Frank sat on a sofa, in front of him an alien with a dog-headed and human body.

"Tell me, when did the earth come, how did it come, and what did it do after it came."

"I have been on Earth for about three years. I have been hiding in Oliver's spaceship cargo warehouse. I have been hiding here. I have never hurt the people on Earth, really."

The dog-killer saw Frank very friendly, and everyone's faces looked very similar.

"Oliver, that smuggler selling alien weapons? Do you know where his spacecraft is parked?" Frank just recalled and knew who Oliver was mentioned by the lord.

He became a non-staff agent of Mib. He usually doesn't need Mib to work, and he has a salary, and he is no longer afraid of being bullied on earth.

Look, Mib has given him a secretary now, how cool it is.

Behind Frank, a bug was holding a pen and quickly recording. When the Zerg King came, how could the four brothers be demoted if they didn't plan to run away? He had been busy all night and had no time to rest.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Frank was furious: "I'm asking, who asked you to come in...f, you are here, sit down."

Halfway through his words, after seeing the person coming, Frank immediately jumped off the sofa.

"I heard you have officially joined Mib? Congratulations. But you were busy all night yesterday, right? Leave the rest to me." Fan Mang sat on the sofa, looked at the dogboy opposite, then looked at Frank again, and looked at the dogboy again.

"I have nothing to do with him!" Frank yelled.

"I know, I just think some parts of you look a little like each other." Fan Mang shrugged, especially the dog's head.

"You look very similar to J." Frank curled his lips and walked out. When he first came to Earth, he found that most of the humans on Earth looked the same. It took him a long time to tell the difference.

Fan Mang looked down at Chong Chong: "What number are you? No. 3? If you are tired, you can rest for a while. By the way, last time you cooperated with Selena's affairs, J and I have already written on the report."

The four brothers of Zhukong are still very interesting. They usually do odd jobs at Mib headquarters, and the four little guys are the pistachios at the headquarters. They have a high IQ, but their combat power is extremely low, so they are not as good as Frank.

But they have a specialty, that is, their body will not die even if it breaks into several sections, and can be re-adhesive and recovered. Vivier said that the tissue used their genes to develop a kind of injury medicine that can quickly help the trauma recovery without leaving scars.

In fact, judging from the technology that Mib masters at this time, if Mib sells some technologies to the world of ordinary people, it will definitely become the most profitable company in the world.

But Mib still chose not to make it public because they were not short of money. Just like the jewelry store of the Akiron royal family, it has now become one of Mib's industries.

There are many industries on the earth, all of which are mib. Although there are not many members of the mib organization, they are rich enough to rival a country. Moreover, many medicines and materials for making are too scarce.

No. 3 of the Chongchong kissed Fan Mang in the face and jumped away. He wanted to find the other three brothers to play football together, or he could sit down and have a cup of coffee and chat.

"Name, origin..."

While Fan Mang was recording the alien, he drove to Wuyuan Restaurant again.

However, his face was not very good-looking. Who knew that such an earthling's simulated skin was so expensive. His monthly salary was gone, and it was still the internal price.

I would have paid Wu Yuan if I had known it, but that alien fish tasted really good.

The organization and production of this skin is so realistic. When it comes to a model, it looks like a real person, and even the expression on the face can change.

If you are a woman with a skin, will it look like a real person?

He suddenly felt that the internal price was not right. Since he joined Mib, even if it was an alien, the organization should provide free disguise of the Earthlings. Why do you still charge a fee?

He also thought of the colleague who helped him make the skin, and his eyes seemed a little strange. Many people in the organization were single, and they were single for many years, so their physiological needs... they couldn't think about it carefully.

"Make me a soup bun and a piece of wood beard meat. Look, this is what your boss wants." J handed a box to the waiter at Wuyuan Restaurant.

It's okay for him to have such expensive things, is it okay for him to have a free meal of normal food?

After a while, Wu Yuan, who looked like an earthling, walked out with food, and looked a little older than when he met yesterday.

"j, thank you. Welcome to come to my place to eat often in the future. Actually, I will do it too." Wu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that F was not there. He always felt that F could see through all the alien ingredients he hid in the kitchen.

"Wu, we Mib are doing alien inventory plans during this period. Do you know this? Do you have anything to tell me?" J took a bite of the whisker meat and he liked this dish.

Wu Yuan's face changed: "j, everyone in our store has registered and paid taxes as required, which can definitely withstand the check, and yesterday."

"What was yesterday?" J looked at Wu Yuan and continued to lower his head and eat the soup dumplings. He took a careful bite and slowly sucked the soup. When he ate it for the first time, he almost burned his tongue.

"j, I know that an alien spacecraft will dock in New Jersey in two days, and I should have never reported it to Mib." Wu Yuan gritted his teeth and said something about information. He understood that if he didn't explain some practical information, J would not leave, and his restaurant would not be able to withstand investigation at all.

“What about the specific time and place?”

Ten minutes later, J took a sip of hot tea and stood up very satisfied: "I remember to notify me of this kind of news next time."

An alien spacecraft smuggled into the country is a big fish. What can be done by those who help register at the headquarters? When he was a policeman, he knew that he had to find all major cases by himself.

"j, don't let others know that I said it, please." Wu Yuan clasped his hands together and swung back and forth.

If it is spread, not only will he not be able to gain a foothold on Earth, but he may be chased when he goes to aliens. He likes the stable days now and doesn't want to continue escaping.

"I still want to eat the dishes you cook in the future. Relax. No one will know that it was you who said it. This was something I discovered by accident."

J goes out and get in the car, and goes to New Jersey the day after tomorrow, you have to tell Boss Z, is it that there is still some final work in the last alien incident, or is it that he accidentally heard a news during this alien investigation?

While driving, j took out his cell phone and dialed the number: "Hey, f, don't worry about the small matters of alien registration. I have a big case here that needs your cooperation. I will take you to make contributions this time!"
Chapter completed!