The Death Knell

"Hey, K, where do you think those two Asians came from?" In the centralized office area below, J sat sideways on his partner's desk and raised his chin toward the office on the top floor: "They can go in, please. It’s been a while, what is the boss saying to them?”

The middle-aged agent was writing a report on the computer, typing slowly as if he didn't hear his partner.

Their work is similar to that of the police. Today they fired a gun and killed an alien, which involved some diplomatic issues, so they also need to write a written report and submit it. Later, the two of them will have to receive psychological counseling.

This is also a normal process. In order to prevent the black-clad agents from killing indiscriminately, it can be said that each firing must be clearly explained, and lethal force can only be used as a last resort.

J was used to the old man's indifference, and he kept talking: "I just asked F, and it said that these two people are men in white from across the ocean, but I have never heard of such an organization. , didn’t you say that there is no deep space gate in China? You have been working for a longer time, have you ever heard of it?”

"I haven't heard of similar rumors, maybe there are, but we don't know." K hit the enter key, saved and uploaded the file, and turned off the virtual projection screen in front of him: "What we should worry about is not that, but these two Someone followed our car and then we came to the headquarters. If the people here are really evil, we will be in big trouble. Let's wait to be suspended and reflect."

"Hey, I don't want to go to the post office to affix stamps, and I don't want to be hit by the memory eraser." J shook his head repeatedly and bit his lower lip with his teeth: "How about we go up and eavesdrop? No, I'll let Agent F go. , it’s more hidden.”

"No need, I guess the director will call us soon." The big-nosed middle-aged man tugged on the collar of his suit, adjusted his tie, and sat there quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the announcement sounded from the radio above his head: "Agent K, Agent J, please report to the top office."

"Let's go."

The middle-aged man stood up, balled up the waste paper on the table and threw it to the alien eating paper, and walked towards the stairs.

The two knocked on the door and were allowed to enter, but found that the atmosphere in the office was very different from what they had imagined.

It can be said that the two parties were having a pleasant conversation. Agent O, who was always serious about his words, and the young man across the desk were chatting and laughing happily. They were almost like old friends, except for holding hands.

"Do you think I have changed today? K, take a closer look."

Agent O, who saw the arrival of the two men, lifted his hair, struck a very coquettish pose, and even raised his face to fully express himself.

"You have become younger, just like you did back then." Big Nose still had a businesslike expression, and pulled his partner to find a chair to sit down: "Are you looking for us because of being followed?"

"No, that's not important. Leading the way for our allies is not a leak. The results of the meeting with the people above have come out. I came to you because of other matters."

Agent O smiled when she was praised. She felt that she had become forty years younger after taking Agent Su's medicine. Her face, which was originally full of wrinkles and spots, seemed to have returned to her student days. Looking in the mirror, she still looked like this. The person's outline hasn't changed, but he's really become more beautiful.

No wonder Su said that 'good medicine tastes bitter'. This medicine is really unpleasant to drink. It tastes more like a mixture of wastewater from a chemical plant flushed with sediment from a century-old toilet...

But it’s worth it to please those who please you.

J, who had huddled up on a chair like a transparent human as soon as he entered the door, was rolling his eyes around. Ever since he went back in time and met young K and O, he knew something was wrong with these two people. Whenever they were together, When we were in the same room, the air seemed to turn pink.

The two have been ambiguous for 44 years. K just said that he was suspended because he was just trying to scare himself. O would not suspend him.

"Just tell me if you have any tasks. J and I are getting ready to have lunch." K sat upright on the chair, still with a serious face and said, "Paperwork takes up too much time."

"Okay, since you haven't eaten yet." O patted his clothes, stood up, and walked to the desk to make introductions: "These two are Agent Su and Agent He from China. They are sent by the Men in White Organization. Those who come to us to exchange and learn, in the next few days, they will act with you to understand and become familiar with our way of doing things."

J, who had been standing by with a melon-eating expression on his face, scratched his head after hearing this:

"Please wait a moment, O, does this mean that we have been assigned the job of nanny? You must also know that our work always intersects with some alien criminals. Is it too dangerous for these two to follow us?"

Because no matter how you look at it, these two international friends look too thin and don't look like they are capable of fighting at all.

"They all have the ability to protect themselves. The arrangement with you is not to learn how to engage in firefights with alien fugitives, but to learn the entire process and organizational structure, so you'd better be serious."

The leader's face turned to the black man, and her smile disappeared quickly, as if it had never been there.

"Don't be so serious, madam." Su Ming stood up on his own initiative, smiled and shook hands with the black-clothed duo: "I think we will get along very well, a man who looks smart, capable, experienced, handsome, strong and personable. Agent, with an African-American apprentice who can tell jokes, and I love it.”

Hearing someone praise K's image so highly, the female officer suddenly smiled again:

"Our MIB agents all have very good law enforcement skills, and K is our trump card. But I believe that you have taken the initiative to follow their team, and you must have known about it in advance, right? I won't say more, you can take advantage of noon Go have something to eat during your break. I still have some work to do here, so I won’t accompany you. Please don’t forget the deal you made.”

"No, when it comes to business, I always keep my word."

Deathstroke nodded to the female supervisor, then looked at the big-nosed agent aside.

"plz follow me."

K was very straightforward in his work. He opened the door and led the man in white out, followed by Agent J who was talking casually.

The little black man's eyes turned into the shape of dead fish. As he walked, he whispered: "I am not the kind of black man who can only do talk shows...I have saved the earth...many times... ...You don’t know."

"hehe."

Hermione shook her head and walked past him, letting out a disdainful laugh, quickly caught up with the professor and took his arm.

Agent J, who was left at the end of the team, his gossip radar was triggered again, and his eyes became sharp. Did the two of them have that kind of relationship?

It turns out that the secretary was traveling with public funds, I understand.