"I want to report this to the headquarters." After K's rope was untied, he searched the prophet Roman and took out a huge big brother from his pocket.

"No." Fan Mang stopped K, "I am a future person. If I contact people in this time and space too much, it will affect the future, so we can only solve it."

"Then you have told me so much now, will it not affect the future?" K looked at Fan Mang suspiciously.

"Use this." Fan Mang took out the memory remover, "This is a memory remover, much better than the one with the battery on your waist. As long as I clear your memory before leaving, you will not remember and will not change the future."

"You will continue to recruit J and me to join the organization decades later. By the way, who is the person in charge now? Is Z? What is O's main responsibility?"

"I believe your words more and more, but J is already organizing. Why should I re-hire him in the future?"

"No, it's not a J. Now this J may retire or sacrifice while performing tasks. I don't remember it. Anyway, before the J I knew, several people used this code name."

"Then didn't he think about changing the lucky code name?"

Fan Mang stared at K: "You are actually joking now, but you will change a lot in the future."

K still called: "Roman, the prophet of Baward Star, died, and he was in the playground and sent someone to deal with it."

"K, receive it, how are you doing today?" O's voice came out of the phone.

"It's okay, I have to deal with some things and go back later." K hung up the phone.

"Is it O? You and her? Forget it, I can't say too much. With your car, we have to find clues."

"What's wrong with O and me? We are just colleagues. I have girls I like, but I just can't meet." K said, taking Fan Mang to a car.

"You are driving this car now? It's really rare that you haven't let it be scrapped for more than 30 years." Fan Mang saw K's classic car, but it was considered a good car at this time.

"You mean I'll drive this car in the future?" K thought for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Have the organization developed any enhancement agent in the future? Why is your body so strong, like..."

"It's like an alien, right? Don't be embarrassed. The organization has been studying genetic medicines. The person in charge at that time was Professor Kidd. The part was successful, but it couldn't be used for everyone. It would turn into a monster. I have a gene mutation, so it's stronger."

"You mean Kidd became the person in charge? He was often scolded, and there were always problems with what he made."

Fan Mang wrote it down. This is Professor Kidd's black news. Maybe he should ask more questions, such as Z, O or other ace agents. If anyone objected when he was nominated for ace agent, he would reveal the black news!

"Well, then you know, where Boris will go next? Twenty-four hours, our time is tight." K asked.

"I remember it was a bowling alley. There was too detailed information. You didn't write it in the report. The matchbox, and there was a prompt on the matchbox. The alien prophet didn't smoke."

K took the matchbox that he took out from the prophet Roman. He was sure that he was not seen by the person who claimed to be F when he was searching for the body just now.

"We have to be faster, otherwise Boris will be taken first again, and I don't remember much." Fan Mang pointed his head.

Soon after driving to a bowling alley, K suddenly took out handcuffs from his body and wanted to punish Fan Mang, but Fan Mang was scolded.

"K, you never play according to common sense. I have learned from you. There is a key under the ashtray, right? You can open it yourself."

Fan Mang got out of the car, K took a look and took out the keys of the handcuffs from under the ashtray. He didn't tell anyone else about this habit, only his previous partner knew about it.

However, his previous partner was injured while performing a mission a few days ago and chose to withdraw from MIB. Otherwise, he would not be alone when he came to arrest Boris this time.

"It's not business hours now." The two of them stood in the bowling alley, looking at Fan Mang entering the door.

"I'll come to find your boss. If you continue to stop him, it's very likely that he will be killed by Boris. You haven't heard of the infamous name of the beast Boris, right?"

"What are you talking nonsense? This is our territory and no one can get in."

Fan Mang smiled: "Is that so? Then I'll perform for you."

Whoosh~~

An alien took out a gun on all four arms, but he felt his head hurt, and his eyes turned dark. His legs became soft and he collapsed on the ground.

Fan Mang looked at another guy with a big head and no neck: "Do you need me to pull your head down and kick it as a ball? Get out of the way!"

K walked in and saw an alien fainting on the ground, while another alien was groping on the ground, looking for his head.

When he saw Fan Mang walking towards the office, he quickly followed.

Fan Mang sighed, it was still too late. Maybe Boris had already arrived when he and K were still on the way.

When K saw this, he took out the giant big brother from his pocket, pulled out the antenna, and called the headquarters.

"O, I have a dead Para Star here, let my colleagues deal with it. I need your help to find some information and determine where Boris might go."

Fan Mang raised a magazine: "Factory, Dream Factory."

K said to the phone, "I think I know where it is."

Drive to DreamWorks. Fan Mang looked around and saw that all the retro atmosphere here made him feel fresh.

"Are you really a future agent? Is there anything strange here? I feel like you are here for a trip."

"K, if you see some retro things, you will want to see more. There are many aliens on it, which have been demolished in my time."

Fan Mang does have a travel mentality. He doesn't think the task is difficult to complete, and in fact he also tries to avoid being changed in the future. Some aliens die and he doesn't care.

"That's a pity. It's still very interesting here. I worked as an agent for three years before I found out that all the models are aliens. No wonder they have such good figures, no wonder many of them are so incredible."

At the door, K said the password and they entered. This was the first time Fan Mang had seen so many alien gatherings besides being at the headquarters.

"Hey, there are more than 1,500 aliens on Earth at this time, right? It seems that there are not all alien refugees here."

"Of course, why are there fewer aliens in the future? Will our place become a refugee camp? Let's go and meet the owner here."

Fan Mang saw a white-haired man taking pictures of several models in the distance. What about Chanel's brand artistic director, who will be called the fashion industry in the future, the fashion industry's Caesar and Lafayette?

"Hi, I'll bother you, you have a problem with your guests today."

"K, my guests have no problem, and today's party, I don't want to be disturbed. If you have something to do, you can book me next week."

Fan Mang walked over, grabbed Lao Fu's arm, and pinched it hard: "W, I think we should go and have a good talk."
Chapter completed!