Alien Executioner

The appearance of Director An Xin and Director An Ran, a brother and sister, naturally attracted everyone's attention. From time to time, people greeted them and they responded with a smile.

To be honest, An Ran felt that getting along with her sister was not as tense as before, but she always seemed to be holding something back and did not dare to speak first.

"I heard from Sister Tang about what happened, but I don't think she knows much."

An Xin broke the silence between the two, and when someone passed by and greeted her, she nodded slightly to the person beside her.

"Yes."

An Ran admitted calmly.

"I can't keep too many things about that place. It's called the Fourth Laboratory. Many monsters and humanoid freaks were cultivated there..."

"Hello, director!"

"Ah."

He responded to an executive officer's greeting, lowering his voice so as not to be heard by unnecessary people:

"I met a weird guy who called himself Mr. V. He was from the Alphabet Organization, and he brought up a lot of dark secrets because of trying to work with me."

"I guess these secrets are worth discussing."

"Of course." An Ran suppressed his pride. "The members of the Alphabet Organization are actually distributed all over the world, and there are not only 26 people. There are two branches, the outer branch and the inner branch."

"So which branch does this Mr. V belong to?"

"The inner branch, the members of this branch are the real alphabet organization. They directly obey the orders of that Shang, and are the most difficult enemy."

"Shang has a name. Have you found it out?"

An Ran shook his head. He didn't think Yizhishang's name was worth investigating.

He shared the key points he found during his investigation:

"Even if the Devouring Sorrow is separated from the alien's body, they can still survive and can use the transplant method to complete the so-called resurrection."

"Wang Feng has already come to this conclusion. The research department has completed the study of the blood of the ancient god the night before yesterday. Do you want to know the results?"

An Ran hesitated for a moment and replied, "Of course."

He didn't think anyone could analyze the blood of the ancient gods.

"The main component of the blood of the ancient gods is some kind of strange protein substance. From it, a gene with a structure similar to that of soft-bodied organisms was extracted, but it does not match any organism on Earth. The gene is unexpectedly aggressive. All organic matter injected with the blood of the ancient gods has undergone a transformation without exception. They are given consciousness and real life, and become a new and independent individual."

My sister told me the shocking and terrifying conclusion of the experiment, which made it difficult for people to react for a while.

An Ran's pace gradually slowed down as he tried to sort out every word his sister said.

"what do you mean……"

He felt that it was somewhat unlikely, and it could no longer be described as beyond common sense.

Quickly grasp the hidden key points.

"The blood of the ancient gods can be used on creatures other than aliens, right?"

"Yes." My sister acted very calmly. "You can see that all matter is composed of living cells. A broken arm is injected with the blood of the ancient god. In just half a second, it will become an independent organism with self-awareness and quickly grow corresponding characteristics."

"I feel a chill just thinking about it." An Ran looked at his wrist.

There is also golden blood flowing in his body that no one knows about.

How does this liquid compare to the blood of the ancient gods.

"But the most amazing thing happened. The Research Department injected a drop of blood into the Devouring Sorrow. You try to combine the connections between them." said my sister.

An Ran's expression gradually became solemn.

"The Devouring Sorrow carries the memories of the alien species before its death. After being injected with the blood of the ancient god, it gains consciousness and true life, grows characteristics... resurrection?"

"Yes." An Xin nodded, her face unusually heavy, "It is resurrection, the most perfect and true resurrection." "Incredible."

Both of them were silent. This topic was too bizarre. The impact of the blood of the ancient gods deepened as the secrets were uncovered.

His sister stopped and An Ran was stunned for a moment. He looked to the side and unknowingly was brought to the end of the corridor of the logistics department, which was a more secluded room.

The An family is like this, even the most horrific topic can be changed at will.

My sister didn't seem to be afraid of the impact of the ancient god's blood. She gently stroked the door with her fair right hand, knocked on it several times, and then slowly opened it.

"So have you cooperated with Mr. V?"

"No."

An Ran answered honestly that they were actually in a half-cooperative and half-exploiting situation, and Mr. V was just unilaterally lowering his posture to seek cooperation. ⑵

He was just taking advantage of her.

"Sister Tang said you wanted to use that club to open up a source of food for yourself, right?" Sister Tang's tone revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

An Ran noticed this, but his emotions did not fluctuate too much.

"I thought you would support me."

"Our waiters are far more reliable than them. I will handle this matter for you." Ling

"This is too much trouble for you. I don't want you to do too much for me." An Ran was very sincere. He also realized his sister's purpose.

He took two steps back silently and saw Li Fei walking towards him.

I breathed a sigh of relief.)

If Li Fei were here, it would mean that her sister would not be so blatant, and such a thing would not happen.

An Ran was about to say hello, but Li Fei turned around and pretended not to see anything.

The next second, his sister grabbed his wrist.

The phagocytes in her body were constantly transforming, and the moment she was touched by her sister, she turned back into her true form, and her entire body was pulled closer to the room.

An Xin pushed the girl onto the sofa, looked at her shocked and pitiful expression, and held down her struggling arms without hesitation.

"obedient."

She leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered.

An Ran closed her eyes, she chose to clamp her legs together and feel the wetness of her lips.

……

Li Fei stood at the next door, touching the frame of her glasses which were just for show, and looked at Sister Tang who was sitting on a chair in the corridor bored, feeling a little hesitant.

"Sister Tang, why are you here?"

"It's obvious that I'm here to slack off." Sister Tang acted without any hesitation in front of Section Chief Li.

She was dressed in a low-key manner at the moment, with her head down reading a novel, so An Ran was not noticed by him at first when she passed by.

