Big Monster

Agent J couldn't help shouting subconsciously: "Mom, Fuck? What the hell is this?"

agent t?How did he get thrown out?Have you met aliens?

Many thoughts appeared in his mind instantly, Agent J subconsciously took out his weapon, and walked out of the car.

However, before Agent J could speak, the moment he pushed the car door, a palm with the size of a cattail fan seemed to be grabbing a chicken, grabbed his neck and dragged him out of the car.

As the man in black, Agent J has excellent physical fitness and is always in danger.

Normally, a dozen or so well-trained policemen might not be able to beat him to death.

What?Why do you think I'm such a dish?

Don't make trouble, I'm not a superman, do you think I have cheats on me?

But looking at this one?

Detective J, who was about to beat his chest with his small fists, couldn't help swallowing.

Me?Is the other party really a normal human being?How can it be so strong?

By the way, didn't Agent T's report say that the other party was just a fat man?Do you have any misunderstandings about being fat and being strong?

Before Agent J could speak, he felt an extremely terrifying force that lifted his body into the air, and then flew more than ten meters away, before he landed heavily on the ground.

He felt dizzy, his body seemed to be falling apart,

And at this time, his wise partner, Detective T, pulled out an energy weapon from nowhere at this moment, and shot that big fat man.

Agent J subconsciously wants to stop this mentally retarded guy, because this guy is really mentally retarded!

Although the other party is very strong and unbelievably strong, it is undeniable that this is a human being. Although they ib have law enforcement powers against aliens, what about earthlings?

Although self-defense is also allowed, the use of black technology weapons is never allowed.

But it's a pity that it's too late, after all, my partner is really wise!

"boom!"

In Agent J's desperate eyes, a dazzling bright blue beam of light was fiercely fired out.

The fat man is dead, this fat man is definitely dead!

You must know that this is the No. 50 atomic gun, a black technology weapon that surpasses this era by at least [-] years.

However, what Agent J didn't expect was that with a violent explosion, when the smoke cleared, the strong earthling was not dead, and in front of him, at some point stood a suspected human creature.

In the light blue casual suit, most of the sleeves have been carbonized, and there is a faint smell of burnt in the air. The open flame on it is extinguished casually, revealing black scales that are as bright as jewels.

Looking at Agent T not far away with completely unhuman amber eyes, Nagini's expression is very indifferent. At this moment, his impression is completely different from before!

Agent t aware of the problem,

When he was in the restaurant before, although Nagini looked at him with bad eyes, he didn't feel threatened.

But it's different now, the other party's indifferent eyes give Agent T the feeling that he is like a great devil who destroys the world!

Almost subconsciously, Agent T adjusted the power of the No. [-] atomic gun to the maximum. He had a strong feeling that the other party wanted to kill him, and the other party would definitely kill him!

As it turns out, his guess was correct.

Because the next moment, a terrifying coercion directly enveloped Agent T, and then in his frightened eyes, the No. [-] atomic gun in his hand was squeezed by an invisible force.

"Crack!"

Detective T let out a painful howl, and the index finger holding the trigger of the No. [-] atomic gun seemed to be hit hard by a hammer, and it exploded on the surface of the gun with blood, flesh and bone fragments.

White bones, transparent tendons, and blood-colored flesh, on the No. [-] atomic gun, an abstract and distorted flower bloomed.

Then, like a chain reaction, starting from his fingers, the terrible pressure continued to squeeze his body, the blood rushed to the heart frantically, and the muscles trembled unceasingly.

They screamed, trying to adapt to the devastating pressure, but in the end they could only watch their blood vessels burst.

Detective T felt like he was going to die. He had a splitting headache and his heart was convulsing constantly. Every muscle and blood vessel in his body felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

He even felt that his eyeballs would burst open in the next second, and his blood-congested brain would lift off his skull, spewing out the brain matter mixed with blood.

He wanted to shout out and vent all the pain, but the materialized pressure imprisoned his body.

A faint but disturbing voice came out of his throat intermittently.

It's like constipation, but much more painful than that.

And just when Agent T thought he was going to die, Agent J who was thrown out by Wilson looked hesitantly at the indifferent man in front of him: "Nagini?"

Chapter 168 tasteless

Hearing the sound, Nagini turned his head to look, with a look of doubt: "You know me?"

Due to distraction, Detective T, who was about to be squeezed into a pool of rotten meat, finally had a little time to breathe. He panted heavily, and looked at Nagini with a look of horror: "Boss, I... "

However, before Agent T finished speaking, Agent J glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!"

Then he looked at Nagini, ignoring the scales on Nagini's arm, but with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my friend has a brain problem, don't be as knowledgeable as him, you were eating just now, right? How about I pay for this meal?"

A look of inquiry flashed in Wilson's eyes. Don't look at him as a bigwig in New York's underground world, but after seeing the atomic gun, he knew that he must follow Nagini's suggestion on this matter.

There are many circles in this world. It seems that most people in New York don't know Wilson, but everyone in the underground world of New York knows who Kim is.

Things like atomic guns are known to be black technology at a glance, and Wilson has almost zero experience in dealing with this problem. After all, he is a gangster, not a terrorist. Black technology does more harm than good to him.

One of the prerequisites for success is humility.

Never point fingers in front of commissioners, a joke is a small matter, and a loss is a big deal.

At the same time, Nagini stared at Agent J, his eyes flickering with thought.

He thought for a while, and finally lifted the basilisk state:

"Forget it, no need, tell your friend to be careful, you won't be so lucky next time."

After getting Nagini's approval, Agent J hurriedly dragged Agent T and walked outside Chinatown without looking back. As for the Mercedes-Benz parked at the door?

He ignored it, someone will deal with it later.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Nagini thought for a while, and a flash of thought flashed in his eyes: "Wilson,"

Wilson frowned: "Huh?"