American TV series: Start with the little Sheldon's wool

Chapter 570 Beast Restaurant
"If I remember correctly, it should be no more than three years since I retired..." Outside the Beast Restaurant in the Bronx, Agent K looked at the densely packed and fully equipped agents behind him and asked puzzledly: "Is this the style of the Men in Black agents handling cases now?"

It's no wonder that Old K is making a fuss. With the energetic configuration of the agents behind him, it's enough to start a small-scale interstellar war.

This kind of combat power is indeed a bit of a waste to use against an alien restaurant.

"I'm not very clear about how your normal agents handle cases, but this is how our special department handles cases. We take the most cautious attitude to ensure that the danger is completely eliminated." Mike explained.

However, the fact that so many agents can be gathered at one time this time is also related to the return of Agent K.

These agents were the ones who had previously visited Old K at the Men in Black headquarters. After Ms. O received Mike's call for support, she directly sent all of them out.

Because Agent K had just returned and Ms. O also intended to train Mike, the command of the operation to search the alien restaurant fell into Mike's hands.

"I need you to guard all the entrances and exits of Beast Restaurant. When Agent K and I take action later, I don't want any aliens to escape from the restaurant..." Mike assigned tasks to hundreds of Men in Black agents.

The agents who came this time may have wanted to perform well in front of Mike and Old K, the two new and old "legends", so each of them acted very professionally.

After dividing into groups of two, they quickly dispersed around the restaurant.

Further away, there were even more black-clad street sweepers who had blocked the entire street in advance to prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering.

"OK, let's go to the restaurant and see if there is any trace of Boris the Beast." After assigning the tasks, Mike called on Agents K and J to walk towards the alien restaurant.

"Sorry, we don't allow pets here!" Just as Mike and his two companions walked into the restaurant, they were stopped by the receptionist at the door.

It turned out that the alien dog Frank had mixed into Mike and his two companions at some point.

"Come on, man. Have you ever seen a pet that walks on two legs and can talk?" Frank stood up and tried his best to make himself look like an intelligent creature.

But no matter how you look at it, he looks like a bully.

"I can speak many alien languages. No alien can deceive you with me around..." Seeing that the restaurant receptionist was indifferent, the alien dog Frank winked and whispered to Mike and the other two for help.

This time Frank did not lie. He did know a lot about alien galaxies and was an expert in this field.

"I can prove to him that although Frank is an alien dog, he is definitely not a pet." For some reason, Old K, who had the most old-fashioned expression, actually spoke up for Frank.

This almost moved the alien dog to tears.

Let’s talk about the receptionist of the Beast Restaurant. Perhaps because he is an illegal alien immigrant, his human leather suit is not perfect. You can see many octopus-like tentacles extending from the seams of the suit.

After being stared at expressionlessly by Old K for a while, he gave way to the crowd under pressure.

The interior of the Beast Restaurant is as wild as its name, and the environment can only be described as dirty and messy.

There weren't many customers, but judging by the way they ate, the food seemed pretty good.

"What would you like to eat?" the receptionist asked after taking Mike and his friends to a table in the middle and sitting them down.

Perhaps because of the previous incident, his attitude was not very friendly.

At the same time, other receptionists in the restaurant and even the guests who were dining there all gave Mike and his friends an "evil" look when they saw them wearing black suits and whose temperament was incompatible with the style of the Beast Restaurant.

The malice that comes from within cannot be concealed at all.

"Serve me all your special dishes. If you can't satisfy us, we'll smash your store." Agent J naturally saw that there was something wrong with this alien restaurant.

But there are hundreds of agent brothers out there, and there are two legendary agents, Mike and Old K, around him.

Agent J, who had never fought such a rich battle, said that he was now extremely strong.

"Please wait a moment. The specialty of our restaurant is to ensure that every guest who comes here is satisfied." For some unknown reason, the receptionist was not angry at Agent J's arrogance. Instead, he went to the kitchen with a strange smile on his face.

In just a short while, other waiters and guests around were pointing at Mike and his group, with strange smiles on their faces. "They are saying bad things about us, and some people are suggesting eating us soon..." Frank, who knows many alien languages, acted as a translator.

Yes, all the waiters and guests in this Beast restaurant are aliens.

And most of them are illegal alien immigrants.

"Should we just do it or wait and see?" Mike signaled to Frank that he didn't need to translate, then turned to look at Old K who was frowning.

To be honest, this mission was not difficult for Mike.

Therefore, he was more concerned about helping Lao K regain the feeling of being an agent.

"Wait a little longer, I want to see what tricks they are playing." Old K put his hands on his chest and carefully observed his surroundings.

In this strange atmosphere, not long after, the receptionist brought out two plates of special dishes from the kitchen.

"Please try our specialties, 'Not a Dog' and 'Get the Little Daughter.'" The receptionist placed two huge plates on the table.

The first dish looked like a giant lobster from above.

The second dish was a bit more odd, a mix of octopus tentacles and flatfish eyes.

"I guarantee that they are discriminating against dogs. I'm going to report them." Frank expressed strong protest after hearing the name of the first dish.

However, as an alien that looks like a dog, not many people seem to care about its protest.

"Don't get excited, Frank. Although the name of this dish is a bit strange, it should be just a lobster. And it looks very fresh, so it should taste good..." Agent J cared about his dog colleague's feelings, then raised the knife to taste 'not a dog'.

As for why I didn’t try the “Little Daughter”, it was because the second dish looked unappetizing.

"Wait~"

Just when Agent J's knife was about to touch the "lobster", Mike reached out and grabbed his wrist, preventing the knife from falling.

"What's wrong?" Agent J turned around with a confused look on his face. "If you want to taste the first bite, I can give it to you."

After saying that, he was actually ready to hand the knife in his hand to Mike.

"Have you forgotten that we are not here to eat? And there is something wrong with these two dishes, don't you see that at all?" Mike shook his head and did not take the knife.

At this time, Old K, who had been frowning, also turned his attention to the two special dishes on the table after being reminded by Mike.

"This is... a stray star baby..." As if recognizing something, Old K picked up the "lobster" on the plate with his hands.

After turning over, the back of the wandering star baby looks like a lobster, while the front has limbs and facial features.

If you ignore the back, it really looks like a human.

"Ugh..." Thinking about what he was just about to eat, Agent J felt like something was churning in his stomach.

"This is a stray star baby, and this one..." Old K threw the alien cub in his hand into Agent J's arms, then picked up the second plate.

"It's a four-eyed octopus baby." Frank the alien dog gave the answer, and then denounced: "This restaurant is actually an illegal restaurant that specializes in providing alien baby ingredients."

There is a rule in the Black Man Rules: No intelligent creatures are allowed to appear at the table.

It is obvious that these fellow beasts Boris not only smuggled into the earth, but also engaged in illegal business.

(End of this chapter)