"Hey, Mike. Who's this beauty?"
Just as Mike was about to introduce the Black female doctor to Agent O, Agent J, who had completed his female partner's "brainwashing" mission, saw Dr. Karen and his eyes lit up.
He had just become strangers with Laurel and was lamenting that he would never love again. But then he turned his head and realized he had found "true love" again.
However, his reaction left Mike a little confused.
'Is Dr. Karen, the dark-skinned female doctor, really that beautiful in the eyes of MIB?'
Yes, Mike could tell that Blade had been somewhat interested in Dr. Karen, the female doctor, before.
But in his opinion, Dr. Karen, the female doctor, was quite ordinary in appearance, and her figure, apart from being full, wasn't particularly good.
Does pure dark skin have a special attack?
Mike expressed his incomprehension but was greatly shocked.
It needs to be specially mentioned here that Gretchen, who has wheat-colored skin in The Plastics, also has some Black ancestry.
So, Mike was sure he wasn't racist, but he also wasn't someone who would go for just anyone.
"This is Dr. Karen, she wants to join the organization." Mike introduced the female doctor to Agent J.
"Really? Actually, I just happen to not have a partner, so I'm perfect for training new recruits." Agent J immediately became more enthusiastic upon hearing this.
"Dr. Karen wants to join the research department…" Mike explained to Agent J, feeling speechless.
"Hmm? That's not much different, we'll all be colleagues anyway." Agent J still couldn't cool down his enthusiasm.
Moreover, Mike observed that Agent J, whose hormones were surging at the moment, kept his eyes on Dr. Karen, the female doctor, especially on her midsection.
Thick waist, thick legs, big butt, so that's the type you guys like!
"Then, how about I continue to handle the recommendation?" Mike offered an assist.
"Mission accomplished, guaranteed," Agent J gave an affirmative answer, while also flashing what he thought was a handsome smile at the Black female doctor.
Indeed, the inherent comedic talent of Black people is not just talk.
Beside them, Dr. Karen, the female doctor, actually had a pretty good impression of the clowning Agent J.
People who are not bitter and resentful, and have cheerful personalities, always bring joy.
"Then I'll leave this to you." Mike, sensing the situation, created space for the two MIB to communicate, then left with the X Squad members.
It proved that he definitely wasn't trying to be lazy and go home.
Instead, it was because Dr. Karen, the female doctor, indeed had a talent for researching antidotes, and the MIB also desperately needed a medicine to treat blood poisoning.
Therefore, it wouldn't be difficult for Dr. Karen to join the MIB research department.
As for who would be the recommender, that was completely unimportant.
On the X Squad's side, after leaving the Queens, Mike settled the bonuses for this mission with each of them.
Then he dismissed them, taking only Tina with him in the car, driving towards his villa.
He hadn't forgotten what happened in the morning; there were still a few girls at home waiting to be comforted.
It was almost evening now, and the timing was just right.
Today, Mike was determined to let the girls know his prowess again, and incidentally, let Tina go and bond with her little sisters.
…
Two days passed in a flash.
Mike, who had successfully appeased all the girls, finally had time to inspect his company on Wall Street.
"Mike, Jordan Belfort, whom you asked me to keep an eye on, is almost at his wit's end. Do you need me to send someone to recruit him now?" Chris reported on the work.
As Mike delegated authority, Chris had gradually developed the ability to manage a company. He was also increasingly exuding the aura of a boss.
However, when facing his benefactor who had rescued him from the cannibal, he still maintained humility and respect.
"Bring him to me, I need to talk to him face-to-face," Mike issued the instruction.
Actually, Mike was quite optimistic about Jordan Belfort's (the Wolf of Wall Street) abilities, and coming to the company this time was also with the intention of bringing him under his wing.
Of course, if he remained stubborn, he wasn't indispensable.
After all, King Group was now on the right track, and resources had been shifted to more risk-resistant physical investments.
In the future, with just a few more successful angel investments, the total assets would eventually reach the billion-dollar level, instantly elevating him into the ranks of the middle-class wealthy.
Yes, Mike's net worth now exceeded five hundred million and was steadily rising. Compared to some lucky individuals who wanted to retire after making a quick buck, he, an entrepreneur with a solid foundation, was Wall Street's most promising new star.
