Roar—!
As the dust settled, the Bug Warrior stood up again. Although its shell was too thick to see, it was clear it was glowing red.
"Mike, co on! Kill that son of a bitch alien bug—!"
Seeing Mike and the Bug Warrior facing off again, Agent J, guided by the atmosphere, frantically cheered Mike on.
Then, inadvertently, he crushed a small cockroach.
If you're wondering how there were small cockroaches here, it all goes back to the alien Bug Warrior; its whole body was like a source of pollution, and no matter where it went, many cockroaches would unknowingly gather around it.
Just as Agent J himself didn't notice he had stepped on a small cockroach, the faint bursting sound of the small cockroach before its death seed to strike the Bug Warrior's nerves.
So, at the critical mont of confronting Mike, it turned its head and glared at Agent J beside it.
"What are you looking at for?" Agent J was confused by the Bug Warrior's actions, and then he belatedly mocked, "It can't be because I stepped on your relative, right!"
Saying that, he deliberately poked the flattened corpse of the small cockroach under his foot again.
Realizing that the Bug Warrior cared deeply about the death of the small cockroach, Agent J's face showed a wicked smile.
Then, after raising an eyebrow at Mike, he went on to find and step on a few more cockroaches on his own.
As he stepped, he teased, "This one isn't your great-aunt's seventh uncle's grandmother, is it? She died so pitifully. And this one? It's not your son's elentary school teacher, is it! Haha—"
It must be said that Agent J's mind was very flexible; he wanted to distract the Bug Warrior to create an opportunity for Mike to launch a sneak attack.
And his earlier eyebrow raise to Mike was a secret signal to him.
However, the thod Agent J ca up with on the fly didn't seem to work very well.
The Bug Warrior was only slightly distracted by him before it refocused its gaze on Mike in front of it.
As the strongest warrior on the Insect Race howorld, this large cockroach had extrely keen danger perception.
It was very certain that the only one on the scene who could pose a life threat to it was the person in front of it.
On the other side, Agent J, seeing that his carefully thought-out plan wasn't working, quickly sought help from Agent K, asking him to join him in stepping on cockroaches.
To intensify the ntal attack on the Bug Warrior!
However, the latter just shook his head dismissively, indicating his refusal of such a childish invitation.
At this mont, Needy, the cold-faced woman standing alone nearby, seeing the Bug Warrior land on the ground, had already gripped her alloy twin blades, wanting to go forward and fight alongside Mike.
Mike caught a glimpse of the cold-faced woman's movents out of the corner of his eye. Since her combat power couldn't even break the big cockroach's defense, he waved his hand, signaling her not to co over.
"Roar... Roar... Roar..."
At the sa ti, the Bug Warrior, realizing it couldn't defeat this human, chose to negotiate.
Who said bugs don't have brains? It even knew that if brute force didn't work, it could use a "soft approach."
At this point, the big cockroach's general aning was: let Mike let it leave, and it would guarantee never to cause trouble on the blue planet again.
"Is that so?" Mike, who had [Alien Language Proficiency], understood its aning and then said, "You first hand over the Arquilian Galaxy and bind your tentacles, and I can consider sparing your life."
"Roar... Roar... Roar..."
Big Cockroach: The Arquilian Galaxy is related to the grievances between the Insect Race howorld and the Arquillian planet, I cannot give it to you.
"What are they doing?" Agent J, not far away, watched the movents of the man and the bug, asking in confusion.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the alien big cockroach's aura wasn't as strong as before.
"They should be negotiating, I don't really understand insect language either," the experienced Agent K explained.
Just as the two agents were speaking, the negotiation there had already ended.
The big cockroach's demand was: it wanted to leave with the Arquilian Galaxy, but Mike disagreed.
Negotiations failed!
"You're just a bug, why are you trying to use your brain like others?" Mike mocked, "Co on, let show you the righteous iron fist of a blue planet human—"
What's the point of saying so much? In the end, it still cos down to a real fight.
Mike turned his fists into tal form, striking them together with a clear "thud, thud" sound.
Roar—
The big cockroach also knew it wasn't good at using its brain, so after a roar, its tentacles stabbed towards Mike, choosing to go all out.
Then, its tentacles were broken one by one by the iron fists amidst screams, with green fluid constantly oozing out.
"I told you not to brush your teeth, your mouth stinks so much! I told you not to shout impolitely..."
Mike stood in front of the Bug Warrior, which had no tentacles and whose threat level had plumted by ninety percent. With every word he spoke, his iron fists struck its abdon.
Not to ntion, this big cockroach's shell was quite thick; it was a qualified sandbag.
