Infinite Earth Guardian

"F, J, just for this matter, you call us here at night?" The logistics colleague looked at the half alien corpse on the road, which could be loaded on F's pickup truck.

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

After his colleague left with the alien corpse, 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 not normal, as if he was deliberately attracting their attention. If this is the case, go in the opposite direction and there may be surprises.

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

"Where is the specific address that Wu Yuan told you, I think we should go there and wait, maybe we can find something." Fan Mang felt that if this alien is really related to the smuggled spaceship, then if you find the spaceship, you can find it. its associates. If it doesn't matter, then after dealing with the matter of the spaceship, there is still time to look for its accomplices.

"The arrival location of the alien spacecraft happens to be in this direction, Burlington County. Wu doesn't 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, and the license plate of the pickup truck was flipped over, the letters and numbers on it were changed, and the MIB logo was hidden. Those aliens could not think that it was a MIB car.

After driving for almost two hours, we arrived in Burlington County. It was already late at night, and it was quiet here.

"Beef patties, fried sausages... Hehe, it's so beautiful." J arched his head twice, and let out a sleepy voice.

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

But he was also a little hungry, and took out biscuits, chocolate and Coke from the system space. When he took his last sip of Coke and burped comfortably, J woke up.

"Did you go get a Coke? And cookies? Where's mine?"

"What's yours?"

"You didn't think about buying me a copy when you ate? We are partners. Didn't you say that Chinese people are very generous to their friends?"

"Oh, when I bought it, I asked you if you would like to eat it. You said you wanted beef patties and fried sausages. Convenience stores don't have those things." Fan Mang saw that J's expression seemed to freeze, and then he picked up the food from the storage box beside him. Take out biscuits and coke from the box.

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

"Wait." J stuffed biscuits into his mouth, "According to my experience, not getting a good night's sleep will affect the efficiency of work."

"Is this 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 around twice, but didn't see a single 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, and 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 door of the tavern, he twitched his nose violently twice.

The super sense of smell has done a good job, this smell is the same as that of the dead alien!

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

Fan Mang's nose twitched twice, not only could he smell the alien, but also the smell of sweat, alcohol and other smells in the tavern.

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

"Hahaha,

Your nose is really good, but it was ordered by a friend, so I can't sell it to you. "The bartender brought two glasses of beer with malt aroma, "Here are potato chips, maybe you can also try buttered popcorn. "

"boss."

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

"Old John, the friend who ordered the grilled sausage, does he like to ride a motorcycle? He is about this tall, with very fair skin, and weighs about 130 pounds."

"You know Sam? He's a great motorcycle racer. But you don't think he's skinny, he's full of muscles, he weighs at least one hundred and sixty pounds!" Old John said with a smile.

Hearing Fan Mang's description, J immediately understood who Fan Mang was referring to. Although he didn't know why Fan Mang inquired with Old John, he figured it out right away, but it was up to him to cooperate.

"Sam, sure enough, he's awesome on a motorcycle. But he's got an appointment with us to meet here for a race, why hasn't he come yet?"

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

"Who does Sam work for and where does he live? Uh~~ I mean we both want to visit him and chat about the game."

"I don't know. Sam never talks to me about work. You just said you invited Sam to a competition. Where?"

"New York, it's a small competition. If you win, there will be a lot of prize money." J said casually.

Old John's face changed instantly: "You are not Sam's friends, so what are you looking for Sam for?"

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

"Sam said he'd never go to New York, there's been something that hurt him so much, so you're lying!" Old John said, stooping to get the shotgun under the counter.

Fan Mang put on the sunglasses, and J put them on right away.

A burst of bright 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 invite me to eat grilled sausage." J quickly instilled new memories in Old John.

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

"Yes, thank you, you are really a good friend of Sam's."

J took a sip of beer, took a fork to stick a sausage, and walked out of the tavern with Fan Mang. Moss County, not too far from here.

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

Thanks to Xiaotian Changtan and Yuelaihuang QAQ for their rewards, thank you. Do you have a recommendation ticket?