With the sound of mechanical operation, the bullet rain finally stopped, Zhang Jinyang bent over from the top of the elevator, stood up in the air, fell straight down, and stepped heavily on the head of a mobile mechanical guard outside the door, trampling the silver machine gun tower into pieces.

He had seen this thing on the radar for a long time, and because he didn't want to expose his wishful muscles, he used a little more technical means, looking like an ordinary Earth agent - except for the weight of the body.

Stepping on the mechanical watchtower, Zhang Jinyang looked around at the surrounding environment, it was white, there were many desks lined up neatly in the empty hall, and there were a few places that looked like security checkpoints - there was no one in them, and the silence was abnormal.

"Well, it was a mistake not to ask K for a topographic map here, let me see it...... One more elevator ride, who's that weird guy?"

People will habitually talk to themselves when they are quiet, and Zhang Jinyang is not exempt from vulgarity, he frowns and scans everything here, such an opportunity is rare - so Selina is not in a hurry.

Soon he found something good, not small, but not big, and a fitting reward for recovering the airport - it wasn't the original MIB at first glance, because there was an ugly-looking guy who had just finished building it and was filling it with fuel.

The text on the elevator, Zhang Jinyang was a little confused, he had no choice, he connected to his own satellite, downloaded the translation software from it (last time he was extorted from Z), and then he realized that it was actually the universal text of the universe: "It's not the universal Yan Huangwen of the whole universe, bad review." ”

Even so, it took two tries to find the right way, even if he had radar, the elevator that did not follow the conventional (earthling) was a black line.

Walking in front of this silver aircraft shaped like a cobra's head, Zhang Jinyang nodded approvingly: "It's so beautiful, a one-man aircraft, a space curvature engine, I can understand more than half of it, and someone must be able to understand it all...... Do you want to sell the construction drawings to Richard?"

A deep, rough male voice suddenly came from behind him, "Who are you? Why aren't J coming?"

Zhang Jinyang didn't reply: "J is very busy, there is a beautiful woman waiting for him, do you have something to do with him? Sorry I can't convey it on my behalf - in fact, I want to say that J is dead and has something to burn paper, but I guess you can't understand the essence of this sentence." ”

The rough male voice was shocked: "What?J is dead?Selina said she was going to hand him over to me!"

"It sounds like you love him very much, but I think J has always liked women," Zhang Jinyang glanced at the beautiful little spaceship nostalgically, turned to face the comer, and then frowned, a little disgusted:

"I'm prepared for your bad image, but...... As an alien creature with a human face, you're still ugly beyond my imagination - give up, J's aesthetic is normal, you can't bend him. ”

But this person was covered in a big black cloak, and the guy who looked a head taller than Zhang Jinyang seemed to be in a state of confusion: "J is dead? You say he's dead? How is it possible? Then what's the point of all this I did...... I've waited so long!"

Zhang Jinyang's face was a little stiff: "True love, so I said you can't understand the earth's sense of humor, humor! Do you understand? Jokes? Jokes? Jokes that make people laugh? Which one can you understand?"

The tall ugly man in front of him shook his kelp-like hair: "Wait, you said you were kidding?

This person is a potholed Mediterranean, the kelp-like shawl hair is burgundy, along the lower edge of the temple with a circle in the back of the mind, and it is greasy and greasy like moldy red oil bean skin, Zhang Jinyang is a little disgusted:

"Oh, yes, you're not dead, if he knew you loved him, maybe he would die...... Do you want me to convey your love? You can write a love letter, I can't say it. ”

But the ugly man fell into some kind of inexplicable madness: "Are you kidding!? You actually joke with the great genius Gava with such an important matter?

Zhang Jinyang looked back at the personal flying machine, although he didn't know how far it could fly, but it was inevitable to have the ability to move in space: "Ah, geniuses are a little abnormal, judging from the degree to which you are abnormal, you are indeed a great genius." ”

By the time he turned his head back, the tall and great genius Gava had already removed the large cloak - as soon as he loosened his shoulders, the cloak slid down his body under the influence of gravity, which would have been a blood-pumping scene if he was a beauty.

Now Zhang Jinyang also feels that his blood is full of blood, but there are only gastric arteries: "You look so ugly, it's enough, there are actually four?"

Yes, Gava was not alone, burgundy and greasy Mediterranean, green as lizard-like eyes surrounded by red rotten eyes, pitted baldness, acne-scarred face, stubble with the same burgundy sideburns, and four of the same looks, all hidden under the big cloak.

The Gavas had human-sized heads and babies, each sitting on a gravity-defying disc with a dense array of levers, each with six soft, flexible mechanical tentacles flying around each disc.

Although he had foreseen this scene from the radar, when he saw it with his own eyes, Zhang Jinyang still felt his stomach twitch, and he couldn't help but be glad that he had forgotten to eat dinner - since he could absorb energy from between the particles, he didn't eat much unless he was hungry.

A shout - Gava should think he was roaring, but there was really no momentum, the disc that had been disguised as a head did not move, and the three little Gava hiding under the cloak operated the disc, covering each other and waving the tentacles under the disc and rushed up.

"Smack——!

The four discs all overturned, a round hole appeared in the eyebrows of the Gavas, and the entire back of the head was violently opened by the bullet, Zhang Jinyang shook the muzzle of the gun and dispersed the residual warmth: "Miscellaneous, why don't you use a gun, I thought what kind of strongmen Selina's subordinates would be, but I didn't expect it...... It's disgusting. ”

Stuffed the gun back under his armpit, pulled out a cylinder from his lower waist, pointed to the ground under the spaceship he fancied, a thumb-thick red light shot out, dragged this red light around the small spaceship, the floor under the spaceship was drawn into a fairly standard circle, under the action of gravity, with the spaceship fell on the next floor with a loud bang.

He could see clearly in the radar, and the next floor of the wall was outside the street, although he was a little sorry for Z for opening a few holes in the wall, but I think he wouldn't mind so much - anyway, crying poor is no money, and having money has no money.