oh, Sister Li, there is nothing good about it." Wang Feng played with the teacup.

"I can't hide this from my eyes. If we make too much noise, it will disturb some people." Li Fei seemed to have some hidden meaning in her words.

Wang Feng touched his nose without revealing any extra emotion.

"Which people?" he asked casually:

"We are the two highest-ranking officials in the Countermeasures Bureau tonight. The director has delegated all powers to Secretary Zero, the director is on vacation, Lao Zhou is too tired and went home to rest early, and the guy in the logistics department is idle all day long. I don't know where he went on a date... As for Consultant Zhu, he doesn't have the habit of staying up late in the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Don't keep thinking like that. I'm looking for you for two things." Li Fei handed the documents to him.

Wang Feng did not choose to open it.

Li Fei said slowly:

"Here is a draft plan for a new type of weapon that was drafted by you half a month ago. The research department put a lot of effort into creating a weapon that can cause large-scale damage to alien species. It's called the Special Energy Cannon."