Alien Executioner

"Come on..."

Gu Zhilan realized that this was a trap, turned around, and saw a number of motorcycles parked at the door!

On the motorcycle, the thugs dressed in aggressive clothes with sarcastic faces surrounded the entire late-night snack shop.

"Hey, I heard you are the 'angel' of the flower shop." The leading thug was holding a stick and his eyes were covered with a layer of black film.

"Someone is offering to buy your life, alive or dead, complete or incomplete, it doesn't matter."

Countless greedy eyes swept over Gu Zhilan's body, some even whistled, and everyone was ready to cheer.

Gu Zhilan looked at this group of thugs coldly, knowing that they were inferior aliens, and the wings behind her spread out again.

She said indifferently: "You don't deserve it."

"Yeah, we are not worthy. How dare we offend the angel of the flower shop?" The leading thug laughed.

All the gangsters started laughing, not taking Gu Zhilan seriously at all. They took out half a bottle of serum from their pockets, obviously they were well prepared.

“Your cold face is so beautiful and arrogant…” The leading thug covered his face and laughed crazily, “It’s a pity to tear it off your head like this.”

Chapter 361: Egg of Rebirth (I)

The thugs were all holding weapons like sticks, and had no obvious abnormal features on their bodies. Even after drinking serum No. 4, it only caused their muscles to swell, and the black film composed of phagocytes in their eyes spread, covering half of their faces.

Gu Zhilan quickly scanned the group of people, probably less than twenty people.

Judging from the amount of phagocytes, they are all low-level minions below level B.

This was a trap set for me, and the organizer had not yet shown up.

Thinking of the contact number, she began to doubt the interior of the flower shop.

But now I can't allow myself to think too much, the gangsters have already rushed over in groups, they don't care about each other's identity at all, their eyes are full of madness. This is the chaos brought by serum No. 4, the pleasure that is more addictive than drugs makes it difficult for these gangsters to think.

They were completely controlled by the serum, and they shouted out vent as they rushed forward. The feather thorns left holes in their bodies, but they did not stop.

Gu Zhilan's phagocytes were not good at close combat, so they relied on their agility to jump behind them.

Another round of feather spikes was shot out, but the gangsters didn't feel any pain. Their bodies were covered with black and red blood, and they kept approaching.

Gu Zhilan finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

These hooligans are obviously only B-level, or even lower. Even if they drank the serum, they should not be able to survive so tenaciously. (

She had faced aliens that drank the serum, and the final result was always devouring.

But this time the situation is completely different.)

Isn't it serum No. 4...

She forced herself to calm down, kept distance, and looked for narrow alleys.

The pedestrians on the street fled in terror at the sudden battle. This trap was probably not perfect and was organized so hastily that the street was not blocked.

Perhaps the organizers did not have the ability to block the streets.

Isn't it a letter?

"Run! Run! Run!"

The leader of the gang rushed over on a motorcycle, holding a long knife and laughing crazily.

This group of thugs do not have sharp blades made of phagocytes, or tentacle-like organs. There are too few phagocytes in their bodies, which only makes them have physical fitness that is a hundred times stronger than that of humans.

She looked for the alley but couldn't find it. The bikers behind her were getting closer and closer, and there was a constant stream of teasing and noisy noises.

At the end of the street, the taxi was parked in the parking line. The driver was looking down at his cell phone. When he noticed something, he looked up and was stunned when he saw the girl and a group of thugs on motorcycles behind them.

"Oh my god, oh my god, why are there so many people here!" The driver opened the car door and jumped out, shouting excitedly.

"Big deal, big deal!"

"Psycho!" Gu Zhilan recognized the driver, ignored him, jumped over him, and flipped over.

"Don't step on my car!" The driver widened his eyes and looked at the thugs again.

He clenched his fists and raised his voice, trying to cover the roar of the motorcycle: "This road is my fault--"

The gangsters stepped on the accelerator and the motorcycle hit the taxi without hesitation, knocking the driver away.

Countless thugs pressed down on the driver. Their minds were clouded by drug addiction, and they finally came to their senses and regretted why they had crashed into the car like that.

At this moment, the leading thug found that his legs were grabbed by something.

Looking down, I saw the driver lying on the ground, grabbing his feet, spitting blood, and mumbling hoarsely:

"More money... more money..."

"Fuck you! You're a psycho!" The leading thug became furious and punched him.

"Go to hell, die, die! Where did this psychopath come from? Damn it! Go chase him!"

The other thugs stood up tremblingly. The series of motorcycle collisions just now had sobered them up, and some of them hesitated whether to continue chasing.

Gu Zhilan had disappeared from sight, and the leading thug took out all his anger on the man.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You're blocking your mother!"

Every time he swung his punch at the man's head, large amounts of blood gushed out, but the man still did not let go.

The gangster wanted to kick the man away, but he couldn't, so he pounced on the machete on the ground, picked it up and turned around to chop at the man's arm.

The man retracted his hand and avoided the chop, and the machete fell heavily on the gangster's own leg.

He reached out again, grabbing the thug's leg once more, digging his fingers into the wounds left by the machete.

"I fucked your mother!" The gangster was completely enraged, and the rest of the gang finally pulled the man away.

