Alien Executioner

"okay."

Anya immediately interrupted Sister Tang’s “pious” spell, frowned, and squinted her eyes.

"I'm curious if Bagshas will really respond to you."

"It responded, and...it seemed to like it quite a lot." Sister Tang pouted.

This was indeed the style of Bagshas. Anya had to admit it when she thought of its devilish smile.

Chapter 450 Undercurrent (X)

Anya found that everything that had happened recently was too confusing and appeared around her abruptly.

It was as if there were some hands in the dark speeding up the pace of events, trying to confuse my judgment.

When faced with coincidences, perceptive monsters can always detect the weirdness and become alert.

Anya was in this state at the moment. She felt that something was coming, and it was coming quietly. The group of people behind her deliberately tried to avoid her, not wanting to involve the An family. She originally thought that she would be lucky enough to wait for the other party to come, but the person who came was not someone else, but the free and easy woman in front of her.

Sister Tang is such a person. She is a low-profile version of Li Fei. Li Fei behaves very heartlessly when facing her daughter. She is usually careless in the Countermeasures Bureau. The difference is that Sister Tang does not have a daughter, but she also nags all the time.

If possible, she and Bagshas would be a perfect match for servant master...Anya thought.

"My special forces team was almost wiped out. Who could have expected that someone would plant bombs all over the house?"

Sister Tang's eyes sparkled as she talked about the exciting scene.

"I learned about his accomplice through that guy named Stark. He is a member of the Honghu City Council. Look at his useless appearance. When I found him, he was actually having a party with a bunch of pets!"

Although she was talking about a very strange scene, she looked a little excited. For this special forces team leader who often traveled around the world, she had seen all kinds of strange things. It was common for high-ranking officials to keep female slaves and raise alien species as killing weapons. It was also normal to play multiplayer games with a lover, but with a group of pet dogs...

Anya had a blank expression on her face. She could understand people's abnormal habits, but when they heard this, the tentacles all felt disgusted.

We... In fact, Anya didn't want to say the word "we". She felt that she was herself and the phagocytes were phagocytes. They couldn't be discussed as one. There were more than 100 billion phagocytes in her body, each with its own unique reason, and finally formed a complete "self".

So many times it is difficult for her to judge whether the sudden thoughts belong to her or not.

Or is it that these phagocytes are composed of one aspect of the personality of "Naiah (Eight) IIIling Culin VII Jiuwu Ba".

But no matter what, it is true that I am a monster.

Don't think too much about monsters. Sometimes it's not a bad thing to be simple and violent like Naya.

"Second miss?"

Sister Tang called softly, making sure that Anya was in deep thought. In this state, her eyes would gradually turn gray.

The gray quickly faded away, Anya came to her senses and continued to remain calm.

"Go on. I roughly understand your situation. I'd like to know what you've learned."

"Yes, of course." Sister Tang never talked about Xu Sinuo, and her eyes concealed a hint of filter.

"I found it... How should I put it? I can't say I found it. I kidnapped the congressman's favorite dog mistress. I have to say that the golden retriever is in great shape. Sorry for going off topic again. He told me something very important. A man in a mask once came to see him. The mask had the letter V on it."

"Dr. Cat?"

"Dr. Cat? What Dr. Cat?" Sister Tang was not familiar with the name as she was in Honghu City at the time.

"Mr. V is Dr. Cat back then. There are some things you don't know."

Anya simply told her that as a lackey, Sister Tang could always provide help at the appropriate time.

"Wu Pingping... that crazy woman. The people behind her are Wang Feng and Gu Simiao. The former head of the operations department is still alive."

"Huh?" Sister Tang was dumbfounded.

Sister Tang's reaction was just as Anya had expected: "Let me sort it out later. Are you saying that Minister Wang Feng is the traitor?"

"It used to be."

"He's really a man who hides his true colors. I've long felt that there's something wrong with the Research Department. I say, Boss, quickly contact your sister to organize a witness meeting, criticize him severely, remove him from his position, and let me be the director."

“Do you know scientific research?”

"To be in a higher position, you just need to learn how to manage, hold the power and enjoy the wine, and let the people below do the actual work." Sister Tang said sarcastically.