Speaking of a certain speculator, he had previously cashed out over half a billion in assets from the stock market in one go, but foolishly planned to make a quick buck and run.
Needless to say, his actions must have already been noticed by relevant departments like the FBI and IRS, and the situation would not be good.
"Naomi, I'm planning a grand yacht party, and then I'll find an opportunity to smuggle ourselves to Switzerland by sea…" Jordan, who was ordered by the FBI not to leave New York, was once again planning his escape. He looked at his beautiful girlfriend and asked, "Are you willing to come with me?"
Jordan had previously planned for his childhood friend, Brad, to help him transfer his assets to Switzerland.
The plan was perfect, but during its execution, due to his suspicion of his former partner Donnie, he ended up arguing with Brad, who was responsible for transporting the money, on a street in Switzerland.
This resulted in Brad, who did not have an entry and exit passport, being arrested by local police who arrived on the scene.
Conversely, Donnie, the instigator, seeing the situation was bad, decisively abandoned Brad and the cash, and successfully escaped back to New York.
It could be said that that failed asset transfer plan not only cost Jordan his childhood friend but also created a deeper rift between him and his partner Donnie.
However, to hold onto the money in his hands, Jordan planned multiple asset transfers after that.
These even included wrapping dollar cash around the bodies of numerous female models and having them take the money out of the country. However, all these plans ultimately failed due to the intervention of the relevant authorities.
It could be said that Jordan was now exasperated by the asset transfer issue. So, he finally decided to take a desperate risk and try it himself one last time.
But before executing the final ultimate plan, he very much hoped that Naomi, the only person he could trust now, would go with him.
Yes, at this time, Jordan, plagued by troubles, had become estranged from everyone, with only Naomi by his side.
As for Donnie, who was more of a hindrance than a help, Jordan had already unilaterally kicked him out of the team.
And Naomi, a former supermodel, was initially attracted by Jordan's money, but after truly being with this man, she found herself gradually falling for him.
She liked the man's spiritedness and worried about his predicament.
"After what happened with Aunt Emma last time, the IRS probably won't be complacent anymore…" Although Naomi didn't say it directly, her meaning was very clear.
The IRS or FBI or whatever, certainly wouldn't allow Jordan to make any big moves now. Therefore, the man's idea of holding a yacht party to smuggle himself out might not even succeed in the first step.
And speaking of Aunt Emma, that old woman was Naomi's relative.
Because of this relationship, Jordan had previously transferred his assets to her name, and then had her change her nationality to transfer the assets.
The plan was good, and its execution was also very successful.
It could be said that it was Jordan's most promising and most successful attempt at asset transfer.
However, man proposes, God disposes. When the plan reached its final step of changing nationality, the old woman suddenly suffered a heart attack and passed away.
There's no need to mention what happened next; Jordan's plan failed, and the IRS and FBI, realizing what had happened, intensified their surveillance.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Faced with his current predicament, Jordan was a bit emotional.
He had never imagined that things would eventually come to this. He just wanted to be a rich man, why was it so difficult?
"How about we go to the countryside, just you and me. We can start a family and begin anew…" Naomi subconsciously stroked her slightly bulging belly, radiating a maternal glow.
"Go to the countryside? Impossible, the IRS won't let me go…" Jordan first denied the woman's idea, and then realized, "Are you saying, you want me to give up that money?"
Actually, as long as he left that illegal money in New York, no one would care where Jordan went. Of course, the prerequisite was that he needed to leave quietly, then live anonymously and not make a fuss.7
The woman nodded slightly, that was exactly what she meant.
Naomi now viewed that money, which had brought endless trouble, as a jinx. If giving up that money meant she could live well with the man, she was very willing.
"No, that money was hard-earned by me, I can't give it up…" Having tasted the pleasures of money, how could Jordan be willing to go back to his old hard life?
However, just as he was getting emotional, his peripheral vision accidentally caught his girlfriend's small gesture of stroking her belly.
A flash of insight struck him, and Jordan asked uncertainly, "Are you pregnant?"
"Mm—!"
Her slightly sweet expression was her answer.