To protect themselves and restore the dignity lost from the prince's death, the Arquillians had already put pressure on Earth.
Of course, their demands were also very reasonable; they did not pursue the matter of the prince being killed on Earth, only requesting that Earth help them retrieve the energy ball called the Arquilian Galaxy.
As for Earth, which was innocently dragged into the vortex, facing the Arquillian fleet gathered near Earth's outer space, the best way to respond was to kill the Bug Warrior, retrieve the Arquilian Galaxy, and return the Arquilian Galaxy to the Arquillians.
Therefore, this Bug Warrior, who came to Earth to cause trouble, absolutely could not be let go.
"I told you already, 'It's' right there..." As she was about to be grabbed by the disgusting Bug Warrior, her nose filled with a strange smell, Laurel, on the verge of collapse, accused Agent J, "You scoundrel, do you only think with your lower body? To hell with your coffee!"
Apparently, the woman was mocking Agent J's previous infatuation.
Facing the beautiful female forensic doctor's complaint, Agent J seemed to have his thoughts exposed and awkwardly explained, "It's all a misunderstanding. The situation at the time was indeed very complicated... Why didn't you just call for help?"
The truth was: I thought you were flirting with me, but then you said you were playing a game of 'Infernal Affairs' with your eyes.
Who would have thought of that—
"I was already being held hostage at that time... Forget it, we have no chemistry at all." Laurel glared at Agent J, indicating she didn't want to speak to him anymore.
"Are you two 'flirting'?" The Bug Warrior, constantly on guard against the agents, finally reached the window. Having witnessed a human emotional drama, it was in a rare mood to tease the two parties involved.
"Shut up—" X2
Agent J and Laurel spoke in unison with perfect synchronicity.
"Hmmph—" The Bug Warrior found their reaction amusing. With a sinister grin, it shrugged its shoulders, then grabbed the cat and the female forensic doctor, broke through the morgue window, and jumped down.
By the time the two agents, hearing the female forensic doctor's screams, rushed to the window, the Bug Warrior, who had jumped from the third floor, was already holding the female forensic doctor and the cat, running towards the street outside the hospital.
Biu, biu, biu—
Noisy Cricket 4's energy blasts shot out from the window. Agents J and K tried to stop the Bug Warrior from leaving, but with little success.
Watching the Bug Warrior rush onto the main road and steal a passerby's car, Agent J gritted his teeth and pulled out the powerful "Noisy Cricket" from his embrace.
Boom—
Accompanied by a huge roar, Agent J was once again pushed back by the recoil.
In the open space next to the Bug Warrior's car outside, a huge pit had been blown out, with black smoke continuously rising.
Clearly, Agent J had deliberately aimed wide, after all, Laurel was still in the car.
However, Agent J's warning shot did not scare the Bug Warrior. Instead, the huge commotion caused the passersby on the road to fall into chaos.
Several private cars rear-ended each other in the disturbance, and for a time, there was the roar of cars and the panicked shouts of humans everywhere.
By the time Agent J, one hand on his waist and the other holding "Noisy Cricket," returned to the window, the Bug Warrior had already taken advantage of the chaos to start the car.
And just as Agent J was about to fire a second "Noisy Cricket," Agent K, standing beside him, stopped him and shook his head: "There are too many people on the street. Are you sure you won't harm innocent people?"
With that one sentence, Agent J, who had been hot-headed, immediately calmed down.
Seventh Avenue belongs to the New York economic zone. There are many wealthy people living here, and if a large-scale riot occurred here, it would not be as easy to cover up as in a slum like Queens.
"Come with me! We need backup—" Watching the Bug Warrior disappear into the sea of cars, Agent K led Agent J downstairs.
"In such emergency situations, we generally need to call for 'sweepers' to intervene to ensure things don't get out of control..."
While going downstairs, Agent K, like an old mother, imparted his years of experience in handling affairs.
His urgent speech also sounded a bit like he was making "final arrangements."
Soon, Agent K, who arrived at his "supercar" downstairs, dialed the MIB Headquarters.
On the other end of the line were Agent O, the head of the MIB, and Agent Z, who manages information.
"That's the situation. We're requesting 'sweepers' to help with the cleanup. Also, my partner and I need to continue tracking the Bug Warrior..." Agent K briefly explained the situation and stated his request.