Anya felt that she was also hinting at herself. After all, as a hall executive, she rarely went to the front line.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. What are you going to do now, Miss?" asked Sister Tang.

"I suspect there are two forces secretly confronting each other, and we are just a medium for them to deal with each other."

Anya expressed her own opinion and subconsciously said "we", not including Sister Tang.

"I feel so too. Someone is helping the octopus to fully recover. To be precise, both sides are doing this." Sister Tang rarely thought deeply. As the leader of the special service team, she was not a reckless woman who only knew how to use violence.

She ventured a guess:

"And you, Second Miss, are being used as a weapon by both forces. They are deliberately avoiding you, like an undercurrent that is driving all of this, hoping that you can kill the octopus. They won't do it themselves, but are betting and investing in you. Or...the two forces are playing a game, both wanting to be the only person who can witness the death of the octopus, and then gain something from it..."

This is almost a wild guess, but it does contain a hint of truth.

Anya couldn't help but think that there was such a possibility. So many things happened around her, all of which were more or less related to the octopus, but she just couldn't find a way to get involved.

Some tried to seduce her, others tried to disturb her, and the octopus wandered in her dreams.

"so……"

Sister Tang stood up and looked at the girl on the sofa:

"Boss, I think we should be more proactive and bold. A monster should behave like a monster. Ever since you got along well with the eldest lady, the madness has been restrained. This has given those two forces an opportunity to take advantage of you."

Anya was still thinking deeply while holding the wine glass. She certainly didn't think of refusing, but was just very curious about what the so-called two forces were.

The fact that Sister Tang could say it accurately showed that she had indeed found something useful in Honghu City.

Mr. V, the leader of the Alphabet Organization, is one of them. From the beginning to the end, he deceived himself with lies and took advantage of him.

She shouldn't have trusted him so much. It was all because of her trust in Bagsas, which completely clouded her judgment.

Who are the other forces? Most likely, it was Wang Feng and Gu Simiao. These two men could not be exposed. One of them was even considered dead. It was very likely that they were the ones who took Xu Sinuo away.

"Miss, do you have time now?" Sister Tang suddenly spoke mysteriously and interrupted Anya's guess again.

When she stood up from the sofa, she actually hinted at the idea of ​​going out, raised her eyebrows and said:

"Come with me, I found something very... wonderful, another silver-gray octopus."

Chapter 451 Undercurrent (XI)

The strong wind wrapped in fine dust particles roared through the streets, and the sky was gloomy and dark with dark clouds.

The sound of the car engine was swallowed up by the whistling wind, and the sudden brakes that pierced the sky startled the gray pigeons that were foraging for food.

In an abandoned apartment building in the old part of Huacheng, a group of old men were playing mahjong around a table in front of a teahouse. When they heard the noise, they couldn't help but cast cautious glances.

It has been a long time since a stranger came to the old town. A brand new blue Aston Martin parked on the side of the road seemed out of place.

The delicate girl walked out from the passenger seat, covered her skirt that was fluttering in the wind, threw the loaded T4 silver-white pistol to the female driver, and looked up at the sky.

"Is it going to rain?" Anya said lightly.

Sister Tang took the pistol and quickly put it into her purse, looking around guiltily. It was very dangerous for ordinary people to possess guns in the third district. Now the role they played was that of ordinary people. In order to avoid being too high-profile, they had to conceal their identities as executive officers.

She suddenly saw the old man playing mahjong at the table and was horrified by the gazes he cast at her.

Damn it! There is an intelligence organization here that is comparable to top-level agents!

Anya didn't care about the conversation of the old people behind her. She nodded to Sister Tang and walked into the apartment alone.

Sister Tang quickly came over and grabbed her skirt:

"Miss Second is not here, you've come to the wrong place."

Anya frowned and looked up at the stairs. If what Sister Tang said was correct, then this was indeed the only staircase leading to the upper floor.

Sister Tang knew she had misunderstood, so she pointed to the stairwell, where there was another set of steps leading down to the basement.

