Alien Executioner

"If it's true, do you want to use the Countermeasures Bureau to wipe him out?"

"Of course, such an inhuman creature is far more terrifying than us aliens. You may know the process of creating artificial aliens, but you don't know about those phagocytic cells..."

Having said this, the woman paused and slowly opened the file.

"Every time he creates an artificial mutant, it costs one Devouring Sorrow. So where does this Devouring Sorrow come from?"

An Ran's eyes were wandering, he completely understood what the woman meant by these words.

"Of course it's hunting aliens. Hunting an alien, and then using humans to create controlled artificial aliens to achieve his goals. The threat is much greater than us, isn't it?"

"I understand what you mean."

An Ran fiddled with the information in the archive. At the top were some recent photos of laboratories. Countless petri dishes were filled with living humans, including voluntary adults, ignorant children, and some artificial aliens that had already been fused and initially formed.

Obviously this is not an underground laboratory, because you can vaguely see iron bars and windows, like a factory.

Below the photo are some paper documents.

After a cursory look, it contained the location of the factory and a detailed list of the Weilhausen team members.

An Ran was a little surprised by this.

"He collaborates with the xenomorphs?"

"The largest alien organization in the third district is 'Alphabet'." The woman gently pushed over a piece of paper with a phone number.

An Ran glanced at it and did not accept it immediately. After a brief shock in his heart, he realized that the seriousness of the matter exceeded his imagination.

The former chief of the scientific research department is now serving the Alphabet Organization and has created a large number of artificial aliens, just like controlling a group of killing legions.

After thinking for a long time, he raised his head and said calmly:

"There is no need to cooperate in this matter. I will report it and make a plan as much as possible - provided that this is not a trap, so we will spend some time to verify its authenticity."

"Whatever." The woman just chuckled at this.

"But I'm still curious about the cooperation you mentioned." An Ran suddenly said.

To be honest, he sensed a lot of conspiracy, but he just couldn't put it into words. Facing the woman's smile, he was rarely afraid.

Because he didn't like the deep and unknown whirlpool, he was forced to show his eagerness.

"As for cooperation... we just hope to gain some recognition in order to achieve peaceful coexistence in the future - although it seems impossible at the moment."

"Good to know." An Ran carefully observed the increasing number of aliens in the coffee shop and tidied up the files on the table.

The executives outside had already realized this and got out of the car uneasily, staring closely.

"Isn't it good to maintain the status quo? This is also an unspoken rule between the two of us. If you are willing to eat rotten corpses, or if you don't show your true colors, whether it's a frame-up or something else, if you can't prove that you have killed anyone, we will pretend not to see your existence."

After sorting out these files and photos, An Ran's gaze fell on the alien code-named C again.

"After all, the alphabet organization is our biggest headache. Is this the result of your cooperation?"

The woman didn't say anything. Her smiling face didn't waver at all. As she nodded, murderous intent burst out in the coffee shop.

Sensing something was wrong, the alien from the Alphabet Organization tried to escape but was immediately stopped by members of the Flower Shop Organization.

His expression was ferocious, and the phagocytes spread from his right hand, turning his entire right hand into a sharp guillotine blade, and his body was covered with a thick layer of black armor.

He already knew that the cooperation between the flower shop and the two major organizations, Alphabet, was a trap, and the purpose was to give him as a gift to the executive!

After figuring it all out, the man rushed straight to the outer door, waving his right arm and roaring at everyone.

He didn't want to speak, as it was unnecessary and would only add to his physical burden, so the entire encirclement process was surprisingly calm.

There was only the sound of the table banging, the collision of phagocytes, and the man's heavy breathing.

An Ran saw all of this. Although this SS-level alien was powerful, two fists could not beat four hands, not to mention that the venue environment did not give him an advantage.

The executives finally broke in and were confused by the scene before them. For some reason, the one fighting was not Director An, but a group of aliens.

An executive officer came running over, looking nervous, and asked in a low voice:

"Is the Director okay? What's going on?"

"What else?"

An Ran glanced at him.

