Alien Executioner

An Ran tried hard to stay calm, calmly put the photos away, quickly looked around, and slowly stood up.

This seemed to be an unprecedented crisis, and the owner of the photo told himself in this way that he had seen the whole life of "Naya".

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded his face.

After a long decision, he decided to go to the address on the back of the envelope.

Chapter 3 Artificial Xenomorphs

It was at noon the next day, at the FKC at the intersection of Auto Show Street.

There was no time marked on the envelope. An Ran sat on the neglected bench, wearing his usual iconic outfit, with his eyes closed.

The world is noisy and a little aggressive.

No matter what time it is, this intersection is always so lively. He picked up a flyer on the bench. Today, FKC launched a discounted couple package. As long as two people can prove that they are in a romantic relationship, they can enjoy a 40% discount. So people came here after hearing the news, with a little intention of showing off.

How strange...

No matter how noisy the surroundings are, two people who are together can always find a way to make the world quiet, because they have their own world and can listen to each other's voices.

There are many people hurrying to and fro at this street corner, not only couples walking together, but also men in suits carrying bags, taxi drivers who park illegally, oh, and of course middle-aged women who act like hounds, and supermarket advertisers shouting on loud speakers.

An Ran seldom goes out, or rather, considering his status as an executive, he almost never leaves the house.

At night, he learns about the world as Naya.

The sun was very strong at noon today, and he became impatient to wait, so he rolled up his sleeves and took a look at the silver-rimmed watch, which was a birthday gift from his sister.

"I thought you wouldn't come. Hello, Director An Ran."

A cheerful greeting came from beside me, like from an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

It was a voice that couldn't be more familiar. An Ran turned his head and looked at the black-haired woman in front of him who was dressed simply in a long shirt and jeans. He frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

"you are?"

When hearing this greeting, An Ran felt a little nervous because the woman in front of him was none other than her.

The leader of the Flower Shop, Peony.

Her name is unknown, her combat power is unknown, and almost all members of the organization call each other by code names. During the few months of getting along in the organization, all I know is that this woman is friendly to everyone.

That's just the appearance.

The Countermeasures Bureau had no information about the woman, and even knew very little about the flower shop.

An Ran, director of the Countermeasures Bureau, had no reason to trust the woman in front of him, so he looked at her cautiously, as if testing a stranger.

"Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the one who sent you the letter." The woman chuckled.

An Ran stood up, his expression never changing, showing that he had no good feelings towards anyone.

"To be precise, it was thrown directly into my office."

"Hey, are you a child? Why are you fussing about these things..."

"Let's get to the point. Are you negotiating with me on behalf of the flower shop or yourself?"

"Half, half." The woman gestured and pouted like a child.

An Ran knew how terrifying the woman in front of him was. As the leader of an emerging alien organization, her leadership abilities were not entirely superficial.

After a brief thought, An Ran decided to take a step back. He had to show that an executive was cautious enough about unknown events.

He took out the letter, stood up and gestured to go to a coffee shop not far away. The shop had a small sign and there was a bar next to it, so it was quite difficult to find.

Looking at the coffee shop, the woman showed no extra emotion.

"Okay." She said.

The two of them walked past at a close distance. The name of the coffee shop was "Xingcai" and they could see from the glass wall from afar that there was no one inside.

"welcome."

The moment I opened the door, I received a cold greeting without any emotion. It was the waitress standing in front of the counter, wiping the cups.

An Ran's gaze lingered on her for a while, then he walked to the corner.

After the two of them sat down, strangely, the waiter did not show up.

He understood why.

"Starry" coffee...

It is one of the gathering points of that organization.

An Ran ignored the cold gazes and spread the photo on the table. At the same time, he frowned slightly and looked at it thoughtfully.

“Isn’t it strange?” he said leisurely, “Maybe I have found the reason why this coffee shop is always deserted.”

He glanced at the waitress at the front desk intentionally or unintentionally, and slid the photo in front of the woman with his right hand.

"If customers come but they don't know how to greet them, then...what's the meaning of this store's existence?"

The woman calmly separated the three photos and laid them out in order. Instead of answering the question, she began to explain her purpose.

"Perhaps you are wondering why I, as an alien, came here. Well... to be honest, I didn't expect you to show up at first. Anyway, at least it gives us a reason to cooperate."

"You're a different species, and I'm the executive officer. Why do you think I'd cooperate with you?"

The woman did not answer the question immediately, but pointed to the three photos and said:

"You should know her."

"Codenamed 'Naya', he was conquered eight days ago."

"So she's dead?"

"She's dead." An Ran told her coldly, "and her part of the Devouring Sorrow is in the research department."

Devouring Sorrow is the most refined source of power for each alien species, which can continuously produce phagocytic cells. The so-called Devouring Weapon is forged from the Devouring Sorrow left after the death of each alien species.

He lied, wanting to test how much the woman knew, and to analyze the situation of undercover infiltration of the Countermeasures Bureau from her attitude.

If the research department has infiltrated the flower shop organization, the woman must know the real situation.

The situation is that the Countermeasures Bureau got nothing in the end, because Naya was completely devoured and there was no trace of devouring left.

"But she was completely devoured before she died." The woman exposed the lie.

"If that's the case, why are you asking even though you know the answer?"

An Ran turned her head and looked at the waitress in front of her again.

At this moment, the waitress finally noticed her. She turned around, suddenly felt something was wrong, and walked into the back room.

"Do you still want the executive to tell you the truth?"