"This isn't quite what I imagined!"
The talkative Agent J looked at the extrely "cruel" scene not far away, silently mourning for the alien big cockroach for three seconds.
Why did you co to the blue planet to seek abuse, you idiot—
Although the Bug Warrior's strength, durability, and nerve response were all quite good, it was still not enough when Mike got serious.
Its massive size made it lack so flexibility, and its tentacles, which served as weapons, were also more than a match for the iron fists.
[Tenacious Vitality] * Light Orb 1
Mike, who was vigorously throwing punches, unexpectedly obtained a very nice colored light orb from the Bug Warrior.
The 'undying little strong' wasn't just for show; this big cockroach's ability to stand out on the Insect Race planet and beco the strongest warrior must have been related to [Tenacious Vitality].
And Mike, having obtained the new light orb, felt even more powerful when throwing punches.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Under continuous heavy punches, the Bug Warrior finally paused in place, its mouth wide open, looking very uncomfortable.
Feeling that sothing was wrong, Mike quickly pulled back.
"Oh wow— Splish, splash..."
Accompanied by gastric acid and blood, the Bug Warrior beca a "spray warrior," vomiting all over the ground.
"Let's go, let's see if our weapon and the Arquilian Galaxy have been vomited out by the Bug Warrior—"
Unlike Mike, who retreated, covering his nose, Agent K's eyes lit up, and he pulled his partner towards the vomit zone.
On the other side, after a bout of vomiting, the Bug Warrior lay on the ground, looking incredibly weak.
Agent K, who ca closer, disregarded the sli and excitedly retrieved his lost plasma cannon from it.
Next to him, Agent J, who had been brought along, felt disgusted, but his luck seed even better; he not only found his weapon but also fortunately discovered the Arquilian Galaxy.
At this point, the mission of Agents J and K to retrieve the Arquilian Galaxy was a complete success.
Just as the two agents relaxed, the Bug Warrior, which had been slumped behind them, stood up again as if in a final burst of energy.
Roar—!
However, the Bug Warrior, with little strength left, could no longer harm anyone; it rely let out a massive, unwilling roar.
"What is it saying?" Agent J, startled by the big cockroach's movent, asked unhappily.
"It says that the blue planet has ruined their Insect Race howorld's plan and that we should wait for the Insect Race howorld's retaliation," Mike, standing far away, translated for the two agents.
"This big bug is threatening us?" Agent J asked in disbelief.
Mike didn't speak again, just nodded silently.
The powerful reproductive rate of the Insect Race ant that the resources on their howorld were simply not enough for them, so invading and plundering resources from other planets was the inevitable trend for the Insect Race howorld's developnt.
The Insect Race, having grown up in such an environnt, were naturally a warlike race, and it was not an exaggeration to call them a scourge of the Arquilian Galaxy.
The blue planet might not fear an invasion from the Insect Race howorld, but being targeted by such a race was certainly not a good thing.
"I say, if we eliminate this big bug here, will its ssage not be able to reach its howorld?" Agent J suddenly thought.
Mike silently gave a thumbs-up, while Agent K directly raised the plasma cannon in his hand.
Clearly, the old agent finally agreed with his rookie partner's idea for once.
Then, amidst the dying wails of the Bug Warrior, two giant plasma laser beams blasted it into smithereens.
Agent K even cautiously fired two more shots.
Even if the Bug Warrior had tenacious vitality, it was impossible for it to co back to life after being reduced to ashes.
The matter finally ca to a successful conclusion, and Agent K seed to have shed a heavy burden, a smile appearing on his face for the first ti.
"The cleanup here is up to you. I urgently need to find a place to take a shower now," Mike said his farewells under the setting sun, having completed his support mission.
The operation wasn't difficult for him, it was just the strange sll clinging to him that made him very uncomfortable.
On the other side, Agent J actually had many questions he wanted to ask Mike, but seeing him eager to leave, he ultimately held back.
...
"Drive straight to Tina's house—"
Mike, sitting in the "supercar," gave a direct command to the cold-faced driver in front, amidst the girl's action of covering her nose.
"In a bit, we'll take a couples' bath..." As the car sped, Mike smiled and placed his hand on Tina's leg.
Don't misunderstand, going to the girl's house wasn't because Mike only had lewd thoughts in his head.
It was because Tina had also been quite frightened today, and as a man, Mike naturally had to go and comfort her properly.
...
In front of the Twin Towers, at this mont, besides Agents J and K, Laurel, the female forensic doctor who realized there was no longer any danger, had also returned.