The door that Li Fei was standing in front of was the Devouring Weapons section of the Logistics Department, where a large number of Devouring Weapons produced by the Scientific Research Department were stored, and they were not numbered.

Similar to a warehouse.

She felt strange when she saw Sister Tang just as she was about to open the door.

"Miss Li."

Sister Tang showed a thoughtful expression and put down the novel. Her eyes flashed with surprise and curiosity as if she had discovered a secret.

"So you knew all along."

"What do you mean?" Li Fei asked.

"You ask even though you know the answer. You're not pretending at all." Sister Tang said and lowered her head again.

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying her best to make a sound that only she could hear.

"Is it really okay to just let your daughter develop on her own without worrying about it?"

Li Fei opened the door without saying a word.

Sister Tang stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly she thought of something, so she tiptoed to the innermost door and eavesdropped on what was happening inside.

Chapter 164: After the Gray Mist (Part )

As night falls, the motorcycle makes a roaring noise. The woman takes off her helmet and looks around. The flower city is beautiful at night and the streets are still bustling.

She looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that no executive was following her, she wandered among the crowd and finally quickly entered an Internet cafe.

It was an old elevator deep in the corridor. It seemed that it had not been in operation for many years, and the mottled rust revealed a strange smell of decay.

The woman walked into the elevator and closed her eyes.

With a feeling of trance, when I opened my eyes, I was already below the Internet cafe.

A hidden small underground gambling house.

This is a secret club called "Little Ant". It looks like an unlicensed black casino and a bar. Several young waiters are chatting happily, gamblers are fiddling with their chips, dozens of people are crowded in this small hall, and the air is filled with sin.

The woman sat on the sofa, probably a regular customer here. She closed her eyes and took a rest, listening to the restlessness floating among the crowd.

The comfort was soon disturbed.

A fat man was sitting next to her, injecting drugs with a lewd look on his face.

"Sha..."

The fat man murmured softly, and his body began to tremble with the squeezing of the syringe. He was excited and intoxicated, and leaned over to pick up the bottle of white powder on the table, but he lost his grip and the powder fell all over the floor.

The woman's veins popped up in an instant and she hated the smell.

For this underground gambling house, the appearance of drugs is nothing big, because the nature of its existence is very strange.

What looks like a gray industry of black gambling is actually a secret communication place built by a group of powerless alien species to help each other obtain intelligence.

Everyone present is a different species.

The woman opened her eyes, and murderous intent flashed in her rose-gold pupils, but it didn't last long. She had learned to be patient, so she continued to wait quietly.

"Hold!"

A gambler cursed in dissatisfaction. He lost all his chips and had to leave the table, while his opponent in front of the table had a sarcastic look on his face, waiting for the next person to come up.

The young waiters didn't look so well-dressed. They all had weird perms on their hair, dyed in red, blue, green and other colors. Their barely fitted white suits smelled of alcohol. They gathered together, smoking cigarettes, and their eyes went back and forth between the pockets of the guests.

There was a familiar middle-aged man sitting in the most remote corner. His picture had appeared in the FACA Outstanding Executive Recognition column, but now he was with the aliens.

Swallowing Wu stroked his wrist and looked around casually. He smiled with some complacency. The man was the patron of the small gambling house.

The wooden door next to him creaked open, and a charming young woman walked over with a black leather bag in her arms and a seductive smile on her face.

"Why did Mr. Ma Chengxin come so early today?"

The woman sat in another chair and lit a cigarette for the executive, handing him the black leather bag.

"Don't you want to come and see me?"

The man named Ma Chengxin opened his wallet immediately and saw a full banknote of 50 yuan. He took a deep breath.

"really not bad……"

He murmured excitedly, ignoring the woman's presence in his eyes.

But the charming woman was used to it. She knew that the man in front of her cared more about money, because this outstanding executive was once a notorious gambler and owed a lot of debts.

In order to pay off his debts, Ma Chengxin borrowed two million from the person in charge of the Butterfly Exchange and invested all of it in a black stock he heard about from the grapevine. Unexpectedly, he lost everything and was almost left with nowhere to go due to the threats and debt collection from the mafia. The monthly salary of fifty thousand for an outstanding executive at the FACA headquarters was far from enough to repay the debts.

So the people who set up the small gambling house found him and reached a win-win deal. They repaid all his debts and paid him a protection fee of about 500,000 yuan every week.

Just to take advantage of Ma Chengxin's power in the Operations Department to provide shelter for small gambling houses.

As the captain of Team 7 of the Flying Pigeon Group of the Headquarters Operations Department, Ma Chengxin is not afraid of the coercion of the Mafia at all. It's a pity that they are not ordinary Mafia.

The Butterfly Exchange is a securities firm affiliated with the An family, which means that the mafia that is collecting debts for them is also more or less related to the An family.

It’s really scary to think about it.

Ma Chengxin raised his head and smiled at the woman, but his eyes were filled with disgust. He was only interested in money, and he used the aliens present as tools to make money for himself. He hated these monsters and wished someone would kill them all immediately, so that his secrets could be washed away with the blood donation.

But he could only think like this. Cooperating with these alien species meant giving them a handle on him.

Putting aside things like being in debt, cooperating with alien species is a mistake from an executive's perspective and will affect one's future as an executive.

As the captain of Team 7 of the Flying Pigeon Group, he had a bright future, but he was bound by this group of aliens.

But money...

He lowered his head and took a deep look at the bundles of banknotes in the leather bag in his arms, sniffing their fragrance. No one would go against money, especially when it was delivered to the door in an endless stream.