Infinite Earth Guardian

"I have to report this matter to the headquarters." After K's rope was untied, he rummaged through the prophet Roman and took out a huge mobile phone from his pocket.

"No." Fan Mang stopped K, "I am a person from the future, if I get in touch with people from this time and space too much, it will affect the future, so we can only solve it with the two of us."

"Then you have told me so much now, won't it affect the future?" K looked at Fan Mang suspiciously.

"Use this." Fan Mang took out the memory wiper, "This is a memory wiper, much better than the one with the battery hanging around your waist. I just need to wipe out your memory before leaving, and you won't lose your memory." Remember, it will not change the future."

"You will continue to recruit me and J to join the organization decades later. By the way, who is the person in charge now, is Z? What is O mainly responsible for?"

"I believe your words more and more, but J is already organizing, why should I recruit him again in the future?"

"No, it's not a J. Now this J may retire, or he may die during the mission. I don't remember. Anyway, before the J I know, several people used this code name."

"Then he hasn't thought about changing his lucky code?"

Fan Mang stared at K: "You can joke now, but you will change a lot in the future."

K still dialed the phone: "Roman, the prophet of Star Baward, died. He is in the playground. Send someone to deal with it."

"K, received, how are you doing today?" O's voice came from the phone.

"It's okay, I have to deal with some things, I'll be back later." K hung up the phone.

"Is it O? You and her? Forget it, I can't say too much. Where's your car, we have to find clues."

"What's wrong with me and O? We're just colleagues. I have a girl I like, but we can't meet each other." K said, leading Fan Mang to a car.

"You drive this car now? It's really rare that you haven't let it be scrapped for more than 30 years." Fan Mang saw K's old car, but it was considered a good car at this time.

"You mean I'll keep driving this car in the future?" K thought for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Has the organization researched any strengthening medicine in the future? Why is your body so strong, like..."

"Looks like an alien, right? Don't be embarrassed. The organization has been researching genetic medicines. Our person in charge at that time was Professor Kidd, and it succeeded partly, but it couldn't be used by everyone, and it would become a monster. I It's a genetic mutation, so it's stronger."

"You mean little Kidd became the person in charge? He is often scolded, and there are always problems with the things he makes."

Fan Mang wrote it down, this is Professor Kidd's black material. Maybe he should ask more questions, such as about Z, O or other ace agents. If anyone objects to him when he is nominated as an ace agent, he will expose the scandal!

"Well, do you know where Boris will go next? Twenty-four hours, our time is very tight." K asked.

"I remember it was a bowling alley, too detailed information, you didn't write it in the report. Matchbox, there are hints on the matchbox, that alien prophet doesn't smoke."

K was holding the matchbox he took out from the prophet Roman. He was sure that the person who called himself F hadn't seen him when he searched for the body just now.

"We have to hurry up, otherwise we will be preempted by Boris again. I don't remember much." Fan Mang nodded his head.

Soon after driving to a bowling alley, K suddenly took out the handcuffs from his body and wanted to handcuff Fan Mang, but Fan Mang handcuffed him instead.

"K, you never play cards according to common sense, and I have also learned from you. There is a key under the ashtray, right, you can open it yourself."

Fan Mang got out of the car, K glanced at it, took out the handcuff key from under the ashtray,

He didn't tell anyone about this habit, only his former partner knew about it.

However, his previous partner was injured during a mission a few days ago and chose to withdraw from MIB, otherwise he would not be alone when he came to arrest Boris this time.

"It's not business hours now." The two stood in the bowling alley, looking at Fan Mang who entered.

"I'm here to find your boss. If you continue to block him, it is very likely that he will be killed by Boris. Haven't you heard of the notoriety of Boris the Beast?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, this is our territory, no one can enter."

Fan Mang smiled: "Really? Then I'll show you a show."

Whoosh~~

An alien drew a gun out of all four arms, but he felt a pain in his head, and his eyes became dark. His legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.

Fan Mang looked at another guy with a big head and no neck: "Do you need me to take your head off and kick it as a ball? Get out of the way!"

K walked in and saw an alien fainted on the ground, and another alien was groping on the ground, looking for his head.

He saw Fan Mang walking towards the office, and quickly followed.

Fan Mang sighed, it was still too late. Perhaps Boris had arrived while he and K were still on the road.

Seeing this, K took out the giant mobile phone from his pocket, pulled out the antenna, and called the headquarters.

"O, I have a dead Pala star here, let my colleagues deal with it. I need your help to find some information and determine where Boris might go."

Fan Mang held up a magazine: "Factory, DreamWorks."

K said into the phone: "I think I know where it is."

Driving, came to DreamWorks. Fan Mang looked around, all the retro atmosphere here made him feel fresh.

"Are you really a future agent? Is there anything unusual here? I feel like you're here for a tourist."

"K, if you see some vintage things, you will want to see more. There are many aliens on it. In my time, this place has been demolished."

Fan Mang really has the mentality of traveling. He doesn't think the task is too difficult to complete. In fact, he also tries his best to avoid the future from being changed. Some aliens die as soon as they die, and he doesn't care.

"That's a pity. It's still very interesting here. It took me three years as an agent to know that all the models are aliens. No wonder they have such good figures, and no wonder many of them are dressed so weirdly."

At the door, K speaks the code, and they enter. This was the first time that Fan Mang saw so many aliens gathering except at the headquarters.

"Hey, there are more than 1,500 aliens on Earth at this time, right? It seems that not all alien refugees here."

"Of course, why are there fewer and fewer aliens in the future? Will our place become a refugee camp? Let's go and meet the owner here."

Fan Mang saw a white-haired man in the distance taking pictures of several models, so he is the brand art director of Chanel, who will be called Caesar and Lafayette in the fashion industry in the future?

"Hi, excuse me, your guest today has a problem."

"K, my guests are fine, and I don't want to be disturbed at today's party. If you have something to do, you can make an appointment with me for next week."

Fan Mang walked over, grabbed Lafayette's arm, and squeezed it hard: "W, I think we should go and have a good talk."

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