Alien Executioner

Then a burly bodyguard came over, brought a box, and unlocked the code.

Jiu Ye held the item in the box. It was also a test tube, but larger, and contained dark purple liquid.

Wang Qi's pupils contracted.

"That's Wu Qi Ling VIII Liu Yi..."

He tried to pounce on the test tube, but Jiu Ye held his shoulders. The old man shook his head and opened the lid of the test tube.

"Does it make you feel like your body is boiling when you smell it? This is Serum No. 5, and I'm happy to share its secrets with you."

As he said this, he put the test tube close to his nose, and after taking a sniff, his face was intoxicated.

"Perhaps it is the only antidote that can save you. Do you want to try it? It's my latest masterpiece."

"What do you want me to do?" Wang Qi asked without hesitation, his eyes fixed on the dark purple liquid.

He had almost completely turned into a pale statue, and his last bit of sanity made him place his hope on this bottle of serum.

He heard Jiu Ye's old and deep voice:

"Tell me everything that happened that day, and...I need your help to find someone."

Chapter 47 Cold Wind

An Ran wandered alone in the long night, not knowing where to go. He was a little anxious, so he went to the rooftop to enjoy the cool breeze.

Looking at the endless neon lights in front of me, the speeding cars, and the crowds gathering under the lights and feasting, the city is breathing.

His anxious heart foreshadowed that something was about to come and he didn't have much time.

Bringing together the events that had occurred in the past few days, these whirlpools tried to draw him in.

somebody is coming.

It was a sound of steady and regular footsteps, indicating that the person coming was very cultured.

The man gradually approached, but An Ran did not turn back.

He stretched out his hand, and the man handed him an empty glass. After taking it, he slowly poured red wine into it, his eyes always looking into the distance.

The wind wasn't very strong tonight, and it blew An Ran's windbreaker, which was only buttoned, swaying. He raised his glass to the front and drank it all in one gulp.

Standing behind him was the driver, Lao Zhang. The steady old man said nothing and stood straight while dragging the silver tray.

This is a secret that belongs only to the two of them.

When An Ran felt anxious and unhappy, he would go to a high rooftop to drink. This habit lasted for five years.

Lao Zhang had served many politicians. He retired from the Marine Corps and flew the flag for the royal family. He had seen all kinds of strange things and people until he met the An couple.

Having served the An family for more than 30 years, he knew very well that all the people in this family were freaks.

Not only the direct line, but even the collateral line of the An family are absolute lunatics.

"Lao Zhang, are you curious about why I always like to come to the rooftop?" An Ran broke the silence and asked coldly.

"Master, you have encountered something upsetting."

An Ran was silent for a while:

"I will also come to the rooftop when I am happy, because I don't know who to share this joy with. Am I a weird person?"

"Yes." Lao Zhang knew that he couldn't flatter An Ran.

He is such a strange person. He can't stand lies or praise, but Lao Zhang knows that this is a manifestation of extreme lack of security.

What he actually wanted to say was that he had never seen An Ran happy before.

In fact, many people secretly describe An Ran as a lonely monster. He is rich and the youngest executive of the hall. He should be in his prime, but no one wants to get close to him because of his weird temper and personality.

He has no buddies, no friends.

I no longer have any contact with my childhood friends.

He should have had many identities that would add icing on the cake, but he is just such a person, always walking alone.

The An couple once consulted a psychologist to counsel him, but to no avail.

Only Old Zhang, who had accompanied him drinking on the rooftop for the past five years, knew some of the secrets.

Young Master An was in pain, it was too painful.

He seemed to be tortured by pain, so he was gloomy all year round, with cold and dark eyes.

In the words of young people, he is definitely a negative character in movies and comics, comparable to a big villain.

Still an unusual villain.

Old Zhang once told the An couple about the young master's symptoms in a very tactful way. After that, An Ran was sent to a black-hearted sanatorium and was electrocuted for a month.

The reason why it was only one month was because An Ran came back. According to investigation, the black-hearted sanatorium was actually a drug trafficking group.

But Lao Zhang knew that the organization was one of the assets of the An Group.

After being shocked by the methods used by the An couple, he began to sympathize with An Ran and believed that his suffering came from this family.

Thinking of this, he walked up to An Ran and the two of them stood side by side.

An Ran was stunned. This action meant that Lao Zhang would speak as a friend, not a full-time driver.

"What are you worried about? If you don't speak out some things, you may never be able to resolve them in this lifetime."

Lao Zhang sounded like someone who had been through this before. An Ran shook her head helplessly.

"If it can't be solved just by saying it, why bother more people with the worry?"

"It's very painful to keep it in your heart for a lifetime, even if you don't let anyone know."

Lao Zhang also brought a glass for himself, sat cross-legged, placed the silver plate on the ground, and looked out at the colorful scene that symbolized prosperity.

He vaguely sensed that An Ran had a complicated secret in her heart, so he poured the red wine and took a sip.

