After I became human, I became a nightmare of aliens

In the evening, Bretta held the last few white roses in her hands, looked around carefully, and happened to walk to the entrance of the dungeon.

The base has four area entrances, all of which can go down to [-] floors underground through elevators. It is the most bustling and bustling place in the Meeks base, but also the most crowded place.

At this moment, at the entrance of the dungeon, there were a few fierce-looking men in thick clothes and bunts, with daggers pinned to their sides, wandering there.From time to time, men who have been off work walk in from the entrance together.

"Sir, do you need a white rose?" Bretta stood nearby, timidly selling it to the passers-by who were rushing down for fun, her little white face under the deer safari hat was a little red from the cold wind.

In winter, this handsome boy of Germanic descent will always attract some people's attention.

A tall, thin middle-aged man with a slightly protruding stork bone came forward with a malicious smile, lowered his head pretending to be a gentleman and asked, "Little guy, come with me to play, how about I buy you a flower?"

Bretta was startled, as if smelling a smell of food from the man, she couldn't help but get excited: "Okay, sir."

The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows, stretched his arms over the boy's shoulders, and led him into the elevator in the dungeon. Some men with vulgar mouths gradually poured into the elevator. Many people noticed this boy with red lips and white teeth, and stared greedily at him unabashedly. with.The tall and thin man hooked his mouth lightly, and stretched out his arms to tighten his grip on the boy, feeling even more triumphant.

Bretta didn't like this feeling, she frowned slightly, and moved her shoulders to break away from the man's movement, when the elevator door opened on the [-]th floor with a "ding".

In the distant boxing ring, the screams of boxers after winning, the noisy voices of people mixed with countless irrational shouts, rushed into the eardrums like a raging tide in an instant.

Bretta took the opportunity to flexibly break free from the man's shackles, and walked forward out of the elevator.

At the entrance of the underground boxing arena, someone quickly called up the virtual payment code and stepped forward, bowing slightly to the person in front of them: "Sir, two middle row seats, eight dedication points, thank you."

Bretta watched in amazement, the other party was about to reach eight dedication points with ease.

learnt.

When it was time for them, the tall and thin man looked down at the handsome boy who didn't know much about the world in front of him, thinking that ten dedication points would give him a taste, and it was worth it.

"Two in the middle row."

"Sir, two middle row seats, eight dedication points, thank you."

When he was ready to pay, the young man suddenly stood next to the ticket collector in the opposite boxing ring, learned to call out the payment code, and said: "Sir, one white rose, ten dedication points, thank you."

Ticket Clerk: "..."

Thin and tall man: "..."

Aggrieved, he quickly paid the two bills, and a white rose was stuffed in his hand.

Fearing that the boy would run away immediately, he quickly reached out his hand to stop him, and said with a smirk: "I bought the tickets for you, go in and have fun."

Walking in here, Bretta could smell the fragrance of food on the man beside him more and more. He stared at the man with bright eyes and nodded: "Hmm!"

This look gave the thin and tall man great satisfaction and led him to the middle row seat.

It happened that an acquaintance who knew the tall and thin man saw him bring a beautiful boy over, whistled, looked at him wantonly and said teasingly, "Maurier, where did you get this?"

There was a boxing match going on in the boxing ring, and there was a burst of boiling shouts all of a sudden.

In the corner of the corridor on the left side of the boxing ring, the man in a black combat uniform and a hat whose face was invisible was holding a gun in his hand at the moment, leaning his back against the wall tall and straight, as if he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

In fact, the ears moved slightly, and I felt the air flow when people waved their hands in the whole venue, the impact of the liquid and the bottle when the young man raised his head to drink alcoholic beverages, and the vibration of the boxer punching the opponent's muscles on the field.

He frowned slightly, his eyelids drooped lazily and sleepily, not knowing what to think.

A muscular, shaved Asian man quickly walked over to him, and whispered next to him: "Colonel, the Asian League has confirmed your sacrifice information, and it seems that some people can't stand it anymore." gone."

"Hmm." Only the resolute and handsome jawline was exposed under the brim of the hat, and the man nodded slightly, not paying attention.

"Cheng Cheng, what happened to what I told you earlier?"

The square-inch man named Cheng Cheng nodded, took out an ID card and handed it to him.

The man glanced at the card number and name on the ID card.

[ID: 0837611172453 Name: Mourning Lin]

He took it and put it in his pocket.

Cheng Cheng raised his head and glanced down at the boxing ring, saying: "There are several abnormalities detected here, and there seems to be something circulating in the dark, but after all, it is a mixed world base, and no one wants to take the initiative to step into the muddy water here."

The man raised his head slightly, revealing his deep and handsome facial features. He had no expression, his expression was indifferent, and he seemed a little sleepy. He said in a deep voice, "Isn't it always like this."

Cheng Cheng was startled, he stared at the man in front of him, and realized that since that escape, the colonel seemed... changed a little.But exactly what changed, he couldn't say.

He was about to speak again when someone interrupted him.

"Master Cheng! You and your friends are here? Look at the mess below, and ask you to take care of it?" The owner of the boxing ring nodded and bowed. Recently, there have been a series of boxer riots in the boxing ring. It was not easy to contact a team of mercenaries to help him calm down the place. .

The man with his back against the wall, his face was completely hidden in the darkness, only the sharp and distinct jaw line was exposed, and his thin lips moved slightly:

"understood."

Bretta stared blankly at the intensifying violent conflict in the boxing ring in front of him. The fight had already been declared over, but the red-eyed fighter almost roared and pushed the other person to the ground with punches and hammers until he sank into the ground.