Countless sticks beat him viciously, and all the anger was concentrated on the same person.

“No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong…” The man shrank his body and protected his head with his hands.

"What's wrong!" The gang leader widened his eyes.

"Everything is wrong."

"How shameless!" The gang leader ordered the beating to continue. He wanted to torture the man, so he let go of his hands, threw the machete to the ground, and picked up his smashed motorcycle.

He looked at the motorcycle with some distress, as he had saved up the money by trafficking women in other cities.

I was also a little worried. I didn't know what the consequences would be for not completing the adult's task and catching the angel from the flower shop.

Suddenly, the sound of beating behind me stopped without me noticing at some point.

A dead silence.

The gang leader realized something was wrong, turned around and widened his eyes.

All his men fell to the ground, breathless.

The man stood in front of him, holding a pitch-black knife in his hand, covered in blood and with a strange smile on his face.

"You have to pay more."

He approached step by step, stretched out his hand, lifted the chin of the gang leader, and his eyes burned like golden flames.

The man didn't know who he was talking to.

"It costs extra money..."

He picked out the gangster's Devouring Sorrow, and the body fell limp.

The pitch-black blade lit up with red blood lines, absorbing the life of the Devouring Sorrow and taking in nutrients.

"That's enough, Eusolad."

Strange spikes grew out of the handle of the knife and pierced the man's wrist. He tilted his head back, enjoying the nutrients being transmitted, and couldn't help but let out a sigh-like groan.

"It's amazing."

The man took back the black knife, which was also a devouring weapon. He slowly turned around and stared at the billboard in front of him.

"It's time to add money."

Gu Zhilan walked out of the billboard with an expressionless face, deeply curious about the identity of the strange man.

The taxi driver, who was originally a psychopath, turned into a killer like An Ran. He wore a cheap red jacket and even his socks were one red and one blue.

"Who are you and why are you helping me?"

"There's no need to know my name." The man turned back into the psycho driver he was before.

He greedily gestured to add money, "I'm just a good and enthusiastic citizen. Making money is my duty. I helped you eliminate these bad guys, so you should give me more money."

"You are the executive officer." Gu Zhilan pointed out, "Your black knife is the Devouring Wu, right? You know I am also an alien, you can't just help me for money."

"I told you I'm just a good citizen who's willing to help others. Why don't you believe me?" The man said with some distress.

He sighed.

"You just don't want to pay, so how about this, I'll give you a discount on this order, only 30 yuan, which is not even enough to cover my gas money."

……

After Gu Zhilan paid the money and left half-believingly, the man opened the crushed car door and tried to squeeze into the driver's seat, but the inside was already crushed beyond recognition.

He sat on the car tank, with countless corpses under his feet, listening to the sirens of police cars coming from afar, and lit a cheap cigarette.

A figure leaned over to the side without anyone noticing.

"Boss, I saved your daughter's life." The man said without even looking up, "You have to give me a raise."

The figure waved and left.

The man finished his cigarette and suddenly realized something.

He grabbed his messy hair and said, "It's over, it's over. I forgot to give her the No. 5 serum. If the boss knew about this, he would tear me to pieces..."

Chapter 362: Egg of Rebirth (Part )

Here it comes again, always appearing in the chaos.

The girl dreamed that she was floating in a pool, surrounded by large patches of seaweed.

She couldn't utter a word. All she could see was green liquid, and she felt suffocated by the pungent smell.

She heard countless whispers, piercing and shrill howling sounds coming restlessly, and tentacles wrapped around her naked body.

Such a familiar scene.

Her head was drooping, ready to slip into unconsciousness, and distorted whispers echoed in her ears.

She slowly raised her head and saw countless figures standing in front of her. They were numb and dazed, huddled in front of the pool, reaching out their hands to touch the glass blocking the middle, their eyes having lost all their luster.

Everyone's faces were distorted, their eyes were hanging uncoordinated, their noses were gradually shrinking, and they were swaying gently as the tentacles chanted, immersed in the strange song. The rhythm of the sound became faster and faster, and the tentacles kept knocking on the glass.

All the tentacles were raised up, and different voices converged, gradually forming a distant prophecy.

So sad.

"All of them appeared, in a sleep that was always connected from beginning to end. They opened their eyes in a chaotic dream, and the crazy believers waited for his return..."

In the darkness, the deep consciousness opened its blood-red eyes.

……

An Ran raised his head suddenly and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"It's a dream..."

She was shocked to find that she was dreaming about the scene she had experienced in the flower shop again. She covered her chest and calmed down for a while.

Frequently having the same dream, repeating the same sentence, coming from the tentacles, from oneself.

The girl was a little confused. She lifted the blanket on her body and turned on the light, illuminating the surrounding environment.

I was in a large room, the structure and layout of which was clearly the office of the Director General of FACA.

Her mind went blank and her memory short-circuited for a moment.

Soon, I recalled that I was communicating with my sister before, but because I was a little tired, I was coaxed to sleep by my sister.

An Ran lowered her head and found that her clothes were still on her body, and she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

When I walked out of the cabinet bedroom, I saw the woman lying on the desk with the computer on the desk still on.

She went back to the bedroom and picked up the blanket, covering the woman with it to protect her from getting cold.