Anya suddenly realized, but it was true. Sister Tang said that she found a silver-gray octopus through Bagshas. Although she was not sure whether it was the Shang, in short, such a monster liked darkness and humidity and should not be on the upper floor of the apartment.

The stairs lead to the underground first floor of the apartment. The dark corridor is lit by dim lights. The walls on both sides are covered with tattered advertisements and splashed with bloody paint.

The gray iron gate at the end was already covered in rust, and the lock that was supposed to be closed was smashed open by human violence, leaving a deformed and twisted groove.

After opening the iron door, I determined from the lock core that it was crooked by someone from the inside.

Anya turned around and looked at Sister Tang in surprise, and the woman chuckled.

“It was indeed I who broke it.”

Sister Tang admitted it directly. There was no need to hide such a small matter.

Anya expressed her doubts:

"Did you break it in there?"

"Yeah, how could it be broken from outside?" Sister Tang shrugged, not understanding her real problem.

"No, I mean... you were originally inside, so how did you get in?"⑶

Sister Tang did not answer immediately, but pretended to be mysterious and smiled.

"You'll find out in a moment."⑦

Anya narrowed her eyes. She really hated this kind of guessing-like trouble. Simple and clear instructions could fundamentally solve many problems.

After confirming that there was no one or surveillance in the surrounding area, she unhesitatingly spread out her tentacles, which screamed in the darkness and explored the depths.

Anya opened her eyes wide, her blood-red pupils shining.

A weak and heavy heartbeat was heard in the darkness. The sound was very low and slow, like a candle that was about to go out at any moment.

There was a huge living object dormant. Perhaps it had just woken up, but Anya was not afraid and began to use her devouring weapon.

Anya did not hold the sickle, but handed the search for death to the tentacles. Although it was not suitable to use such weapons in a small space, the situation would be much better if the flexible tentacles were used as holders.

The space behind the iron gate was like a warehouse. The warehouse on the underground first floor of the apartment was so large that it was unbelievable. The tentacles extended for nearly thirty meters before they reacted.

"that……"

Sister Tang, who was following behind, suddenly spoke. She wanted to say something but didn't dare to. In the darkness, she grabbed a tentacle and followed closely.

Anya's cold voice came from the darkness more than ten meters ahead:

"explain."

Sister Tang pinched her nose in embarrassment.

"There's actually a switch that can turn on the light. There's no need to fumble around like this."

After saying that, there was silence ahead.

Sister Tang realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said at an inappropriate time. She should have told him the moment she entered the door, but now it was too late.

Anya took a deep breath and ordered a tentacle to grope along the way back. With the sound of a switch, dozens of lights above the warehouse lit up one after another, and the darkness in the sight was dispelled.

Sister Tang rubbed her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she was startled. Anya was standing in front of her, staring at her. Her whole body was held up in the air by tentacles, like a floating female ghost.

Anya spoke word by word:

"Don't tell me the details halfway through next time. I think you should change that bad habit."

"I just forgot for a moment."

Sister Tang was not afraid, but was frightened by the sudden scene. She had been with the second young lady of the An family for so long that she was no longer afraid of this monster.

“I hope there won’t be a next time.”

"I thought you could see clearly."

"It's true, but my vision will turn red and my brain will be confused. I don't like that."

Anya gave a brief explanation, then turned around and floated towards the depths. In fact, the tentacles became her walking legs, supporting her delicate body as it floated.

Now it was Sister Tang's turn to walk in front. She was more familiar with the so-called octopus than An Ran. She went deeper along the rightmost wall, stepped over the piled boxes halfway, and found the monster hiding in the corner without being discovered.

Anya motioned for the tentacle to put her down, her eyes alert.

That was not a silver-gray octopus. Instead, a large piece of squirming gray flesh curled up in the corner, like a huge caterpillar, lying on a pile of paint in extreme silence, its bloated body rising and falling slowly with its breathing.

It's alive, or rather, they are.

Sister Tang pointed at the piece of meat that was bigger than a car, but her eyes passed over it and looked at the hole in the wall.

"Boss, there is a cave there. This cave is amazing. You can go directly to Honghu City through it."

"So the so-called silver-gray octopus is in Honghu City."