At the Black Super Special Police Headquarters, Will followed K and walked toward the information room.
K's expression looked very serious today. He walked in front with long strides and said without looking back: "Last night, we discovered an alien spacecraft without a license plate and permission to smuggle into the earth.
Go up. I suspect that the owner of this alien spacecraft is the pioneer officer mentioned by the drunkard. He did not come to earth for a vacation."
"Then what?" Will asked carelessly as he was just a novice and didn't know the seriousness of this.
K paused slightly and sighed: "This means that our intelligence is lagging behind. The enemy has already arrived, but we don't know why he came, what his purpose and goal are. What's worse is that we don't even know what he looks like.
You know, let alone the location where the spacecraft landed. In this situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are clear, it is not easy to find him. We are very busy today."
"The enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear. We are blind. This is not a good thing." Will nodded understandingly. He was once an elite policeman, so of course he knew the importance of intelligence.
According to reliable records, the vast majority of cases solved by the New York police are based on reports from the public and then capture the criminals.
The lack of intelligence means that the police's crime detection rate will drop significantly, and they will be so busy that they forget what they are doing and don't know what they are busy with.
"It's good to know. Now I'll register you for employment, and then we'll go out and look for clues."
K stood in front of the door of the data room. After thinking for a while, he added: "That person named Wang Xu, you'd better be careful."
"What, Brother Wang?" Will was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable.
K nodded slightly, changed to a low tone, and replied: "The man named Wang Xu is like jumping out of a stone. Until now, we have not found out which planet he came from and came here.
What is his purpose and where is his spaceship hidden? Moreover, he seems to know a lot of things. We cannot assess whether he is an enemy or a friend, at least for now."
"Brother Wang is an alien?" Will didn't think K was lying to him, but it was just hard for him to accept.
K pushed open the door of the data room, waved his hand for Will to follow, and said: "He must be an alien, just like the Sattar planet, his appearance is similar to that of humans, but he comes from tens of thousands of light years away.
Of course, you just have to be careful, he hasn't shown much aggression at the moment, he's just a little more mysterious."
"Okay, I'll remember it." Will wanted to say that Wang Xu seemed quite friendly, but he swallowed his words again.
After all, he is just a new recruit and doesn't know much about black special police and aliens. Talking less and watching more is the way to go.
K was very satisfied with Will's performance and took him to a computer and explained: "Becoming a black super policeman means you have to say goodbye to the past. From now on, you can only wear the clothes we gave you.
Wear the watch we gave you, use the identity we gave you. Everything in the past will be separated from you. We will erase all your files, your birth certificate, your credit card information, and everything that proves your existence.
s things.
You will fight to protect the earth as an unknown person, without flowers or applause, only silently paying. From today on, you will be separated from the system and will be above the system until you die in obscurity or have your memory erased.
"
Will didn't speak, just looked at the computer screen and listened to K's explanation.
On the computer screen was a photo of Will, as an elite police officer, receiving an interview with the mayor of New York together with other elite police officers.
With a click of the mouse, Will, who was standing sixth among the ten police officers, disappeared, and the number of ten police officers became nine.
Even the mayor's official website states that in June 1997, the mayor met with ten elite police officers to discuss how to crack down on criminals and manage public security in New York. In June 1997, the mayor met with nine
An elite police officer.
The whole process was cruel and shocking. Will looked at the screen quietly, watching everything about himself being deleted, as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed his heart, making him feel breathless.
This process is still going on. Police school graduation photos, middle school baseball team photos, elementary school graduation photos, friend circles, kindergarten dental records, all existing evidence are being deleted.
It wasn't until he looked at his birth file, being devoured by the delete button, that tears welled up in Will's eyes.
"Your name is Agent J, a trainee agent of the Black Super Special Police. Will no longer exists!" K hit the Enter key hard, and a file about J was regenerated, with a picture of Will's expressionless face on it.
Will wiped the corners of his eyes. From today on, there will be no Will, only Black Super SWAT J.
half an hour later
Black leather shoes, black suit, black sunglasses, black communication watch, plus the appearance of a black man, J already has a completely new look.
Following K to the parking lot, he got into the old Lincoln sedan. Just like J once upon a time, he became an inconspicuous cog in the violent machine of the black SWAT team.
"Rookie, this is your weapon, the cricket gun!" K sat in the driver's seat and took out something smaller than a lady's pistol, which looked like a small toy water gun.
J took it with a look of disgust, looked at the silver-white cricket gun up and down, and said in surprise: "Are our weapons so compact? By the way, give me the weapon, what do you use it for?"
"I can just use it casually." K's finger touched the button on the car, and an energy gun with a length of 1.4 meters and a caliber larger than a fist was sent out from the rear driver's seat.
J looked at this explosive large-caliber energy gun, and then at the pocket version of the cricket gun, with an expression like a dead mother, and muttered: "I want that gun too!"
"Just think about it, you can only think about it, because agents of different levels have strict requirements for the use of weapons. As the lowest-level trainee agent, the cricket gun is very suitable for you. As for the large-caliber anti-matter energy in my hand
The gun, this is something only ace agents can use. When adjusted to the maximum power, one shot is enough to destroy a spaceship larger than New York City. It is too dangerous to have it in your hands."
What K said is true, but these truths are too sad for J. He hates the evil hierarchy.
It's a pity that J's thoughts are not important. Even if K trains him as his successor, he will not be able to achieve success in one step.
After all, a true new member of the black special police force needs to climb step by step for more than ten years before he can obtain the title of letter.
Will got the code name J as soon as he joined, which has caused dissatisfaction among many senior members within the Black Super Special Police.
These elders did not express their opposition in public just because of K's face, but it did not mean that no one discussed it behind the scenes.
In fact, many elders did not support K's decision, including Director Child, and many people were waiting to see J's joke.
If J slaps you in the nose and asks you to use the weapons of the Ace Agent, those old guys will definitely jump in anger. It will not be as simple as just watching a joke.
"K, where should we go to get information and find an informant?"
Sitting in the Lincoln car, J looked at the decorations in the car and was particularly interested in a red button.
K glanced at his partner and said: "Those informants are not reliable. We need to find clues ourselves this time. In addition, keep your hands away from the red button. This button is a super acceleration device. When activated, it will
A car travels faster than an airplane."
"Really, can you give it a try?"
"cannot"
"Oh, you're too late, I've already pressed it!"
click
The next second, the Lincoln car began to deform, the trunk compartment was slightly tilted, and two jet nozzles as big as plates extended out.
call!!!
Blue flames erupted from the nozzle, and the speed of the car suddenly surged to 800 kilometers per hour. The Lincoln car turned into a black arrow and disappeared into the streets of New York.
According to a group of speedsters, they were racing on the street at the time, and before they had time to notice anything, they felt something running past.
The speedsters claimed that it was a black plane. No car could go that fast. If it could, it was flying too low.