To show their respect for Agent K, the MIB Headquarters ultimately decided to dispatch Agent J, Agent K's "successor" whom he had trained, along with Mike, the organization's new generation legend, to welcome back the old generation legend.
"So, why are you here too?" At the entrance of a logistics company in the Brook Commercial District, Agent J looked at the alien dog that had followed him, his expression one of clear disdain.
"As your temporary partner, you unilaterally decided to switch partners without my permission, which truly hurts an alien dog's feelings." Frank's dog face showed a look of disappointment.
But before Agent J could feel guilty, the alien dog suddenly changed its expression, continuing with a gleam in its eyes, "Of course, my coming here this time has nothing to do with you. It's purely out of personal feelings. You know, in your human words, I'm also a fan of Agent K…"
"Once he makes his comeback this time, maybe I'll also have a chance to become his partner."
Finally, the alien dog Frank gave Agent J a look of disdain, indicating that the two had now become rivals.
"With you? How could Agent K partner with a dog?" Agent J also showed a mocking expression.
Afterward, the man and the dog began their respective Rap performances on the topic of who could become K's new partner.
Mike, after watching the lively scene with interest for a while, shook his head and walked alone into the logistics factory in front of him.
More than three years had passed since Agent K retired. During these three years, K first went to a small country to teach English in a middle school.
However, perhaps unaccustomed to the abnormal living atmosphere there, K, after being a teacher for half a school year, returned to New York.
Subsequently, after the MIB Headquarters learned of K's return, they used their connections to recruit him into the current logistics company, which had little work and good benefits.
It was considered a perk for retired agents.
Now, Agent K had become the supervisor of this company through his personal abilities.
Facts proved that excellent people remain excellent no matter where they go.
"Long time no see, Agent K—!" As soon as Mike entered the logistics company, he saw K skillfully guiding the workers.
He looked to be in excellent spirits, not at all like a retired old man.
"You've got the wrong person. My name is Kay, but I'm not an agent." Then, K continued with professional dedication, "So, do you have something to send, sir?"
The main business of this logistics company was to help customers store express deliveries.
"No, you're exactly who I'm looking for, Agent K, the MIB's previous legend." The reason Mike agreed to come and bring K back to duty this time was also to get a head start.
After all, only K knew where the Light of Zartha was hidden now.
"Moreover, haven't you noticed? All your colleagues work too fast, so in fact, they are all aliens." To help Agent K "recover" quickly, Mike directly revealed the truth.
The MIB Headquarters' connections were mainly with aliens, so the job arranged for K was naturally related to aliens.
This seemingly ordinary logistics company in front of them was a company specifically established for alien immigrants.
"You're saying Tom and Mickey are aliens?" K looked back at his employees, as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.
But before he could laugh out loud, those employees named Tom and Mickey, under Mike's scrutinizing gaze, removed their disguises.
After shedding their human skin, the employees revealed their true forms: some were three meters tall and covered in muscles, while others were less than a meter tall but had antennae on their heads.
In short, they could not possibly be human.
K's expression instantly froze. It took him a good while to accept the fact that his colleagues, with whom he had worked for more than two years, were all aliens.
Then, K seemed to remember something, walked to an item sorting machine, squatted down, and after pulling open the cabinet below, revealed a relieved expression.
It turned out that inside this item sorting machine, an alien with eight arms was sitting.
This alien, while leisurely sorting various items, even had a free hand to smoke.
"Jerry, I told you not to smoke while working." A moment later, K instantly transformed into a supervisor again, helping the eight-armed alien extinguish the cigarette in its mouth.
It should be known that the most common goods received by this logistics company were letters, and these paper items could not withstand sparks.
"Sorry, Kay. I'll be careful next time—!" The eight-armed alien smiled apologetically before pulling the cabinet door shut again, seemingly wanting to continue working diligently.
As for K seeing its true form, the eight-armed alien was not worried.
After all, the aliens who could work here were all legal alien immigrants recorded by the MIB Headquarters.
Moreover, Kay, as a former agent of the MIB, was not an outsider.
K, watching the cabinet door close and then a faint wisp of smoke emerge, shook his head and said nothing more.
Then, he turned to Mike and said, "Now, we can continue our previous agent topic."
It's no wonder K was called a "legend"; his psychological fortitude was truly outstanding.
"K, you can ask me anything you want to know…" At this moment, Agent J, who had just finished arguing with the alien dog, walked in, enthusiastically put his arm around K's shoulder, and interjected, "Who made us such close partners before?"
