Infinite Earth Guardian

"F, J, that's all, why don't you call us over at night?" The logistics colleagues looked at the half-alien corpse on the road, which could fit on F's pickup truck.

"Aren't we working in the middle of the night? Find out which planet he is from, and inform us immediately. I suspect that he is related to an alien smuggling spaceship case we are investigating."

After his colleague left with the alien body, J returned to the car: "F, let's go along this road and see where it is."

J always felt that the appearance of the alien was unusual, as if he was deliberately attracting their attention. If so, go in the opposite direction and you might be pleasantly surprised.

"F, let the heroic detective J take you to investigate this time. We will definitely be able to get this done before the alien spaceship arrives."

"Where is the specific address Wu Yuan told you, I think we should go there and wait, maybe we can find it." Fan Mang felt that if the alien was really related to the smuggling spaceship, then if the spaceship was found, it could be found its associates. If it doesn't matter, then after dealing with the matter of the spacecraft, it is too late to find its accomplices.

"The arrival point of the alien spacecraft is also in this direction, Burlington County. Wu does not know the more detailed location. We need to change the license plate and cover the MIB logo. Come on, drive to Burlington. county."

Fan Mang pressed a button on the car, the license plate of the pickup truck was flipped over, the letters and numbers on it were changed, and the MIB logo was hidden.

It took almost two hours to drive to Burlington County. It was already the middle of the night, and it was quiet here.

"Beef patties, fried sausages... Hehe, it's so beautiful." J arched his head twice, and made a groaning sound in his mouth.

Fan Mang squinted at J, why did you let me drive while you were sleeping? Judging from that expression, I must have done nothing good in the dream.

However, he was also a little hungry, so he took out cookies, chocolate and coke from the system space. J woke up when he burped comfortably after his last sip of Coke.

"Did you go buy Coke? And cookies? Mine?"

"What's yours?"

"You didn't think about buying me one when you were eating? We are partners. Don't you say that Chinese people are very generous to their friends?"

"Oh, when I bought it, I asked you if you wanted to eat it. You said you wanted to eat beef patties and fried sausages, but convenience stores don't have those." Fan Mang saw that J's expression seemed to freeze, and then he took the storage beside him again. Take cookies and coke out of the box.

"Come on, your share. We're in Burlington County, Detective J, what's next?"

"Wait." J put the biscuits in his mouth, "According to my experience, poor sleep will affect the efficiency of work."

"That's how you handled the case before? I'd better go around a few times." Fan Mang shook his head and continued to drive, but he kept paying attention to the alien radar.

But he drove for two laps, but he didn't see a red dot. Could it be that they made a mistake?

"Stop, stop, there's a pub there, let's go have a drink." Finally, he saw a place where he could take a break. J didn't want to stay in the car all night.

Originally, Fan Mang had no interest in this kind of tavern, but when he reached the entrance of the tavern, he twitched his nose abruptly.

The super sense of smell has made a contribution. This smell is the same as that of the dead alien!

"Oh~ Welcome to Moonlight Tavern, how about a big glass of malt beer?" The bartender greeted Fan Mang and the others warmly when he saw them coming in.

Fan Mang's nose twitched twice. Not only did he smell the alien's body, but there was also the smell of sweat, wine and some other smells in the tavern.

J also sniffed like Fan Mang: "Boss, you still have grilled sausages here, right? Give us two."

"Hahaha, your nose is really good, but it was ordered by a friend, I can't sell it to you." The bartender brought two glasses of beer with a malt aroma, "There are also potato chips, maybe you also Try the cream popcorn."

"boss."

"Old John, my friends call me Old John."

"Old John, the friend who ordered grilled sausages, does he like to ride motorcycles? He's probably this tall, with fair skin, and weighs about one hundred and thirty pounds."

"You know Sam? He's a great motorcycle racer. But don't look at how thin he is, he's full of muscles, he's at least 160 pounds!" Old John said with a smile.

Hearing Fan Mang's description, J immediately understood who Fan Mang was talking about. Although he didn't know why Fan Mang asked Old John, he figured it out all at once, but it was time for him to cooperate.

"Sure enough, it's Sam. He rides a motorcycle really well. But he made an appointment with us to meet here and participate in a race. Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I don't know about that. He usually comes before twelve o'clock, and it's already three in the morning. You know that going to bed too late will affect your work the next day. If you are confused, his cruel boss will Fire him."

"Who does Sam work for~www.novelmt.com~Where does he live? Uh~ I mean we both want to visit him and talk about the game by the way."

"I don't know about that. Sam never talks to me about work. You just said you invited Sam to participate in the competition. What is the place?"

"New York, a small competition, if you win, the prize money will be quite large." J said casually.

Old John's face changed instantly: "You are not Sam's friends. Say, why are you looking for Sam?"

"Hey, old John, we are really Sam's friends. I said, let's go to the game with him." J didn't understand, what was wrong with him.

"Sam said he would never go to New York. Something sad happened there, so you're lying!" Old John said, and then bent over to get the shotgun that was under the counter.

Fan Mang put on his sunglasses, and J also put them on immediately.

A strong light flashed, and Old John's eyes became dull.

"Old John, we are Sam's friends. He is in trouble. You ask us to help. You also want me to eat grilled sausages." J quickly instilled new memories into Old John.

Old John's eyes regained clarity: "You guys are here, Sam needs your help. He lives in Mossey, you can find out when you go. I'll treat you to this grilled sausage."

"Really, thank you, you are really Sam's good friend."

J took a sip of beer, put a fork on the sausage, and walked out of the tavern with Fan Mang. Mossey, not too far from here.

Old John looked at the shotgun on his counter, why would I take it out? And why should I help Sam find someone to help? What the **** is going on with Sam, why can't I remember?

Thanks to Xiaotian Changshen and Yuelaihuang QAQ for the reward, thank you. Do you have any recommended tickets?