The executive officer did not understand and remained indifferent, just looking at the unexpectedly strong man.

The other executives were also watching from the sidelines at this moment, and they were not in any trouble.

As elite executives, they have seen many battles between different species, and their approach in such situations is usually to just watch the fun.

While ensuring that this battle does not affect ordinary people, let them keep fighting, consume their physical strength, and then finally catch them all in one fell swoop.

But the battle ended very strangely. The flower shop members who were crushing the others in the last second were suddenly defeated and finally lay on the ground unable to get up.

Just as the woman expected, the executive officers began to get restless. They thought the time had come and they all displayed their devouring weapons.

Looking at the aliens lying all over the ground, An Ran seemed to be thinking about something.

Faced with the siege of the executive officers, the heavily breathing man turned toward the woman, looked at her back and smiled contemptuously.

"Xu Yanqian, you'd better pray that I don't escape, otherwise the entire 'flower shop' will cease to exist."

Facing the threat, the woman named Xu Yanqian blinked at An Ran and spoke innocently:

"You're not going to let me die, are you?"

After saying this, she suddenly giggled like a little devil, as if she was whispering a mischievous secret.

"After all... no matter whether my guess is correct or not, whether Naya is an artificial species or not, she must still be alive."

"I know where she is. Your sister, the director, seems to have a special liking for her."

An Ran ignored these words and walked towards the man. She had to be careful not to be negligent in dealing with the alien in front of her.

SS-level aliens are not easy to deal with, let alone the right-hand man of the leader of the Alphabet Organization.

Although the Hall Executive has the ability to handle SS-level incidents alone, he often does not do so alone, but requires the support of a whole team of well-trained executives.

Facing the executive's posture, the man leaped up in an exaggerated manner and crawled on the ceiling like a spider. His eyeballs were swollen and red, and the black knife in his right hand dripped down with phagocytic cells.

It's like saliva, the phagocytes telling you how hungry they are.

Almost in an instant, he kicked up his legs and pounced on the executive officer who was closest to the outer gate. The executive officer resisted with Devouring Weapon, but it was a long, flexible whip that could not stop the terrifying penetrating force.

The executive was hit by the huge body and flew out of the coffee shop, landing on the sidewalk, leaving behind screams and shattered glass windows.

He fainted.

Just when the man was about to take action, An Ran finally got on.

The appearance of this hall executive made the man tremble in his heart, because that strange pale face looked like a dead person coming out of a coffin. He looked lifeless, but walked with steady steps. Although he had no expression, one could see his indifference to death.

The bracelet on An Ran's left wrist began to leak black liquid, just like the bracelet on her sister's right wrist began to change.

These two bracelets are matching and were gifts given to them by their mother when they were young. They are destined to become executives.

It was a sickle that was enough to intimidate the alien species. The edge of the strange black sickle was stained with red blood and exuded the smell of death.

This was his first devouring weapon.

——【Searching for Death】

This is also a devouring weapon that An Ran really dislikes, so he rarely uses it. He hates this unique structure and prefers his sister's rapier.

That's why he asked the Chief of Intelligence to find him a second Devouring Weapon.

The Devouring Sorrow of this weapon comes from an SS-level alien species, codenamed [Death], but this is only the information currently made public.

Facing an SS-level alien at this moment, he was not stupid enough to practice using a new weapon.

"Get out of the way!"

Following his loud roar, the executive officers immediately moved aside, while those who were slow to react fell to the ground and rolled over.

Because he was shocked by the sickle, the man did not move until the sickle came at an unavoidable angle and cut into the black armor.

Before the pain could make the man collapse, An Ran grasped the handle and hooked it, jumped up at the belated roar, and avoided the crazy attack.

[Death Seeking] Greedily absorbs the phagocytes in a man's body. This is also the biggest secret of this devouring weapon.

An Ran never told anyone about this, and no one else could find out. The only person who knew this would die with this secret.

"impossible!"

The man roared, his red eyes staring at An Ran in front of him with disbelief. He wanted to say something, but his throat was kicked hard.

