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However, the fact that so many agents were able to gather at once is also related to Agent K's return.

These agents were the same ones who had previously paid homage to Old K at the Men in Black headquarters. After receiving Mike's call for help, Ms. O immediately dispatched all of them.

Because Agent K had just returned and Ms. O was also interested in training Mike, the command of this operation to search the alien restaurant fell entirely into Mike's hands.

“I need you to guard all the entrances and exits of ‘Beast Restaurant’. When Agent K and I are on our mission, I don’t want any aliens to escape from the restaurant…” Mike assigned tasks to the hundreds of agents in black.

The agents who came this time probably wanted to make a good impression on Mike and Old K, the two "legends" of the past and present, so they all acted very professionally.

After being divided into pairs, they quickly dispersed around the restaurant.

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

“OK, let’s go check the restaurant too, see if there’s any trace of Boris the Beast.” After assigning the tasks, Mike called to Agent K and Agent J and headed towards the alien restaurant.

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

It turns out that the alien dog Frank had somehow infiltrated Mike and his two companions.

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

However, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit like a dog relying on its master's power.

“I speak many alien languages. With me here, no alien can fool you…” Seeing that the restaurant receptionist was unmoved, the alien dog Frank winked at Mike and the other two while whispering for help.

This time, Frank wasn't lying; he did indeed know a lot about extraterrestrial systems and was an expert in the field.

“I can vouch for it. Frank may be an alien dog, but he’s definitely not a pet.” For some reason, even the most stern-looking Old K spoke up for Frank.

This almost brought tears to the alien dog's eyes.

As for the waiter at the Beast Restaurant, perhaps because he was an illegal alien immigrant, his human skin suit was not perfect. You could see many octopus-like tentacles sticking out from the seams of the suit.

After being glared at by Old K with an expressionless face for a while, he was forced to make way for the crowd under pressure.

The interior of the Beast Restaurant is as wild as its name suggests; the environment can only be described as dirty and chaotic.

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

"What would you like to eat?" the receptionist asked after leading Mike and his group to a table near the center.

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

Meanwhile, the other staff members in the restaurant, and even the diners, all gave Mike and his group of men, dressed in black suits and whose demeanor clashed with the style of the Beast Restaurant, "evil" looks.

That kind of malice, emanating from within, cannot be concealed at all.

"Bring me all your signature dishes. If we're not satisfied, I'll smash this place up." Agent J could tell there was something wrong with this alien restaurant.

However, there are hundreds of agents outside, and legendary agents Mike and K are by his side.

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

"Please wait a moment. Our restaurant's specialty is ensuring every guest is satisfied." For reasons unknown, the receptionist wasn't angry at Agent J's arrogance; instead, she went to the kitchen with a strange smile.

In just a short while, the other waiters and customers around them also started pointing and whispering about Mike and his group, with strange smiles on their faces.

"They're talking badly about us, some of them are even suggesting we eat them up..." Frank, who knows many alien languages, then acted as the translator.

Yes, the waiters and customers at this Beast Restaurant are all aliens.

Moreover, most of them are illegal immigrants from outer space.

"Should we take action now or wait and see?" Mike gestured to Frank that he didn't need to translate, then turned to look at Old K, who had been frowning the whole time.

To be honest, this mission wasn't too difficult for Mike.

Therefore, his main concern was helping Old K rediscover the feeling of being an agent.

"Wait a little longer, I want to see what tricks they're up to." Old K placed his hand on his chest while cautiously observing his surroundings.

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

"Please try our specialty, 'Not a Dog' and 'Can Give Birth to a Little Daughter'." The receptionist placed two huge plates on the table.

The first dish, when viewed from above, looks like a giant lobster.

“I guarantee they’re discriminating against dogs, and I’m going to report them,” Frank protested vehemently upon hearing the name of the first dish.

However, as an alien that looks like a dog, its protests don't seem to have attracted much attention.

"Don't get excited, Frank. The name of this dish is a bit strange, but it should just be a lobster. And it looks very fresh, so it should taste pretty good..." Agent J showed concern for his dog colleague's feelings, and then picked up his knife to taste 'not a dog'.

As for why I didn't taste the 'youngest daughter' dish, it was simply because the second dish looked unappetizing.

"Wait~"

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

"What's wrong?" Agent J turned around, looking confused. "If you want to try the first bite, I can let you have it."

After saying that, she actually prepared to hand the knife in her hand to Mike.

"Have you forgotten that we didn't come here to eat? And there's something wrong with these two dishes, didn't you notice at all?" Mike shook his head and didn't take the knife.

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

“This is… a baby stray star…” Old K seemed to recognize something and picked up the “lobster” from the plate with his hand.

When flipped over, the back of the rogue star cub resembles a lobster, while the front shows limbs and facial features.

If you ignore the back, it really does look like a person.

"Ugh..." Just thinking about what he was about to eat, Agent J next to him felt something churning in his stomach.

“This is a baby alien, and this one…” Old K tossed the alien baby in his hand into Agent J’s arms, then picked up the second plate.

“It’s a baby octopus from the planet Four-Eyed Octopus,” Frank the alien dog answered, then angrily exclaimed, “This restaurant is actually an illegal restaurant that specializes in serving food to alien babies.”

One of the rules of the Men in Black is that any intelligent being must not be served on the dinner table.

Clearly, Boris the Beast's kin not only smuggled themselves to Earth, but were also engaged in illegal business.

Chapter 571 Alien Criminals

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore... Quick, take it away..."

