Alien Executioner

She didn't even have time to blow-dry her hair. She just nodded thoughtfully. In her memory, her brother was always silent.

"Um..." An Xiao was a little embarrassed.

An Ran, who had not yet fully recovered from the incident, subconsciously tried to pull out a tentacle from behind. He suddenly wondered if he was crazy, as if the phagocytes in his body had their own will and wanted to control this body.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. He patted his back lightly and asked:

"what?"

"Gift."

"Gift?"

An Ran then realized that something was wrong with her situation. Tomorrow was her sister's birthday, and in the past, forgetting her birthday had never been her style.

What happened in the past few days gave him enough headaches. Facing An Xiao who was looking forward to her, he could never be truly calm. He could only give her small gifts as before, suitable Devouring Weapons, or take her to his hometown for a visit.

But this year's birthday is different. He promised his sister last year that the gift for the new year would be extra special, so special that she has been looking forward to it for a whole year.

Maybe An Xiao behaves strong enough outside, but she is still a little girl at home. She is as innocent as a real girl and easy to be satisfied. All she needs is a bouquet of flowers or a symbolic gesture to make her smile.

She likes to wear high-heeled shoes, which makes her look taller. She likes light blue gauze skirts, and whenever they rise and fall in the wind, they are like the sky.

She is a well-behaved girl, considerate and never forces or makes things difficult for others.

An Ran couldn't stand such a girl, especially since she was his sister.

"Little sister, how long will it take you to graduate?" He seemed to be trying to change the subject.

"I passed the assessment for prospective executives, but I still have one year before graduation." An Xiaosong opened the door handle, still standing lazily.

"You said you wanted to become an executive officer sooner, right?"

"Do I need to ask? Why would I enter Atlanta College? You don't want me to be an executive officer." She grumbled.

That was a long, long time ago. At that time, An Ran was not yet the executive officer of the hall, and her sister was not yet the director. The four of them, including her parents, all opposed An Xiao becoming an executive officer.

Being an executive officer is not a good thing.

Although my mom and dad are on the board of directors of Atlanta College, they were also executive officers. Coming into contact with alien species is like dancing on the edge of a knife. If you are not careful, your family will be destroyed.

As the only son in the family, he was born to be an executive, which was more than just a heavy responsibility.

But that year, her sister became an executive in her place, and she hoped for a better future.

He clearly remembered the complicated look in his sister's eyes after he graduated from Atlanta College. She seemed puzzled and disappointed.

Now he also wants to take on this mission for his sister like his elder sister, but in the end he still chose this path.

"Have you really made up your mind?"

"I want to fight against alien species like my sister and brother." An Xiao nodded slightly.

"⑵ If you don't do that, you will die."

"But you're not afraid." She was surprised that her brother suddenly said these incomprehensible words, but she didn't think much about it.

She suddenly remembered that the purpose of her coming to the room was to see if her brother had returned home at the request of her sister, and now she could complete the task.

An Ran wanted to seriously tell his sister how risky it was to become an executive, but he suddenly saw the clarity in those eyes.

The index finger of my right hand kept tapping uncontrollably, but there was nothing hard to make a sound, and it kept poking the bed.

"Tomorrow's gift... will definitely be a surprise for you, but you must promise me that you will not act arrogantly when facing a strong enemy."

"Brother, if you say that, then the gift is no longer mysterious. Aren't you telling me in disguise that the gift is for me to graduate early?"

My sister pretended to be disdainful, as if she didn't care about tomorrow's gift, but she quickened her pace as she turned and left.

After a while, An Xin stood at the door.

Before An Ran stood up, her cold eyes revealed a scrutinizing look.

"Are you really going to make her an executive officer?"

"What else?" An Ran glanced at her sister. "She has been in the academy for three years. She would be so disappointed if she gave up."

"But she could have been allowed to participate a year later. You know the situation is very unstable recently."

"I won't assign her dangerous tasks."

"To satisfy her curiosity and interest in playing house?"

"So we are all just playing house? Sister, are the executive officers and the aliens just a group of people role-playing?"