"You're lying! We all know you were always a burden when you partnered with Agent K." The alien dog Frank also came before Agent K, seeking attention, saying, "Agent K, I'm your admirer. You can consider me for this new position. I can do anything, and I can even tell you different jokes to make you happy."
Well, as a chatty alien dog, Frank indeed had no real marketable skills.
"So, are all the agents of the MIB such unreliable guys?" K avoided the talking alien dog, then pushed away Agent J's arm, selectively moving closer to Mike.
After all, compared to the remaining man and dog, the handsome Mike looked more pleasing to the eye and felt more reliable.
"After you left, Agent J indeed caused a lot of trouble…" Mike pretended not to notice Agent J's meaningful glance and continued, "How about this, we can talk as we walk. The MIB Headquarters has a memory restoration machine; you'll understand everything then."
The MIB had memory erasers, and naturally, also memory restorers.
Saying more to K now was not as good as helping him restore his memory sooner.
And on the way back, Mike also conveniently told him about the Light of Zartha, allowing K to have some psychological preparation for the upcoming work.
"Agent K, welcome home…"
"Agent K, do you still remember me? I'm your admirer…"
"Hello, Agent K…"
As if by prior arrangement, the MIB agents who knew K was "coming home" today had all gathered in front of the MIB Headquarters.
Facing the return of the old legend, their faces were filled with enthusiastic smiles.
"Welcome back, Agent K. Now I'll take you to restore your memory." Agent O, after bypassing the enthusiastic agents, also came before K like an old friend.
And with Agent O's appearance, the other agents also suppressed their excitement, though their eyes remained on K.
This was a rare "living fossil"!
Although Mike was also a legend, emotionally speaking, his abilities were too powerful, making him a bit distant from ordinary agents.
K, however, was different; he had climbed up from an ordinary agent bit by bit, which resonated more with the experiences of most agents.
"Wait, wait…" Just as Agent O was about to leave the hall with K, a excited figure suddenly appeared on the large screen at the front of the hall.
"Agent K, do you know me? I'm MJ, Agent M, a newly joined agent of the organization. At the same time, I'm also your admirer!" MJ, who was preparing for a new album release elsewhere, excitedly said via video, "So, Agent K. Could you give me an autograph?"
As the current King of Pop, Kay occasionally listened to some of MJ's songs when he worked at the logistics company.
However, what K didn't expect was that a star like him was also a MIB, and even his admirer.
Of course, from MJ's perspective, this was very understandable.
After all, MJ's dream was to maintain world peace, and when he heard about Agent K's legendary forty-plus years of experience, he naturally grew fond of K, a diligent "legend" who fought to maintain world peace.
At the same time, K, feeling he hadn't quite adapted to his new identity, looked towards Agent O.
"Agent M helped us find Serleena's spaceship, which had smuggled her to Earth, not long ago. That's a great achievement…" It was because of this that Agent O didn't immediately cut off MJ's seemingly playful video call.
It should be known that the spaceship brought by Serleena not only contained various cutting-edge technologies, but that spaceship also recorded many exoplanet coordinates.
This allowed the MIB to explore outer space more effectively.
"Perhaps you don't know who Serleena is yet, but you just need to know she's an invader." Concerned that Agent K, who hadn't recovered his memory, wouldn't understand, Agent O thoughtfully explained Serleena's identity to him.
"No, Mr. Mike has already told me about the Kylothian race on the way…" Agent K was quick to accept new information, and also understood that MJ had done something beneficial to the organization.
From a sensory perspective, MJ's impression on Agent K was also better than that of Agent J and the alien chatterbox dog.
So, after some consideration, Agent K pulled out his work signature book from his pocket and casually wrote: "Wishing MJ success in his work, and that his new songs become increasingly enjoyable."
Finally, he also left his code name in the organization: Agent K.
At this, MJ on the other end of the video was delighted, cheering, "Mike, please keep the autograph safe for me. Be sure to give it to me when you get back."
"Got it, got it." Mike waved his hand, signaling the staff to cut the video feed.
As Mike, who had also saved Earth several times, he was definitely not retaliating against MJ.
After all, the other party was just an auxiliary agent, only responsible for intelligence gathering, and he didn't need to be too involved in other matters.
Moreover, this time, the alien spaceship of Serleena wasn't found by MJ himself, but through information obtained from his fans.
Therefore, MJ should just keep singing well. The more fans he has, who knows, he might even get more useful intelligence from them.