But the death from [Death Search] is not real. It will continuously devour the phagocytes grown by the Devouring Sorrow, causing the alien to lose the ability to support its body movements.

Whether it is because the Devouring Sorrow is unable to reproduce cells due to loss of nutrients, or because of the massive loss of phagocytic cells, this will cause the alien to become hungry and violent, until it finally loses its mind and turns into a devouring entity.

An Ran drew out the sickle, but the cuts on the man's armor could no longer be restored. The strange cuts killed all the phagocytes that wanted to fill the gaps in the black armor.

He was already showing signs of being half-devoured. As if sensing this, the man rushed forward regardless of the pain, swinging the sharp blade in his right hand continuously. An Ran dodged skillfully and did not use the sickle to block.

Because he understood the disparity in strength, if he resisted he would be paralyzed all over and instantly put himself at a disadvantage.

We must find a way to delay it.

Unlike those S-level aliens, he couldn't deal with this man by playing house. Although the difference between S and SS seemed to be just an extra letter, the difference in level made the phagocytes of the two very different.

The man's cells were also very strange. Although the newly grown phagocytes were constantly killed by the sickle marks, the cells that had already been covered and formed were not shaken at all.

In contrast, in the semi-devoured state, a man will make a final struggle before losing his mind.

After a while, sirens were heard outside.

etc--

Suddenly thinking of something, An Ran was distracted. He looked at the ground, then turned to look at the woman, only to find that all the members of the flower shop were missing without a trace.

The rest of the officers were knocked unconscious and laid down in a more comfortable position.

The man did not take advantage of An Ran's distraction to launch a fierce attack because he did not have much rationality left.

Finally, An Ran was forced into a corner. He leaned against the wall, and when the man stabbed at him with a sword, he found the right moment to kneel down and chopped the alien's legs with his knife.

For a long time, the surroundings were quiet.

An Ran picked up the scattered files on the ground, glanced at the alien with a calm gaze, and reached out to push it down completely.

The coffee shop was in a mess, with many people watching outside, including a team of enforcers who had arrived.

After walking out the door and showing his executive officer credentials, he saw a familiar man.

"elder brother!"

It was a cry of surprise.

Chapter 5: Dusk Song

Gu Zhilan stood in front of the window in a daze.

She was looking forward to the rain, so that when the whole world was gray, she could relieve her long-depressed heart.

I don't know how much time had passed, it was already dusk. The dusk at Atlanta College was beautiful, with the golden afterglow spreading over the urban college, brushing over the top of the tower and ringing the bell for it.

But Atlanta College was dead silent at dusk. Everyone had left, the teaching building and the square were empty, leaving only me standing in the corridor looking out.

She didn't want to leave.

I didn't want to go back to a place that I could hardly call home.

Her father died when she was ten years old. She had a mother who was a section chief and an elite executive. Her mother was a little heartless and she seldom remembered trivial matters about herself. She often commanded the intelligence department to fight intelligence wars with alien species. She would come home late at night and fall asleep on the bed.

Having an elite executive mother sounds great.

But although the mother and daughter lived under the same roof, they seldom met. Whenever the morning light rose, she had to get up, wash, clean, and prepare morning meals for herself and her loving but brainless mother. Finally, she had to go out early and take the next subway to the college.

There is no morning reading or morning jogging in the college, and there is no reason for you to arrive early.

But Gu Zhilan likes this. Every day she can't wait to go to this school which cannot be called a school, so that she can take a deep breath.

In the eyes of others, she is a person who is both envied and felt strange.

Atlanta Academy is actually a place where all kinds of people gather. There are no heirs of business tycoons, nor children of political elites. Only parents in high positions would be reluctant to send their own flesh and blood to such a place to learn how to fight alien species.

When the academic results were calculated yesterday, Gu Zhilan took second place again.

In the eyes of others, she was undoubtedly a dazzling existence. She had a good family background, a mother who was an elite executive, and good grades. In fact, she had passed the academy's graduation assessment early and possessed the quasi-executive ability to fight against alien species alone.

But there are also a few people who understand that she is a problem girl.