"If I recall correctly, it hasn't been more than three years since my last retirement…" Agent K looked at the densely packed, fully equipped agents behind him outside the Beast Restaurant district in Bronx, and asked in confusion, "Is this the new style for MIB agents handling cases now?"
It was no wonder K was surprised; the vitality and configuration of the agents behind him were enough to launch a small-scale interstellar war.
This level of combat power was indeed a bit overkill for dealing with an alien restaurant.
"I'm not very clear about how regular agents handle cases, but our special department has always operated this way, ensuring the thorough elimination of danger with the utmost caution," Mike explained.
However, the ability to gather so many agents at once this time was also related to Agent K's return.
These agents were all the ones who had previously specifically admired K at the MIB Headquarters. After Agent O received Mike's call for assistance, she directly dispatched all of them.
And because Agent K had just returned, and Agent O also intended to cultivate Mike, the command of this operation to search the alien restaurant fell entirely into Mike's hands.
"I need you all to guard all entrances and exits of the Beast Restaurant. When Agent K and I take action later, I don't want any alien to escape the restaurant…" Mike assigned tasks to hundreds of MIB agents.
Perhaps wanting to perform well in front of Mike and K, these new and old "legends," the agents who came this time acted very professionally.
After splitting into pairs, they quickly dispersed around the restaurant.
Further out, there were even more MIB Agents who had already cordoned off the entire street to prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering.
"OK, let's also go into the restaurant and see if Boris the Animal is there." After assigning the tasks, Mike called K and Agent J and walked towards the alien restaurant.
"Sorry, we don't serve pets here!" Just as Mike and the two others walked into the restaurant, they were stopped by the greeter at the door.
It turned out that Frank, the alien dog, had somehow blended in with Mike and the two others.
"Come on, buddy. Have you ever seen a pet that walks on two legs and can talk?" Frank stood on his hind legs, trying to make himself look like an intelligent being.
However, no matter how he looked, he seemed to be relying on others' power.
"I know many alien languages. With me here, no alien can trick you all…" Seeing the restaurant greeter unmoved, Frank, the alien dog, winked while quietly seeking help from Mike and the two others.
This time, Frank wasn't lying. He indeed understood a lot about extraterrestrial systems and was an expert in that area.
"I can vouch for it. Although Frank is an alien dog, he is definitely not a pet." For some reason, K, who usually had the most rigid expression, actually spoke up for Frank.
This almost brought tears to the alien dog's eyes.
As for the Beast Restaurant's greeter, perhaps because he was an illegal alien immigrant, his human skin suit was not perfect, and many octopus-like tentacles could be seen extending from the seams of the suit.
After being stared at expressionlessly by K for a while, he yielded to the pressure and cleared the way for everyone.
And the interior of the Beast Restaurant was as wild as its name, its environment could only be described as dirty, chaotic, and poor.
There weren't many customers, but judging by their eating habits, the food here seemed to be quite good.
"What would you like to eat?" the greeter asked after leading Mike and the others to a table in the middle.
Perhaps because of the previous little incident, his attitude was not very friendly.
At the same time, the other greeters in the restaurant, and even the customers who were dining, all showed "evil" eyes when they saw Mike and the others, who were dressed in black suits and whose demeanor was out of place with the style of this Beast Restaurant.
The malice emanating from within could not be concealed at all.
"Serve me all your special dishes. If you can't satisfy us, I'll smash your place," Agent J naturally saw that there was something wrong with this alien restaurant.
However, with hundreds of agent brothers outside, and two legendary agents, Mike and K, by his side.
Agent J, who had never fought such a well-resourced battle, felt incredibly powerful now.
"Please wait a moment. Our restaurant's specialty is to ensure every guest who comes is satisfied." Not knowing what trick he was playing, the greeter did not get angry at Agent J's arrogance, but instead went to the kitchen with a strange smile.
In just a moment, the surrounding waiters and customers also started pointing at Mike and his group, with that same strange smile on their faces.
"They are speaking ill of us. Some of them are suggesting eating us later…" Frank, who understood many alien languages, acted as a translator at this moment.
Yes, all the waiters and customers in this Beast Restaurant were aliens.
And most of them were illegal alien immigrants.
"Should we act directly or wait and see?" Mike motioned for Frank to stop translating, then turned to K, who had been frowning.
To be honest, this mission was not difficult for Mike.
Therefore, he was thinking more about helping K regain the feeling of being an agent.
"Wait a little longer. I want to see what tricks they are playing." K rested his hand on his chest, while cautiously observing his surroundings.
In this strange atmosphere, not long after, the greeter returned from the kitchen with two plates of special dishes.
"Please try our specialties: 'Not a Dog' and 'Got a Youngest Daughter.'" The attendant placed two huge platters on the table.
The first dish, from above, looked like a giant lobster.
The second dish was a bit strange, resembling a mixture of octopus tentacles and flounder eyes.
"I can guarantee they are discriminating against dogs. I'm going to report them," Frank protested strongly after hearing the name of the first dish.
However, as an alien whose appearance resembled a dog, his protest did not seem to be taken seriously by many.
"Don't get excited, Frank. Although the name of this dish is a bit strange, it should just be a lobster. And it looks very fresh, the taste should not be bad…" Agent J showed concern for his canine colleague's feelings, then raised his dining knife, preparing to taste 'Not a Dog'.
As for why he didn't taste 'Got a Youngest Daughter,' it was entirely because the second dish looked unappetizing.
"Wait—"
Just as Agent J's dining knife was about to touch the "lobster," Mike reached out and touched his wrist, preventing the knife from falling.
"What's wrong?" Agent J turned his head, his face showing confusion, "If you want to have the first bite, I can let you."
After speaking, he actually prepared to hand the dining knife in his hand to Mike.
"Did you forget that we are not here to eat? And these two dishes are very problematic, didn't you notice at all?" Mike shook his head and did not take the dining knife.
At this moment, K, who had been frowning, also turned his gaze to the two special dishes on the table after Mike's reminder.
"This is… a Wandering Star Baby…" Seeming to recognize something, K picked up the "lobster" from the plate with his hand.
After flipping it over, the back looked like a lobster, while the front of the Wandering Star Baby had four limbs and facial features.
If you ignored the back, it really looked like a human.
"Ugh…" Thinking about how he was just about to eat this thing, Agent J on the side felt his stomach churning.
"This is a Wandering Star Baby, then this…" K threw the alien baby in his hand into Agent J's arms, then picked up the second plate.
"It's a Four-Eyed Octopus Star Baby." Frank, the alien dog, provided the answer, then denounced, "This restaurant is actually an illegal restaurant that specializes in providing alien baby ingredients!"
There is a rule in the MIB regulations: no intelligent beings shall appear on the dining table.
It was clear that these kin of Boris the Animal had not only smuggled themselves to Earth but were also engaged in illegal business.