"Mr. Mike, welcome. How may we assist you this time?"
At the LunarMax Prison, the official in charge of guarding alien criminals, along with his subordinates, lined up to welcome Mike.
By then, more than a month had passed since Mike formed the Cosmic Guardian Team, and the sixty team members had already assembled. The LunarMax Prison was their first stop for executing justice.
Looking at the sixty fully-equipped Cosmic Guardian Team members behind Mike, even though he knew this force wasn't targeting him, the LunarMax Prison official couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Our purpose in coming here this time is to execute all the most heinous intergalactic criminals in the LunarMax Prison." Mike got straight to the point: "Now, take us to the prison, please."
Boris the Animal's escape had already proven that simply incarcerating alien criminals was not a wise choice.
If they were criminals, they should receive their due punishment.
"Alright, alright." The LunarMax Prison official wiped away a cold sweat and said, "Please follow me, Mr. Mike. We have already compiled a list of the alien criminals to be executed."
Strictly speaking, the guards at the LunarMax Prison were also under the jurisdiction of the MIB Headquarters.
Therefore, the official on the Moon had been informed in advance of Mike's major operation.
Knowing was one thing, but when the moment arrived and he saw Mike's decisive demeanor, the LunarMax Prison official couldn't help but feel shocked.
"Agent K and Marcus, you will split into groups later. Do not let any alien criminal who meets the death penalty criteria escape..." After entering the fortress-like LunarMax Prison, Mike gave instructions to the two Cosmic Guardian squad leaders behind him.
Among the sixty Cosmic Guardian Team members, excellent agents accounted for fifty spots, while the remaining ten were elites Mike had transferred from special departments.
The agents, planned to be equipped with high-tech atom weapons, were the main damage dealers of the Cosmic Guardian Team.
The ten elites from the special departments formed the special squad. They were responsible for intelligence gathering, support, assault, or covering retreats.
In short, this Cosmic Guardian Team, which had only been formed for just over a month, was very well-equipped.
"Understood!" x2
Agent K and Marcus, as Cosmic Guardian squad leaders, responded to Mike and then followed the LunarMax Prison guards to the various cells.
Considering the varied abilities of alien criminals, most of the prisoners in the LunarMax Prison were restrained by full-body alloy chains.
Executing them was not difficult.
Therefore, Mike had no intention of watching each execution personally; instead, he accompanied the LunarMax Prison official for a chat.
"If I recall correctly, when Boris the Animal escaped, quite a few other criminals also fled in the chaos. Do you have any news of them?" Mike, having nothing to do, inquired about them with the LunarMax Prison official.
"There were thirty-seven alien criminals who escaped with Boris that time, but most of them died in space because they had no vehicles..." The LunarMax Prison official reported, "Only a very small number, I heard, escaped to Boglodotia, which isn't far from the Moon."
Not all aliens could survive in outer space, so it was not surprising that most of the escaped alien criminals died on their escape route.
One could only say they brought it upon themselves.
"Boglodotia? Isn't that Boris the Animal's hometown? Coincidentally, our next stop is there. It seems those alien criminals who survived aren't very lucky." Mike had a strange smile on his face, then lit a cigar for himself.
Puffing out smoke, Mike asked the LunarMax Prison official, "Do you want one?"
This thing was indeed effective for relaxing and, more importantly, for passing the time.
"No, thank you." Hearing the screams and curses occasionally echoing from deep within the prison, the LunarMax Prison official was in no mood for a cigar.
He genuinely admired Mike, the new leader of the MIB Headquarters, for remaining so calm at such a time.
One had to know that many heinous alien criminals had considerable forces and guarantors behind them.
Executing these criminals meant completely offending the forces and individuals behind them.
Therefore, the MIB Headquarters also bore considerable pressure from this operation.
Of course, such unknown "threats" meant nothing to the current Mike.
As the saying goes, having power makes one arrogant.
...
After about half a day, as the screams and curses in the prison grew fainter, most of the alien criminals who deserved execution had been dealt with.
Afterward, intergalactic criminals whose crimes were relatively minor and not punishable by death were gathered in the prison hall by the Cosmic Guardian Team members.
Behind them were the uncleared bloodstains of the deceased criminals, and the strong smell of blood made these less culpable alien criminals as docile as quails.
"Agent K, please read our newly enacted 'Cosmic Peace Treaty' to these alien criminals who still have a chance to reform." Mike gestured to K to lecture the remaining criminals, lest they unknowingly embark on a path of no return.
Violence was merely a means; establishing a new order for the universe was the ultimate goal of the Cosmic Guardian Team.
Of course, all interpretation rights temporarily belonged to Mike.
Another hour later, after confirming that all alien criminals in the prison had memorized the "Cosmic Peace Treaty," Mike led his people away from the LunarMax Prison.
Next, many more missions awaited the Cosmic Guardian Team; the LunarMax Prison was just one part of their operation.
"This Mr. Mike and his Cosmic Guardian Team are truly remarkable... I wonder if what they are doing is right or wrong..."
The LunarMax Prison official watched Mike and the others leave, his eyes filled with admiration, "But this is good too; at least guarding the LunarMax Prison will be much easier in the future."
The Cosmic Guardian Team's execution operation this time directly cleared out half of the criminals in the LunarMax Prison; almost all the "troublemakers" had been dealt with.
Barring any surprises, the remaining criminals, after this harsh lesson, should be well-behaved for quite some time.
"Frank, how long will it take to get to Boglodotia from here?" Back on the spaceship, Mike sought out "navigation dog" Frank.
As an experienced alien dog, Frank had also been recruited into the team by Mike this time.
He was mainly responsible for planning routes and could also act as a diplomat when necessary.
After all, this alien dog could speak almost all alien languages, truly an alien language master.
"According to the coordinates, the fastest way from the Moon to Boglodotia will take more than a day." Frank flipped through some data with his paw and gave his answer.
With over sixty years of accumulated data, plus Serleena's recent contributions, the MIB Headquarters had many alien race coordinates.
Among them, coordinates for places like Boglodotia, Serleena's planet, and many insectoid planets were key areas of "attention" for the MIB Headquarters.
"More than a day? Then set sail, destination: Boglodotia!" Mike issued the command.
The Bergrodoans, with their "Plunder" talent, did not sound like a benevolent race, not to mention having a leader like Boris the Animal.
Therefore, if the Cosmic Guardian Team wanted to maintain cosmic peace, Boglodotia was a necessary stop for them.