Alien Executioner

Sister Tang didn't say anything else.

Li Zongxu came back with the executive officers. They all used Devouring Technique, but there were no signs of fighting on their faces and they looked very relaxed.

"The dormitory area is fine," he said.

"There's no problem in the east." The deputy team leader of the special service team came back at some point.

An Ran glanced at everyone and to be honest he was not at ease. He was keenly aware of countless prying eyes hiding in the floors and watching.

Recalling the fleeting photo post I saw on the forum, the dim environment and the faint fluorescence, I can be sure that it is a laboratory hidden underground.

An executive named Song Yixue had been here more than ten days ago. After taking the photos, she suddenly lost contact, and the photos on the forum were quickly deleted, and even Zero could not restore them.

What was the reason that made her choose to upload these photos to the forum instead of directly uploading them into Zero's system?

Head hurts……

An Ran was a little dazed. He realized that the phagocytes in his body had been mutating, and that this change was also affecting his personality, so he stopped thinking about it.

Looking up, the sky is filled with gentle dusk.

In fact, An Ran could hear countless heartbeats under his feet from the very beginning, so the search of the east and dormitory areas was completely unnecessary. He only symbolically guided the executive team.

Countless heartbeats are distributed under your feet, and the sound of the heartbeats rises and falls at a very regular frequency. It is even more densely packed under the office building behind the statue, like ants building a nest.

The door of the office building was completely open, and the moment you entered, you could feel an unusual and strange atmosphere, which was strange and mysterious.

There was a thin black mist floating in the air that could be seen even with the naked eye.

He smelled a foul, rotten odor, but felt no discomfort.

"Sister Tang, come with me." He gave Li Zongxu an unexpected order, "The special service team will search this building with you. Do you understand?"

"Director, this is too dangerous." Li Zongxu said sincerely.

"Senior?" Xu Sinuo, who had been silent, finally became confused.

In the eyes of the branch's executive officers, Director An Ran's order seemed a little stupid. It was a fatal mistake and idea. Everyone guessed that there might be a mystery hidden underground.

"That's it." An Ran looked at Xu Sinuo and said, "She will be your temporary captain, Elite Executive Officer Xu Sinuo."

The special forces looked at the girl with some surprise.

But in the end they still separated, even though the executive officers thought the order was inappropriate, only the special forces left without saying a word.

An Ran and Sister Tang came to the corridor on the far left, which was dark and quiet.

"I know what you're thinking."

Sister Tang glanced at the paintings hanging in the corridor and said:

"You want to reveal your true self to resolve this, but you don't want them to see you, right?"

"It's the only way."

An Ran whispered to her.

"There are a lot of freaks, and there is also... a huge heartbeat. It is a scary monster. If they follow it, someone will definitely die."

He paused and continued:

"In fact, I was going to come here to investigate before you gathered, but was delayed due to some special reasons."

"Can you tell me the reason?" After knowing An Ran's true identity, she was not so afraid of the man in front of her.

An Ran refused to answer with silence.

Chapter 140 Special Operations (X)

An Ran judged the entrance based on the density of heartbeats. If monsters densely occupied a certain place, it meant that the place might be important.

There was also a large area on the left side of the office building. The two walked around for a few minutes, following the footprints on the ground, which spread deeper into the area. The walls on both sides were covered with foul-smelling sewage.

Sister Tang was not worried that she would be attacked by freaks or aliens, because An Ran was like a radar that could cover a thousand meters, and he himself was a terrible monster.

When Naya was conquered, he was already an SS-level super alien.

Thinking back to what he had said during the escort mission and his behavior just now, Sister Tang thought it made sense.

The only monsters that can defeat him are monsters of the same level. When facing such monsters, what’s the point of those executives following him?

An Ran quickened his pace. Along the way, he saw nothing but bloodstains, and footprints led people to the depths.

He just stopped.

"here."

Sister Tang saw the director stop and face a door. It was too dark around to see the sign hanging on it, but she could feel the mottled marks on the door.

This was a painted wooden door. The rough touch stung her skin. She withdrew her hand, only to see An Ran push the door open without hesitation.

“This is the school office.”

An Ran calmly said the words on the sign. When he turned around, Sister Tang was frightened. She saw a pair of eyes emitting a faint bloodshot light.

The school affairs office was also pitch black. That was the strangest thing. The windows were completely dark, as if they had been painted with black paint.

In this dim environment, all Sister Tang could see was the pair of glowing bloodshot eyes.

"Can you make your eyes glow without changing back to your true form?" she asked softly, touching the Devouring Martial Arts bracelet on her wrist.

"Do not……"

The voice that responded to her was a little vague.

Every word An Ran said at this time was a little ethereal, somewhere between a female voice and a male voice. Half of his face was distorted, changing into the appearance of Naya.

"A small attempt."

He walked to the window and observed the outside environment. The interior of the building seemed to be in another world, and outside the window was like a lonely black universe.

"Try?" Sister Tang was puzzled.

"I tried to use Naya's abilities under this identity, such as using the blood eyes to see things in the dark, but it was half successful and half unsuccessful."

"So your voice..." Sister Tang suddenly realized.

"Yes, I may be in between the two now. You can understand that I only completed half of the transformation of my true body and stopped, in the transition to the true body appearance."