Just as the alien dog Frank was talking to Old K, the humanoid rogue planet cub in Agent J's hands woke up.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this little thing is smaller than an adult's arm; it has quite a bit of juice inside.

In just a short while, he spat all over Agent J with dark green saliva, while making incoherent noises.

Combined with the wrinkled features of this alien cub, it looks rather ferocious no matter how you look at it.

Agent J was already disgusted, and now it felt like he had caught a whole bunch of indescribable things.

"Don't get excited, J. That alien baby means no harm. He's just asking us for help..." Frank, an alien dog who can understand multiple alien languages, kindly explained to Agent J.

However, it wasn't very helpful for Agent J, who was already feeling nauseous.

"So what is this four-eyed baby octopus saying?" Old K placed the alien baby from the second plate in front of Frank.

Perhaps to ensure the freshness of the "ingredients," the chefs at the Beast Restaurant did not kill the alien cubs directly.

The plating process just confused them.

At this moment, the alien cub in Agent K's hands also woke up, blowing bubbles and making some kind of "squeaking" noises.

"This alien baby is also asking us for help, while also accusing the restaurant of its crimes..." Frank translated the four-eyed alien baby's words in unison.

That's good, since Mike and his group were already quite eye-catching.

After this commotion, almost everyone else in the restaurant turned their attention to this place.

"Don't move, this is a police investigation!" Seeing that things were beyond repair, Old K placed the four-eyed alien cub back on the table, pulled out his portable Cube No. 4, and shouted, "I am now arresting you on charges of buying and selling alien cubs and harming them. Please cooperate with the investigation!!!"

Agent K is great in every way, except for one thing: he's too upright.

"Men in black? You've come with ill intentions, as expected." Just then, a man who looked like the boss stepped out.

Meanwhile, the employees at the Beast Restaurant seemed to have found their backbone, and one by one they picked up the tools at hand and went behind the "boss" to bolster his morale.

At the same time, the other customers in the restaurant subtly surrounded Mike and his group.

After all, according to K, these customers who bought alien baby food were also criminals.

In an instant, Mike and his group found themselves surrounded by enemies.

"Don't move, please put down your weapons and cooperate with the work..." Perhaps it's because of more than two years of retirement that Old K hasn't found his work rhythm yet.

Even at this point, facing dozens of malicious aliens, he didn't fire directly; instead, he issued verbal warnings.

"Bang~"

Then a fat chef with a bunch of octopus tentacles ambushed Old K, knocking him over and yelling, "Nobody can cause trouble in my restaurant!!!"

After saying that, the obese chef from Octopus Planet grabbed two kitchen knives and started fighting with Old K.

Just then, when Old K was knocked over, the No. 4 round dumpling in his hand fell somewhere.

So for a short period of time, it could only be chased and hacked by the octopus chef.

The octopus chef's "leading the charge" was more like a signal that prompted all the other aliens to take action.

Mike could have stopped it all beforehand.

However, the same problem remains. This time, the mission also serves to help Agent K adapt to the work of a Men in Black agent as quickly as possible.

Therefore, it's for his own good to let Old K suffer a loss.

And you know what, it's actually quite interesting to see Old K, this former "legendary" agent, being chased and jumping around.

So, after imprisoning several aliens who had attacked him, Mike stepped aside to become a spectator.

Frank, the alien dog, is also very good at judging the situation. He has been following Mike closely since some point.

Their lives and safety have been greatly protected.

As for Agent J, who was holding the rogue star cub in his arms, he wasn't so lucky.

With only one hand free, he had to endure the copious amounts of mucus secreted by the alien cub while also withstanding the most attacks from the alien criminals.

However, his two-plus years as a member of the Men in Black also honed some of his skills.

Moreover, he was much more decisive than his old partner who had just been reinstated. When he saw that the situation was not good, he used his free hand to take out the No. 4 round gun and chose to fire.

After killing several Borodo aliens, he temporarily secured his safety.

These aliens, who are Boris the Beast's fellow aliens, are, after all, just stowaways from outer space.

Although they possessed considerable abilities after revealing their true forms, their poor reputation meant that no alien arms dealers were willing to sell them weapons.

Therefore, even though they outnumbered each other, most of them were armed with knives and forks, so they were not a real threat to Agent J.

Just as the situation reached a delicate balance, the black-clad agents on guard outside heard a commotion inside the restaurant.

Then, hundreds of fully armed and agile men in black rushed in.

Their actions demonstrated their professionalism.

Within seconds, all the aliens in the Beast Restaurant, including the alien diners, were subdued by the arriving agents in black.

This efficiency at one point made the scene seem somewhat "comical".

After all, there were only a few dozen alien criminals on site, not enough for the agents to handle.

Some agents who were a little slower didn't even manage to touch the alien criminals during the entire operation.

"Finally saved!!!"

Regardless, Agent J is finally relieved.

After the black-clad agents who had arrived brought the situation under control, he quickly tossed the stray star cub in his arms to one of the agents who had failed to catch the criminal.

"I hate kids, especially alien babies~" Agent J, covered in a sticky liquid, wiped the slime off his face and couldn't help but complain.

Then, his gaze was drawn to the men in black surrounding the kitchen doorway.

It turns out that Agent K, who was unarmed, had already wrestled with the octopus chef in the kitchen.

Given Old K's status as a "legendary" agent, the other agents did not intervene in his "battle" out of respect until he actively called for backup.

Fortunately, Old K had recently used a [restoration potion], which restored his aged body to its peak condition, thus preventing him from embarrassing himself in front of the younger generation.

With his strength, which was not much less than that of an alien octopus, Old K casually picked up two frying pans from above his head.