"J, you know what? Your performance on this mission has sowhat surprised . You're growing fast, and I believe you'll eventually beco an excellent agent..." Agent K rambled on, it was rare to hear him talk so much.
At the sa ti, this was also the first ti he formally addressed his partner by his code na.
'The veteran finally praised !'
Just as Agent J was feeling smug, he saw Agent K smoothly pull out a mory eraser from his pocket.
"No, no, no—! Spare Laurel, she's already been neuralyzed twice. God knows if being flashed too much will turn her into an idiot..." Agent J, thinking his partner was going to erase the female forensic doctor's mory, quickly interjected to stop him.
Of course, his excuse was clumsy.
The real reason was that Agent J had finally regained the female forensic doctor Laurel's "favor," referring to the previous heroic act of saving her from a tree branch.
Now, to tell him that the female forensic doctor would forget him again afterward, Agent J would certainly be unwilling.
"Calm down, J." Agent K's expression returned to seriousness, and he said, "Do you know, what I was looking for before was not a partner, but I was cultivating a successor..."
Agent K was old; having been a MIB for decades, he had deep feelings for the job.
So, before he left, he wanted to leave a "legacy" in the organization, as an embodint of his will. And the person he chose was none other than Agent J, Jas.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Agent J gradually realized that sothing was wrong.
Having grown up as an orphan, he had felt a long-lost "warmth" from Agent K during this ti, the kind of feeling an elder has for a junior.
Although the other party always found fault with him, "family" might just be like that.
Yes, Agent J actually regarded Agent K as an elder in his heart.
Now, this "elder's" tone sounded as if he was going to "abandon" him.
"I've worked for the MIB for over forty years, handling no less than a hundred major crises. Those weren't pleasant experiences..."
Agent K's eyes held lancholy and reminiscence, then he adjusted the mory eraser and handed it to Agent J: "Now I'm old and tired, it's ti to retire. Let those mories stay in history."
The pressure of carrying such a heavy burden was not as light as imagined.
For Agent K, who was feeling inadequate and planning to retire, those heavy mories had beco a burden. So he wanted to travel light and start a brand new life.
"What do you want to do after you retire?" Agent J, who had guessed the outco, had tears welling up in his eyes, then slowly raised the mory eraser in his hand.
Yes, how many forty years can an ordinary person have? Agent K really deserved to rest and enjoy his life.
"Perhaps I can find a small country and beco a middle school teacher there, teaching English to the children..." Agent K thought of a suitable path for himself.
After all, for over forty years, he had only been good at fighting aliens, so he didn't have many ways to make a living.
Finally, Agent K bid farewell: "Goodbye, J. Perhaps we will never see each other again—"
"No, I will always rember you, and we will et again one day." Agent J put on his black sunglasses and pressed the mory eraser: "You will have a happy family and a leisurely old age..."
A red light flashed, and Agent K's expression beca blank, as if he rembered nothing.
At this mont, the legendary Agent K of the MIB disappeared, leaving only the retired old man Kay.
"Was I like this after being brainwashed before?" Just as Agent J was feeling sentintal, he was suddenly startled by the voice of the female forensic doctor Laurel beside him.
The female forensic doctor seed to have guessed the function of the mory eraser in advance, so she cleverly turned her back and covered her eyes earlier.
Fortunately, she wasn't brainwashed a third ti.
"Probably!" Agent J looked at the dazed Kay in front of him again, feeling a bit strange.
He curiously reached out and patted the other person's shoulder. He had originally wanted to pinch Agent K's ear, but after thinking about it, he gave up on that ridiculous idea.
"Hey, Agent K, do you still rember ?" J asked tentatively.
"You've got the wrong person, I'm not so Agent K. And who are you?" Kay slapped away Agent J's impolite hand from his shoulder, his expression completely unfamiliar, like an ordinary old man.
"Sorry, I thought we knew each other." After satisfying his curiosity, J didn't linger.
Perhaps this was the best outco.
"Crazy fool." Kay turned and left; he vaguely rembered that there was sothing very important he still needed to do in the back of his mind.
...
"Now can you explain to what exactly is going on?" After seeing the old man leave, the female forensic doctor Laurel asked the key question.
"Perhaps... I an, do you have any plans to change jobs? How does 'MIB' sound to you...?"
With his old partner gone, Agent J, whose gaze now fell on the female forensic doctor, realized that he might need a new partner.
Laurel wasn't bad!
She seed smart enough, and her courage was also quite good; most importantly, she was... very beautiful—
As the saying goes: when n and won work together, it's not tiring.
Therefore, while Mike was enjoying a comfortable double bath, Agent J was also "struggling" for his beautiful future life!
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