"It's just neither male nor female." Sister Tang could only imagine what An Ran looked like, because it was very dark around her and she couldn't see the face with the bloodshot eyes clearly.

She shuddered.

"I just imagined it and it felt a little scary. What's going on outside the window? Is your blood eye clear?"

"This is the strangest thing." An Ran said in a low voice, as if he was thinking.

"What exactly happened?"

"This window is clearly open, but I still can't see what's outside. It's like a black hole." An Ran chose to turn around.

He thought of a certain realm that appeared when he first came to Shenjiang. This supernatural mysterious power was most likely derived from Shang.

"Damn, there's something wrong with this building." Sister Tang clenched her fists, then loosened her hands, took out a lighter from her pocket, and tugged at his windbreaker.

An Ran frowned.

"Do you have a cigarette? I need to calm down in this weird place. Have a cigarette..." Sister Tang had already opened the lighter, and the flame illuminated the surroundings.

"What kind of monster are you?" She took two steps back in surprise.

An Ran's face looked particularly bright in the firelight. What a distorted face it was.

The left half of the face looked normal, while the right half was covered in grayish white, with only blood-red eyes, half of the nose and half of the mouth missing, and even no eyebrows, as if he was wearing a smooth grayish white mask.

The shock and terrifying repression that can be given are not something that a mask can bring.

"Although I am also curious about what I look like now, please don't make a fuss." An Ran took out his windbreaker and spread out his hands.

"I don't have any cigarettes. Maybe you can find some on the ground."

"What's the fuss? I feel like I've met the devil. Well, your hall honor is also the devil, inherited from your sister."

Sister Tang sighed and paced around aimlessly.

An Ran glanced at her and ignored her. The flame of the lighter was extinguished. He quietly spread his tentacles, but failed.

Because he forced himself to completely transform into Naya.

So he thought of a crazier idea. He turned his left hand into a tentacle, walked to the desk and squatted down. There was a pool of blood on the ground.

The blood had already coagulated, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

Sister Tang came over following the glowing eyes.

She took out her cell phone and turned on the lighting mode, illuminating the environment under the table. At the same time, she saw that An Ran's left hand had turned into a strange, long, deep red tentacle.

“It’s a bit gross,” she said.

An Ran didn't say anything. The bloodstains were densely distributed, with obvious depths, as if they were deliberately painted together to confuse the eyes.

He reached out his hand and touched it. It was a small bulge. He understood the purpose of the paint covering it up, in order to hide this button of unknown function.

As he pressed it lightly, a dripping sound was clearly heard behind him.

Both of them stood up and turned around to see a light in the corner. It turned out to be an elevator hidden in the wall, and it was opened.

Sister Tang looked at An Ran.

"This looks like an elevator leading downstairs." An Ran told her, "The footprints outside are a very low-level deception method, and the elevator may be the same."

"I understand footprints, but what does this mean?"

An Ran walked to the desk again, bent down and pressed the button again. This time, a small door on the inner wall of the elevator slowly opened.

This is a secret door. No one would have thought that a secret door would be set inside an elevator.

"How did you find out?" Sister Tang smelled a strong smell of blood while standing at the elevator door.

An Ran walked past her and entered the elevator first. Only when he walked in did Sister Tang dare to let down her guard. The two of them bent down and entered the low door together.

There is still an elevator inside the low door, but it is much brighter and the smell is much lighter.

"I can hear their heartbeats. They are even and steady, which means the monsters are not active. They are probably sleeping and gathered together."

An Ran looked up to see if there were any eavesdropping surveillance devices while explaining.

"There was only one heartbeat below the office, and it was very fast, and the location kept moving. How could a freak who woke up not wake up the other freaks? I guess there is a closed space below, and it's a trap."

"Then how do you know there is another door?" Sister Tang was a little curious.

"No one would have thought that one button could open two doors. As for the door in the elevator, that was the result only known after pressing the button a second time."

The hidden elevator did not have any floor buttons. The inner door slowly closed. Under the bright light, An Ran returned to normal, feeling his body falling.

He was suddenly stunned, and his originally steady heartbeat was suddenly disrupted.

The freaks woke up.

Chapter 141: Strange Friends (I)

An Ran glanced at the light blue bracelet on Sister Tang’s wrist.

S-level devouring weapon?

Now he clearly sensed that some of the monsters had awakened. This was not a coincidence. He believed that someone had awakened them.

If there really is someone behind the scenes other than the freak, then revealing his true identity immediately would obviously be an unwise choice.

After waiting for two seconds, he said:

"They wake up and the animals are coming. Are you ready?"

"I guessed it." Sister Tang did not use the devouring weapon, but took out the ray gun from her waist and said easily.

"I've been watching you. You looked like you were in a daze just now, and then you suddenly frowned. I knew something was going to go wrong."

An Ran glanced at her:

"Someone woke me up. I may not reveal my true identity until I find that person. You have to take care of yourself."

"Do you wish me to die?"

"I don't care. Besides, you know my secret." An Ran took out a T4 pistol from his windbreaker and searched in the elevator.

The black knife named Sanction was hidden as a trump card, a trump card before the last moment of revealing his true identity. When people think of Director An Ran's weapon, the first thing that comes to mind is the black and red sickle.

"Damn it. After all, I am on your side. Whether I am in the Countermeasures Bureau or outside, I am still your henchman, right?" Sister Tang muttered as she buckled the safety lock of the ray gun.