An Ran stood up, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and inside were stacks of bracelets, all of which were Swallowing Martial Arts.

The most special one was picked out, silver in color with a few petal patterns.

He played with the bracelet in his hand and said without raising his head:

"An Xiao is very smart, and you can't deny her cleverness. How could she not understand something so clear? She had already made up her mind, just like you did back then - your parents also advised you, but you still resolutely took this path."

"So sister, isn't it you who gave it a good start?"

This sounded like a question, but An Ran never looked at An Xin from beginning to end. There was only the bracelet in his eyes.

This sentence has a bit of interrogation, but it also has a hint of sadness.

The ideal situation would have been that he was the only one to become an executive officer, while his sisters had better ideals and lives.

But as he said this, he felt a hint of mockery, as if the phagocytes in his body were laughing at him, as if they had come alive.

They told themselves that you are an alien, a complete alien.

Affected by these cells, An Ran's movements became stiff. He tried to stay calm and looked up, only to see that his sister was also staring at the bracelet in his hand.

After a long while, she spoke:

"Is this the improved version of Shang A?"

"No." He saw his sister stretch out her hand and handed the bracelet to her.

"look like."

"Fusion Devouring Sorrow."

An Xin was stunned for a moment, repeatedly observing the bracelet, rubbing it with her hands, and muttering:

"Incredibly, the Research Department succeeded."

"This is the only finished product. I spent a lot of money to get it. It combines several types of Devouring Sorrow together. The Devouring Weapon has the property of transformation. It can deal with several enemies that appear at the same time. It is a breakthrough."

"Have you tried?"

"I have tried it, but the research department is very generous. The three forms of transformation are all from SS-level alien species. This Devouring Weapon is a fusion of at least four SS Devouring Five*Yi⒎玐扒澪⒎榴哟殇."

"It seems that this is considered a secret killing weapon. Why would they agree to give it to you?"

"It was originally given to you." An Ran expressed this sentence in a very calm tone:

"I told them that the director is my sister anyway, so I can borrow her for a few days and I will return her personally later."

"So not only are you not planning to return it to me, you also want to give it to An Xiao? Isn't it bad to treat them differently?" An Xin narrowed her eyes.

An Ran took the bracelet from her nonchalantly: "Actually, I quite like being treated differently, as if I can control something."

"Tsk." An Xin snorted indifferently, glanced at the bracelet twice, then turned and left.

At the end of the corridor, she stopped, recalled the smell she had just smelled in the room, and took out a crumpled handkerchief.

Slowly opening it, inside was the liquid left on the tiles next to the swimming pool.

She already has some clues.

Chapter 10 Moroccan Manor

In the suburbs, there are many hidden Moroccan manors.

Crows circled up and down, blocking the moon. Cage stood on the steps at the door and smoked. In front of him, a commercial vehicle was driving slowly. Before it stopped, he heard a roar in the distance.

Like an arrow, it flew in front of him, and he could see clearly that it was a white sports car that had undergone considerable modifications.

Cage put out his cigarette, stood up, and respectfully walked forward to greet the people in the business car.

The car door opened and the driver was the first to get out. He was a rather rough man wearing a tight black suit. He looked more like a bodyguard than a driver.

The driver helped the old man in the back seat get out of the car. He was a very stern old man.

Cage bowed deeply to the old man. Even though he was the owner of the Modologo Manor and the leader of the "Storm" organization, and perhaps they were on the same level in terms of style, the old man was one of the 26 members of the Alphabet Organization after all, and he was the one he had to be loyal to.

The old man (a) ErO叄②ling Qi④紦 calls himself Jiu Ye, codenamed E.

Four people got out of the sports car. They were from another force loyal to the Alphabet organization. There were many alien forces loyal to the Alphabet, the most famous of which were the Storm and Violence Society.

These four men were very young, wearing sunglasses and had tattoos. They all had muscular bodies and looked ferocious. They had two guns on their waists, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

"Mr. Jiu, is this the place?" one of the young men asked.

Jiu Ye didn't say anything, because before he could say anything, several more sports cars arrived, with the same roar, shaking the cars in the woods away in fright.