An Ran sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the Devouring Martial Arts bracelet on his wrist.

"It's hard as it is, but at least it's better than losing everything."

"It seems that your knot in your heart will not be untied for a while, but... in this era, it is enough to be satisfied with the status quo. We only need to recall the past and focus on the present. Few people will think about the future. No one can predict what the future will be like. Reality will not only play tricks on you, but also punch you in the face when you are desperate. Do you know the Tananya family?"

"I've heard of it." An Ran nodded.

He happened to read a weekly magazine in which Tananya appeared, which was similar to a family of executives, but they were not executives.

All the family members there possess Devouring Weapons. Except for the Third District, the local constitutions of other federal districts do not strictly control Devouring Weapons.

Because the third district is a stable place, the aliens in other districts are actually not peaceful.

The Tananya family is the largest manufacturer of devouring weapons and has mastered the core technology of the Countermeasures Bureau's devouring weapons manufacturing.

And this technology seems to be...

Sent by the An couple.

The An Group is very large, so large that even An Ran doesn't know what its main industry is. It is spread all over the world and has even invested in Antarctic research stations and rockets and satellites. What he knows best are drug trafficking, firearms smuggling, and assassination deals.

Just like a mafia.

However, these matters are not handled by the An Group, but by its subsidiaries, and 70% of the profits are handed over in the form of supply.

An Ran doesn't care what kind of business his family does. Everyone knows that he never cares about his family's reputation, just like he never cares about other people's opinions of him.

"We enjoyed a banquet in District 1, and the main character was the only heir of that family, the only daughter."

Old Zhang did not mention the name of his only daughter, but took out a cigar and handed it to An Ran.

"I don't smoke." An Ran waved his hand to refuse and took out a bag of agarwood from his pocket.

This type of women's cigarette was very famous in the past and was relatively expensive. An Ran, who seldom smoked, also knew about it.

There are only a few pieces of agarwood left in this bag. I guess An Xin forgot to take them out when she gave her the windbreaker.

An Ran remembered that her sister liked to smoke, but she would never smoke in the Countermeasures Bureau. She would usually smoke while sitting on the sofa when she got home.

Lao Zhang is also a smart man. He didn't foolishly ask the young master why he smoked such a cigarette, but handed him the lighter.

After taking a puff of his cigar, Lao Zhang continued:

"It's fate that was supposed to be a party to celebrate my only daughter's coming of age, but it ended up being a cliché movie."

"Did you see the movie?"

"No, no, it's just that what happened afterwards was like a movie. It was revealed that the only child was a different species, not even her parents' biological child."

Old Zhang sniffed.

"Do you think there is anything worse than this? The girl didn't resist. She just squatted in the corner and cried for a long, long time..."

The cold wind woke An Ran up. He sobered up from his drunkenness and tried to look as far as possible.

Chapter 48 Dream

When An Ran returned home, the lights in the house were completely off. Lao Zhang lived in another apartment, which was very close to the An family's house.

He sat down on the sofa quite tiptoeing, as if afraid of disturbing something.

I don't remember how much I drank. Even after I fell asleep, I still felt like my head was swollen and painful and was about to explode.

……

My head feels heavy.

"why."

That voice only appeared once, and for a long, long time, only endless darkness remained.

Who is talking?

She wanted to open her eyes, but she felt pain all over her body, in her limbs, chest, abdomen, waist, and finally her swollen and painful head.

She couldn't calm down and was frantically searching for those traces of memory.

liquor--

save?

Help……

Or wine?

Black, red, anger, sadness, everything she could think of was intertwined together like a piece of dough with no seams left.

Save me——

Who is talking? Where am I?

This was an extremely vague question. When she regained a bit of rationality from the chaos, she began to think about it uncontrollably.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound in the darkness, like a door being gently pushed open.

There was an almost inaudible sound of footsteps, but there was still a slight vibration, approaching him.

She wanted to sit up and found herself being pressed down on the bed by something. It seemed to be a person with a soft body and an unknown warm liquid.

The liquid is bitter, is it tears?

Her head felt heavy, and she remembered that she had drunk some wine before falling asleep.

This feeling was like a dream. Although my perception was fuzzy, I could still hear the noises around me and there was a woman on top of me.

She smelled a woman's fragrance, a scent of grapefruit flowers, and heard the faint sound of sobbing, coming from her ear.

What is she doing?

Every time I thought about a problem, I felt a sharp pain. My limbs seemed to be paralyzed by something, and I felt limp and powerless.

I felt warmth and wetness on my face; someone kissed me.

"Why……"

The voice finally came again, and the person who spoke was hugging herself. The voice was so familiar that it hurt many memories.

But she still couldn't remember.

How long will this dream last, she wondered.

She suddenly felt a slight stinging pain, as if a mosquito had bitten her, and the bite happened more and more frequently.

Compared with the pain in her swollen brain, this pain was nothing, but it unexpectedly made her more rational.