Zhang Jinyang jumped down and jumped into the big hole in the ground, and landed lightly in front of the cobra-headed aircraft, looking up and down, wondering how to get it out - there are cameras everywhere, and a reasonable behavior pattern is necessary.

Then he heard someone behind him humming, it seemed that the mouth was not very tightly gagged, although it was vague, but the word help could still be heard.

Turning his head and glancing around, he saw nothing but a pile of disgusting intestines, oh, and a dog that was tightly tied up with a towel around his mouth - it was a pug or a bulldog, without a nose, and probably the only way to shut it up.

He frowned and looked at the messy pile of intestines for a while, piled up like a small mountain, if this was broiled, I am afraid that he would have to eat for a week with his food, could it be an alien creature? But why can't I feel any vital signs? Is it a special species?

After looking at it for a while, there was no movement except for the wriggling dog, no one was found, and the mouth was flattened, this place was empty and haunted, so it was better to leave early.

turned around and was about to drag the loot, and the voice behind him sounded indistinctly again: "Hey, hey, help, I'm an alien agent, that starling, help me untie it, K and J are in danger......"

Zhang Jinyang turned his head abruptly and stared at the stupid and cute starling dog—only then did he know that it was a starling, but he still didn't see the difference between the dog and the bullfighting dog—his face was a little distorted: "Do all the current aliens look so casual? A dog?"

The pug didn't move, tilted his head, shook the folds on his face to reveal a mouthful of broken teeth, that should ...... Is it laughing?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Zhang Jinyang walked up to the dog that was thrown in the pile of intestines and picked him up with his foot - this little thing is only thirty or forty centimeters long, and it is a little bigger than his feet, and it is a little impossible to bend over.

pinched it in his hand, with a few fingers, he first pinched the rope on the dog's body, untied the towel in the dog's mouth, pinched his neck and mentioned it in front of him: "Special ~ worker, the disguise is good, I want to get that thing out, that's the reward for Z asking me to recover this ghost place."

Anyway, where are all the people here? Won't they all be eaten by Selena? Then you're too inferior. ”

The dog hung his limbs honestly, and his voice was short and powerful, sounding funny: "I know you, Silver Bullet, Z sometimes talks about you, they are locked up by Serena on the third floor of the ground, where is the entrance and exit hall, and there are many service windows.

But Selina sent a lot of people out, she opened MIB's cell, released a lot of people and went out to find K...... Prisoner...... By the way, do you see a guy named Gava? he's dangerous, and there's a two-headed Scarder, who's a fool. ”

Zhang Jinyang lowered his hand and walked to the elevator with the dog like that: "Good dog, you'd better know the way, I know a lot of Nanbang people, and they have a hand in cooking dog meat."

Gava is dead, and the two-headed Scard, the ogre wizard, doesn't see it. ”

The dog was brought to the elevator panel, and it seemed that he really knew the way, and slapped it skillfully at the panel: "My name is Frank, thank you, I have never used such a high panel, I always use the lower panel."

Z's assessment of you is right, you are a kind and brave person, but why do you eat dogs? It's really inhumane...... When you arrive, turn right ahead and you'll see them.

What species is the ogre wizard? I haven't heard of it, Skaard is a, and he's a vegetarian...... Gava is dead? He's a ruthless character, he wanted to sell the earth's ozone layer, but he was caught by J and locked up for a long time.

By the way, you're going to support K, Selina hates him as if K abandoned her, a long time ago...... Hey, Z, I've got reinforcements!"

Zhang Jinyang exhaled, and threw the chatter dog out along the smooth floor with a flick of his hand: "Z, you are here for the rap artist training class, right?

Z's face flushed, but Zhang Jinyang was sure that he wasn't ashamed, because he was hung from the wall by a green rattan with teeth and claws, and his big head rushed down, and there was a ...... in his mouth Socks, gray striped.

Next to him, there were four or five service windows, which were full of these wriggling rattans, and every now and then a face was squeezed out and thrown back, and occasionally there were some strange "fluttering" sounds from the rattans, which sounded like slime.

These people only moaned faintly, some were in pain, and some were slightly happy, Zhang Jinyang felt that he was going to see a psychiatrist and gastroenterology when he went back, his stomach was uncomfortable too many times today, maybe it was not good for his body to not eat all the time.

Turning his palms into knives, he put Z down in a few horizontal and vertical strokes, and the rattans that were still screaming and writhing just now were lying lifeless on the ground, slowly turning into ashes along the fracture cut by Zhang Jinyang.

This is Zhang Jinyang's ability to slightly invoke a little power gem in his hand, it is really just a little bit, and he can't carry it himself, but this is even if it is exercise, and slowly his body will get used to it.

Looking at the rattan that turned into ashes on the ground, Z gasped and got up to tidy up his clothes, and those who didn't know thought that he had tore those shreds after a fierce fight.

His face is not good, after all, he is an old man, he has been hung upside down for so long, and if the cerebral blood vessels do not burst, he has to say that his body is really good.

Zhang Jinyang looked at him, shook his head, and while he was adjusting his breathing, he walked to the service window compartments that were stuffed, and pulled those rattans out one after another, and the rattans thrown to the ground would stiffen into powder, and those with hideous flower bones would also let out a terrible scream, as if some ghost was dead.

It took a while to punch and chop and kick and beat, and Zhang Jinyang was able to solve all the rattans in it, but it was only later that those rattans took the initiative to attack him, which saved him a lot of things.

During this time, the pug who claimed to be Frank reported to Z, and Z also assigned the rescued agents to return to work and restore part of the airport, the only problem being that he did not contact K and J.

Zhang Jinyang slapped the dust on his body—those carbonized rattans inevitably scattered some dust in the air—and walked over slowly: "It's really a strength job, this is that Selina's means, I don't know where it is, if it spreads, it will indeed be a trouble."

What's the matter, Z, your face is worse than just now, have you suffered internal injuries? I know a few Yanhuang Chinese doctors who are good at organizing internal injuries, and their methods are not bad, do I want to introduce them to you?"