The tall, thin man named Maurer beside him proudly crossed his legs and showed off to the boy next to him: "I knew he would win me a lot of money."

"Bang—!" A gunshot rang out, and the din of wild applause disappeared immediately, but the boxer on the stage seemed to be inaudible, and continued to punch like a wild beast, wishing to tear the prey under his hands. Swallow belly.

"Bang!" It wasn't until another round of bullets passed directly by the right hand of the crazy boxer that the boxer was finally awakened by the pain, suddenly lowered his head, saw his opponent who had been beaten half to death, felt a little dazed and panicked, and hurriedly stood up and backed away. back.

At the same time, a tall and slender man in a black camouflage combat uniform, a helmet, and military boots, holding an assault gun, led several mercenaries in the same costume behind him, and stepped forward. .

The awe-inspiring aura made the scene dare not make any sound for a while.

The boxer fell to the ground even more terrified, enduring the severe pain in the side of his hand, and looked up at the man in front of him exuding a dangerous aura.

After firing the gun, Lin Mour did not look at him again, and coldly ordered: "Drag on."

The people behind them moved neatly, a group of mercenaries roared in, and quickly retreated in the cold wind, and the next match soon resumed.

Bretta was startled by the two gunshots just now, and the memory of several months ago was vaguely surging.

Bretta, who was rescued wearing a protective suit, sat in the back seat of the car with a group of embarrassed humans, and heard a voice:

"Colonel! A total of twelve people have been rescued, and a locomotive has been arranged to send them to a nearby base..."

Bretta lowered her head and sniffed the smell hidden by the man next to him covering his arm. A bullet pierced through the air and hit the man's forehead firmly in the middle.Before the frightened expression on the man's face was fully revealed, a drop of blood dripped down.

The mice who had just left the laboratory clearly felt the fear of death.

He heard the man's indifferent voice: "It's eleven now."

Bretta, who was sitting in the auditorium, again felt the danger from the leading mercenary man. He didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly held the remaining white roses in his hand, stood up and wanted to leave.

Yes, he hasn't sold out of flowers yet.

The tall and thin man beside him gave the leading mercenary a stern look, reached out to touch the dark green liquid potion in his trouser pocket, and lowered his head to spit.

He looked up and found that the boy was frightened and wanted to run away. He stood up and stretched out his hand to stop him. He even forgot that there was still this plate of snacks that he hadn't tasted.

"where to?"

"Sir, I, I still have to sell flowers." He didn't drink a drop of water all day, and he didn't have anything to eat if he couldn't sell them all. Just thinking about it, his stomach was already growling.

When the thin and tall man heard the movement, he glanced up and down with viscous eyes, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something good."

Bretta was really hungry, and suddenly smelled the "food" smell emanating from the opponent's body, secretly swallowed, nodded, and followed him to the side of the boxing ring.

When the other party led him to the door of a men's toilet, seeing that he was embarrassed and refused to go in, he urged, "Come in?"

Bretta still held a few flowers in her hand, hesitated for a while, and said, "Sir, I can't eat shit with you..."

"..."

The thin and tall man was about to warn him viciously, but after thinking about it, he held back his twitching brows, and coaxed: "...Of course not, it's a good thing that makes you drool."

Hunger made Bretta more sensitive to the smell of "food". He had already vaguely sensed where the man was, and moved his eyes down to follow him.

As soon as he entered the washbasin, Bretta took the lead in staring at the corner of his trouser pocket where the forest green was exposed, and asked innocently: "What is that?"

The thin and tall man was stunned, raised his eyebrows, took out the tube of potion in his trouser pocket, and waved it in front of the boy with glowing eyes: "This...it's a good thing."

It's delicious!Bretta remembered that he used to drink a lot of this stuff every day in the lab.

Thinking about the taste, his saliva couldn't help but slipped from the corner of his mouth.

The tall and thin man was about to laugh, when he saw the young man's face froze suddenly, and then showed a frightened and unbelievable expression.

I saw the boy's saliva dripping on the floor, and a black hole was corroded in the ground immediately, making a sizzling sound.

However, the young man kept approaching him, and asked innocently with a creepy expression on his face:

"Can I have a drink?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"Monster! You are a monster!!!"

The man screamed in terror and ran away from Bretta.

Bretta drooling with her mouth open: "..."

Unexpectedly, not long after the man ran out, he fell to the ground suddenly.

There was a crisp "snap", and his face was buried in the liquid and glass shards all over the floor.

Those viscous green liquids drilled into the holes in his face as if they were alive.

He had no time to be afraid. After just a few seconds, the body lying on the ground stood up strangely in a twisted posture that was difficult for humans to do, making a "creak" sound of dislocation of joints.

Bretta came out and saw that he was still there, and the alluring smell was even more fragrant, so she couldn't help stepping forward cautiously, and asked, "Sir, how about just one sip?"

Hearing the words, the distorted man slowly turned his head at a 180-degree angle, revealing a face that had been eroded beyond recognition by the green liquid. The original eyes turned into a pair of compound eyes, and the mouth was alienated into an outlet, and a low hoarse "" came out from his throat. "Ho ho", the next moment, three pairs of folded front leg joints, thorny, and sickle-shaped arthropods burst out from both sides of the body in the direction of Bretta.Immediately after that, the fan-shaped, thin and transparent front and rear covering wings are displayed, and the wings spread out.

This distortion made it rise to a height of more than three meters in an instant, and the huge monster shrouded Bretta in front of him.

Bretta looked at the alien species in front of her, opened her eyes and exclaimed:

"Wow~"

He was so hungry that he licked his lips excitedly, and said happily, "You look delicious."

Alien: "?"

Are you polite?