Infinite Earth Guardian

"I want to report this matter to the headquarters." After K's rope was untied, he rummaged through Roman the Prophet and took out a huge big brother from his pocket.

"No." Fan Mang stopped K, "I am a person from the future. If I have too much contact with people from this time and space, it will affect the future, so it can only be solved by the two of us."

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

"Use this." Fan Mang took out a memory eraser, "This is a memory eraser, much stronger than the one with the battery on your waist. As long as I clear your memory before leaving, you won't be able to. Remember, it won't change the future."

"You will continue to recruit me and J to join the organization in a few decades. By the way, who is the person in charge now, 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 sacrifice during the mission. I don't remember. Anyway, before the J I knew, several people used this code name."

"Then didn't he think about changing a lucky code?"

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

K still made the call: "Roman, the prophet of Bavard, is dead. He is in the playground. Send someone to deal with it."

"K, received, how was your day?" O's voice came from the phone.

"It's alright, I still have some things to do. 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 happened to O and I? We are just colleagues. I have a girl I like, but I can't meet." K said, and brought Fan Mang to a car.

"You're driving this car now? It's rare that you haven't scrapped it for more than 30 years." Fan Mang saw K's classic car, but it was a good car at this time.

"You mean I will drive this car all the time in the future?" K thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Did the organization develop any strengthening medicine in the future? Why is your body so strong, like..."

"It's like aliens, right? Don't be embarrassed. The organization has been researching genetic medicines. The person in charge at that time was Professor Kidd. It was successful, but it couldn't be used by everyone, and it would turn into 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 what he does."

Fan Mang wrote it down, this is Professor Kidd's black material. Maybe he should ask more, such as about Z, O or other ace detectives. If anyone objects when he is nominated as ace detective, he will break the news!

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

"I remember it was a bowling alley. You didn't write the detailed information in the report. The matchbox, there is a reminder on the matchbox that the alien prophet doesn't smoke."

K took the matchbox he took out from Prophet Roman. He was sure that when he was looking for the body just now, he was not seen by the self-proclaimed F.

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

Quickly driving to a bowling alley, K suddenly took out the handcuffs from his body and wanted to handcuff Fan Mang, but he was handcuffed by Fan Mang instead.

"K, you never play cards according to common sense, and I have 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, and took out the key to the handcuffs from under the ashtray. He didn't tell anyone about this habit, only his former partner knew about it.

However, the previous partner was injured during the mission a few days ago and chose to quit MIB, otherwise he would not be alone in arresting Boris this time.

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

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

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

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

swoosh~~

An alien pulled out guns in all four arms, but he felt a pain in his head, and his eyes became pitch black. His legs were weak, and he fell to 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 use it as a ball kick? 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.

When he saw Fan Mang walking towards the office, he quickly followed.

Fan Mang sighed, but it was still too late. Perhaps Boris was already here when he and K were still on the road.

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

"O, I have a dead Parastar 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 to the phone, "I think I know where I am."

Driving ~www.novelmt.com~ to DreamWorks. Fan Mang looked around, all the retro atmosphere here made him feel fresh.

"Are you really a future agent? Is there anything strange here? I feel like you're here on a tour."

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

Fan Mang does have a travel mentality. He doesn't think the task is too difficult to complete. In fact, he also tries his best to avoid changes in the future. Some aliens will die when they die, and he doesn't care.

"That's a pity. It's still very interesting here. I only learned after being an agent for three years that all the models are aliens. No wonder they are so good-looking, and no wonder many dresses are so bizarre."

At the door, K said the password, and they entered inside. This is the first time Fan Mang has seen so many alien gatherings except at the headquarters.

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

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

Fan Mang saw a man with white hair in the distance taking pictures of several models. Is that the artistic director of Chanel, who will be called Caesar and Galeries Lafayette in the future?

"Hey, 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 anything, 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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