The Death Knell

K initially helped fire a few shots in an attempt to cover Agent Su's movements, but after ten seconds, he gave up on this action and turned to the sidelines.

Because it can't help at all, and it may even accidentally injure teammates.

This mysterious Agent Su was so strong, so strong and so fast that he almost didn't look like a human being. He could do tricks with just the half of the wine bottle, and his stabbing movements were almost non-trivial.

He pokes his eyes, ears, belly, and mouth. His moves are like an antelope hanging its horns. It's hard to guard against it.

Although he doesn’t know much about martial arts, K still has a good vision despite his age. Fighting skills are simply hand-to-hand combat routines. They are mainly divided into exerting force and unloading force. There are several fighting skills that are very useful for you. The agents sent by China to communicate should also be.

But such a young person has demonstrated more than a dozen techniques for fighting aliens in a short period of time, which is simply incredible.

Of course, although he and J were surprised, they had no intention of delving into the deeper secrets. After all, the headquarters had already checked. The two agents were both humans from Earth. There was nothing to say. They had to believe in science and they were all teammates.

The aliens on the opposite side seemed to have seen a ghost at this time. Even when Deathstroke killed more than 20 people, they had already begun to flee.

Even so, the white-clothed agent still had no intention of letting them escape, as if he was the one with the weapon and the other party was holding a fire stick.

He shuttled like a ghost under the colorful lights of the nightclub, catching up with the bad guys one after another and killing them all neatly.

Even if the other party fired at him like he was crazy, the white clothes danced between the beams, and not a single attack fell on him.

Thirty seconds later, the nightclub was cleared, leaving only corpses and green blood stains on the ground.

Su Ming was holding an acquaintance of K's in his hand. This alien named Minik looked like a mole, and his small eyes seemed to have lost focus.

"Like disco? You have good taste. I wonder if I'll skin you and dig out your meat. Will your meat pieces dance happily after being put into the frying pan?"

With the voice of non-standard English, the wine bottle stained with brains and internal organs was also pressed against the alien's face. The sharp edge scratched the skin, and some blood flowed into its eyes. It was indescribable. The sense of terror flowed out silently from the human body in front of him.

It was as if this was not a person, but fear and darkness itself.

Every cell in the body told it that this human being was not joking, but would actually do this.

"Monster...you're a monster...hehehe."

The Mole Man was trembling violently and peed all over, and then let out a weird laugh. He couldn't control himself. He didn't know why, but it seemed that only laughter could resist the darkness.

However, under the lights of the nightclub, the human did not disappear like a shadow. He just moved him farther away in disgust and whispered:

"That's it? I thought that the charlatan who runs a nightclub must be a tycoon, but in the end he's not even as good as the Penguin..."

"Agent Su, please hand him over to me." K came over. He was obviously a little surprised, and his expression was not as calm as before: "Thank you for your help, but strictly speaking, you don't have the power to enforce the law. .”

"Hey, man, no, Master Su, don't care what the old man says, you saved our lives, I'll take care of the paperwork." J then trotted, jumping over the huge corpses of insects like a goat. , rushed over and gave Su Ming a hug: "Please teach me Chinese Kung Fu! Are you injured? Wait... Wow!"

After the hug, he pulled away again and circled around the Tianchao agent twice, looking up and down and groping with his hands. Only then was he surprised to discover another surprising thing.

Not to mention being injured, Agent Su didn't even have a trace of blood on his clothes.

He was still neat and polite, with a warm smile, but the alien in his hand was a bit irritated.

The corners of Su Ming's mouth twitched, and after throwing away the broken wine bottle, he slapped J's black hand away: "Sorry, I don't like men."

"I don't like it either! I'm just a little too surprised." J touched the back of his sore hand, put it in front of his mouth and blew air: "I just want you to teach me kung fu. How can I be as strong as you? "

"No, I'm just an ordinary person. As long as you get proper training, you can do it in the future." Su Ming smiled and handed the mole to K, walked aside, picked up a bottle of wine and washed his hands: "I did it with MIB Deal, several commonly used martial arts training methods will be handed over to you soon. Then you have to help me publicize them. They are all real skills, and it depends on your own understanding."

Yes, anyway, K and J both saw that they were killing everyone. If the kung fu that Su Ming gave to MIB failed to produce results, it would not be his responsibility. He could only blame the people in black for not living up to expectations.

Looking at J's yearning eyes again, it was no wonder that he had slowed down the battle so that the two men in black could clearly see the decomposition of the insect killer in slow motion.

Otherwise, Su Ming wouldn't have wasted this time at all. He could have done it faster, and could even easily crush the alien on the spot or throw it into the sun. But that would be too exaggerated. The ability shown must be within a level that the man in black can understand.

"Really? That's great!" J jumped up and punched in the air, as if he had seen the day when he became stronger. However, the pair of white eyes in the darkness rolled, and he came closer again: "Can you reveal it in advance? How can you learn kung fu quickly if you only have one point?"

"There's really nothing I can do about you. Well, who are we to call us friends?" Su Ming smiled and shook his head, looked at his black teammates, beckoned for him to come over, touched his flat hair and whispered, "The secret is Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats every day, plus 10 kilometers of long-distance running, every day.”

"Yes!" The little black man clenched his fist.

K did not participate in the conversation about learning kung fu. He threw Mole on the table next to the dance floor and put a gun to his head: "Minick, now I have to ask you a few questions, otherwise I will make your life worse than death. "

"Ghosts, monsters, darkness, hehe..."

However, the alien mole just giggled, rolled around on the table with its legs in the air, and uttered unexplained gibbering.

K, who was still thinking about the serial murder case, didn't waste any time. He moved the muzzle of the gun downward and pulled the trigger. The blue light broke one of its legs.

This guy's race can regenerate limbs as long as they don't get shot in the head, but it will be very painful.

"Again, I have a question for you."

But the alien didn't seem to feel the pain. It was still laughing strangely and drooling: "No dancing, bottle, no, hehe..."

"Minick?" K frowned and shot again, breaking the other's arm.

"Darkness, darkness, wuwuwu..." The mole suddenly started crying again. It didn't even dare to breathe and suffocated itself.

The big-nosed agent silently put away his gun, took out the handcuffs and cuffed the mole's remaining arm to his neck.

After all, he is not an executioner. This guy is already crazy. There is no need to kill a criminal who does not pose a threat. Someone will handle it when he is brought back.

He walked towards the other three teammates, looked at the young faces, and sighed deeply: "The clue is broken, people are scared crazy. Agent Su, what on earth did you do to him?"

However, the man in white just spread his palms and said with an innocent expression: "He is timid and has nothing to do with me, but I don't agree with your statement that the clue is broken."