"You've done your best. I'll gather the surrounding 'sweepers' to help you with the cleanup." Agent O, upon hearing the bad news, did not blame Old K for his ineffectiveness. Instead, she comforted him, "Also, Agent K. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Don't forget you still have the Organization behind you..."
"How about this, besides the 'sweepers,' I'll find another agent to help you."
Before Agent K could object, Agent O hung up the call.
"Hello, Agent M, where are you? Agent K and Agent J need backup at Seventh Avenue..."
Mike, whose car was stuck on Sixth Avenue, received a call from Agent O from Headquarters.
"New mission?" Tina, also sitting in the back, asked curiously when Mike put down the internal phone.
"Yes, the plan has changed. Eric can be seen later. Now we need to go support another agent team..." Mike explained, "Perhaps our traffic jam this time was caused by them."
After finishing his chat with Tina, Mike looked at the driver, Needy, in front and gave the order: "I don't care how you do it, I need you to get me to Seventh Avenue Hospital within five minutes."
The situation was urgent, and the roaring sound from the direction of Seventh Avenue earlier indicated that something big might have happened there.
"Five minutes? You're kidding, right? It might be possible if there wasn't traffic, but in this situation..." The cold-faced driver in the front hadn't spoken yet, but Tina on the side was already starting to worry for her.
It was over ten kilometers from here to Seventh Avenue Hospital, and it required passing at least three traffic lights. Even when the road conditions were good and there was no traffic, five minutes might not be achievable.
Looking at the long line of vehicles outside the car window that had completely blocked the road, Tina had reason to suspect that Mike was specifically targeting Needy.
"No problem, it's going to be bumpy." Unlike the girl sitting in the back, Needy's expression remained indifferent, but she subtly reminded the others to fasten their seatbelts.
Mike's Lexus was precisely the multi-functional "supercar" he had received from Headquarters. It was not only powerful but also had many features: it could change its appearance, climb slopes, go into the sea, and even fly short distances.
In any case, Needy, who had lived at the MIB Headquarters for over two and a half years, understood the performance of this "supercar" very well and had no difficulty operating it.5
To Tina's astonished eyes, this medium-sized Lexus car body swayed twice, the chassis rose by more than forty centimeters, the interior space also expanded slightly, and two rows of thick anti-collision bars thoughtfully appeared at the front and rear of the car.
Within a few seconds, this sedan model Lexus transformed into a rugged, hard-lined SUV behemoth.
Moreover, beneath the unseen chassis, several nitrous oxide acceleration cylinders were already ready for deployment.
This was one of the "supercar's" many functions, commonly known as off-road mode.
Subsequently, Needy skillfully "nudged" and "shoved" this giant Lexus back and forth. Once there was enough turning space, the cold-faced girl floored the accelerator, and amidst the curses of the drivers in front and behind, she drove the car onto the curb beside the road.
With a roaring exhaust, the Lexus began to accelerate, driving over the low flowerbeds along the roadside.
Then, the nitrous oxide acceleration device began to operate, emitting a faint blue light, and soon the car entered an extreme speed state.
One could see a overbearing Lexus speeding past several stalled "long lines" of cars, leaving behind bursts of roaring sound.
"Cool, this is the best off-road vehicle I've ever seen..."
"Yah-hoo—! What kind of car is this! I want to buy this..."
"Go! Go, go, go!!! Go..."
A few seconds later, many drivers stuck on the road discovered the unique Lexus and eagerly poked their heads out to watch, then cheered loudly.
It was as if they had loaded their own intentions onto that free off-road vehicle.
It was a form of finding joy in hardship—
After more than four minutes of bumpy travel, the three of them, Mike, successfully arrived near Seventh Avenue Hospital.
At this time, many "sweepers" in black suits were already blocking this section of the road in front of the hospital with small flags and cone roadblocks.
"How do you feel?" The Lexus, which had returned to its unremarkable appearance, stopped smoothly by the side of the road, and at the same time, Mike asked the girl next to him how she felt.
"Very exciting, like riding a rapid river pirate ship..." Some of her long hair was messily plastered to her slightly pale face, making Tina look a bit disheveled, but her bright eyes proved that the girl was currently in a state of high excitement.
Thinking about it, it made sense; how could a girl who had entered society with her younger siblings at a very young age be scared by a little bit of turbulence?
"Good job! Now let's go meet the other two agents and see what help they need." After showing concern for Tina, Mike led her towards the cordon set up by the MIB.