After saying that, he looked outside again, and the woman followed his gaze and saw two black cars parked side by side with their windows slowly lowered.

There were six executive officers in total, and they were all familiar to the alien species.

Elite executives have the ability to fight at least S-level aliens alone.

It was as if he was telling the aliens in the coffee shop that he was not alone.

"That's right. How could Director An be so foolish as to let his guard down?" Although the woman said this, she put away her smile and looked serious.

"Five years ago, that was the longest I could get to know this girl."

She pointed at the girl in the photo and began to talk about the cause of the incident. If you didn't know that she was the leader of the flower shop organization, you might really believe that she was a compromised unknown alien.

"She seemed to appear out of nowhere. I believe your executive officers also conducted sufficient investigations before attacking her, but the results... I'm afraid they are not much different from mine."

"Maybe she is from another district." An Ran suggested this possibility.

"No, she just appeared out of nowhere. As you know, before being conquered, this child was also hunted by the entire alien organization."

"What did she do that even aliens can't stand? This really makes me curious."

An Ran supported his face with his left hand, his eyes lingering thoughtfully on the woman's face and the gazes behind her.

They came so fast... these alien species.

In just a few minutes, perhaps because of the alien notification in the coffee shop, several uninvited guests arrived.

They were all well-known aliens, all on the wanted list of the Countermeasures Bureau, the lowest level was A-level, and the highest...

Sitting in the far corner, but never taking his eyes away from himself, he was dressed like a rather interesting curly-haired man.

A member of the Alphabet Organization and also the leader's right-hand man, an SS-level alien codenamed "C".

The florist and the alphabet...two of the largest organizations in District 3 are teaming up, and something is brewing.

"This is definitely not an alien." The woman took a deep breath. "In fact, there have been cases of aliens devouring their own kind before, but without exception they all turned into mad monsters. But she was not affected."

"So you think she's not one of your kind?"

"So Director An, as the younger brother of the strongest executive officer, you have also been kept in the dark."

The woman's sudden sigh made An Ran realize something. He sniffed, as if he smelled a strange conspiracy.

He didn't think that a few incomprehensible words from a woman could confuse his cognition. It was purely a hunch in his heart.

"Go on." He tapped the table impatiently.

"Director An..."

The woman suddenly spoke mysteriously:

"Have you heard of artificial aliens?"

Chapter 4 Cooperation and Combat

The term artificial alien was first proposed in 2044. It was during the annual summary of the achievements of the Scientific Research Department, by the department's chief, Wilhausen von Boyata. Under the eyes of the entire Countermeasures Bureau and the leaders of the Administrative Palace, the idea of ​​creating artificial aliens and its initial outline were presented.

At that summary meeting, Weihausen showed off his masterpiece without reservation. It was a half-finished artificial alien. The ragged boy showed a painful expression. He wailed like a caged beast, in pain and sorrow. He was bound by chains and needles pierced his body. It was learned that the boy was only 12 years old. At the age when he should have enjoyed milk and bread, he was subjected to inhumane experiments every day.

Weihausen proudly described the process of the experiment. All he had to do was stuff the phagocytes into the child's body, and if the child survived... In short, the chief researcher was soon impeached, and all the top leaders unanimously decided to ban such a crazy experiment.

In Weihausen's words, artificial aliens are just a necessary step to achieve the goal of freeing aliens from flesh and blood. Only by creating artificial aliens first and peeking into more secrets of phagocytes will there be a chance to realize the great ambition of peaceful coexistence.

An Ran couldn't understand. He only remembered that he was the executive who cleaned up the experimental site with his own hands and killed hundreds of failed artificial alien products.

Thinking of this, An Ran felt relieved. At least the woman in front of him didn't discover his secret. It just seemed...

Have another secret?

After hesitating for a while, he straightened his body, no longer caring about the aliens opposite him, and spoke seriously.

"Of course I know. I was the person in charge of the experimental cleanup plan."

"It seems that the information I received is correct. You should be the one who understands the seriousness of this matter the most among the executive officers."

The woman took out a brown file and placed it on the table without opening it.

"Can I trust you?" she asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask such a question?" An Ran was puzzled and told the truth.

"From the beginning, I had no intention of letting you leave. As an executive officer, I have to fulfill this obligation when I encounter any alien species."

"You can't keep us."

"You are gambling, and the cost is high." An Ran looked around thoughtfully, and finally looked at the door behind the front desk.

He already understood the purpose of this woman's show of weakness. As an alien, it was impossible for her to face a palace without any preparation. It was like a policeman and a gangster executioner. Unless they were desperate and faced a desperate threat of death, it was impossible for the two to cooperate.

An Ran was a little curious about the artificial alien incident that the flower shop boss mentioned.

Then he spoke softly:

"This coffee shop is one of the bases of the flower shop, right? Of course, this is just my guess. The nasty smell is lingering. You may be able to escape unscathed, but it's different for others. Aren't you afraid that I will organize a crusade after I return?"

He plays the role of an arrogant and ugly executive. Not every executive is like this. On the contrary, most of them are honest and fair, although some of them are more or less extreme in handling alien incidents.

In short, he had to play the role of such an executive in order to paralyze the leader of the flower shop in front of him.

"The price is indeed high." The woman smiled: "Then why don't you listen to what I have to say next?"

An Ran did not interrupt her again, motioning for her to continue.

"From what I understand, the chief researcher was fired, but that doesn't mean the experiment will end. Do you understand what I mean?"

"He's conducting that experiment in secret?"

"It's been three years since I was kicked out of the Research Department."