They are all members of the Violence Society, which was once the most famous alien organization in District 3. Even if they were taken in by the Alphabet Organization, they still have a huge numerical advantage.

Perhaps because the phagocytes have not been suppressed for too long, the young people feel hungry and have some violent tendencies.

Jiu Ye tilted his head slightly, and at his signal, Cage immediately ordered a team of people. They carried silver boxes, and when they opened them, they were filled with glass tubes.

There is light blue liquid in the tube.

Drugs that can inhibit phagocyte hunger can relieve the suffering caused by phagocyte hunger, but the side effect is that they will aggravate phagocytosis.

If you take too much you'll turn into a monster, but the young people are clearly unaware of this.

After they took the medicines, they opened them and took them, thinking that they were the products of experiments conducted by the Alphabet Organization and were miracle drugs in the eyes of the aliens.

For them, these medicines can make them no longer worry about devouring flesh and blood, and will not attract the attention of the executive officers. What else can they be but miracle drugs?

But Cage understood that this drug was also a poison. Often one dose could suppress the activity of phagocytes for half a month. When the Devouring Death realized that the cells it produced had lost their activity, it would begin its self-protection mechanism, which was phagocytosis.

Seeing the young people swallowing the medicine without any scruples, he knew better than to say anything.

"How is the experiment going? I hope the Fallen Angel Project will not be affected." asked Jiu Ye.

"The experiment has reached the fourth stage. Among the twenty-four complete artificial alien species, three have the qualifications to merge with the Fallen Angel."

Cage immediately reported the situation and saw that the young people who drank the potion became extremely calm.

The so-called Fallen Angel Project is one of the purposes of the Alphabet Organization to create artificial aliens. It is to cultivate artificial aliens and fuse them with the SSS-level Devouring Sorrow that existed a hundred years ago, in order to revive the alien in another form.

Codenamed Fallen Angel, it was one of the three most powerful SSS-level alien species a hundred years ago. The crusade carried out by the Countermeasures Bureau lasted for three years before it was killed. The whereabouts of the Devouring Sorrow are unknown and now it has fallen into the hands of the Alphabet Organization.

The purpose of this organization is to create fallen angels in a controllable manner.

But Cage knew that this was only the superficial purpose of the artificial alien project.

Jiu Ye nodded slightly, and walked towards the warehouse with the help of the driver, followed by Cage. In the second floor of the warehouse was the elevator leading to the underground laboratory.

There is more than one laboratory in the Alphabet Organization, and each laboratory leads different experiments.

The laboratory under the Modologo Manor is responsible for the Fallen Angels, while another factory laboratory specializes in cultivating artificial aliens and sending individuals with the qualifications to merge with the Fallen Angels.

In other words, the artificial aliens in this laboratory come from other laboratories.

The elevator was disguised as a toilet. Cage entered the password and the elevator opened quickly, revealing bright fluorescent light inside.

There were only three of them in the first group to enter the elevator, while the brothers from the Violence Gang were waiting outside.

Feeling the elevator descend, Jiu Ye suddenly spoke: "The executive officer has noticed the existence of that factory. Arrange for evacuation as soon as possible."

"Understood!" The factory also belonged to Cage, but he had no choice but to obey: "I'm afraid it was the undercover I arranged who confessed."

"That deputy section chief? He's dead, and nothing is left." Master Jiu just snorted coldly.

"he died?"

"Just four hours ago, humph, the only surviving executive officer exposed his identity, but strangely, no body was found."

"Bring Shiwu with you, he has the ability of an elite executive." Cage frowned, he didn't want to believe that Ale would fall like this.

"God knows what happened." Jiu Ye put his wrinkled palm on Cage's shoulder, and he smelled of tobacco.

"That gentleman was also arrested. The execution officers have been acting too frequently recently."

The adult that Cage was referring to is codenamed C.

After hearing this, Master Jiu just smiled contemptuously: "He? He is just one of the earliest artificial species. He has been suffering from the backlash of Devouring Sorrow. In terms of strength, he can't even be ranked."

"So this was just his carelessness?"