Chapter 1 . ,!

Jack's **rubber-like resilience allowed him to be stretched and shortened at will, like a basketball or soccer ball. He had extremely strong defense against blunt force trauma, but was very vulnerable to stabs and punctures.

With Fang Senyan's +7 West, a slash easily pierced through, and with a forceful upward flick, his left leg was severed!

After this horizontal slash, a large amount of yellowish-green liquid gushed out from the end of Jack's severed leg, violently and frenetically!

To put it in perspective, it was like a fire hose on a fire truck, cut in two, with liquid spraying everywhere, and the severed pieces writhing and twitching wildly on the ground.

Although Jack's body had considerable flexibility, losing a leg still threw him off balance, causing him to wobble and nearly fall.

Fang Senyan immediately grabbed an old guitar and hurled it at Jack's head. The strings buzzed and clanged as the guitar broke into several pieces. The impact struck Jack's chin, snapping his head up even as he was falling forward.

Fang Senyan pounced on him, smashing an elbow down on his head, forcefully pinning him. Without giving him any chance to recover, he drew Wild Ambition and fired a shot at his head!

With a deafening roar, the pale blue smoke of gunpowder swirled around. Though the smell was choking, Fang Senyan felt a strange sense of familiarity. After being shot, Jack's head exploded like a balloon, splattering Fang Senyan's face.

Strangely, the exploding fluids and secretions had an indescribable sweet aroma, not the disgusting stench Fang Senyan had expected.

Jack remained motionless for a long moment after the headshot. Then, bizarrely, the severed end of his neck began to writhe, and a fist-sized fleshy tumor began to grow.

This "tumor" rapidly grew upon exposure to air, like a sprout becoming a tree, successfully growing a new head. This new head was identical to Jack's old one, except it was dripping wet, as if coated in glue.

Fang Senyan pressed the muzzle of his gun against the new head. “Mr. Jack, I know getting your head blown off hurts, and regenerating one takes a lot of energy, so don't give me a reason to pull the trigger.”

Jack gasped, working his facial muscles with a grimace. He shouted angrily, "I really don't have any imported goods (referring to weapons imported from other planets)! We only got the notice last night that a group of outsiders reeking of blood would arrive on Earth. So, in less than twenty-four hours, I did several big deals, clearing out three years' worth of inventory! Damn it, why didn't I keep one for myself?"

"Got the notice last night..." Fang Senyan mused, "Looks like someone triggered a related hidden mission in this world last night, which triggered the subsequent plot, so we're suffering along with it, increasing the difficulty! So, the idiot who just got killed by the Zerg alien was the first sacrifice?"

"Damn it! Don't you believe I don't have that stuff??? If I did, I'd take it out, aim it at your head, and pull the trigger, you rotten native protein, you filthy nucleic acid! Let me go! I'm a legitimate taxpayer, properly registered with the Universal Management Bureau and paying my taxes on time."

Mr. Jack shouted furiously, struggling violently, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Fang Senyan turned and frowned. "How can I make him shut up?"

Gold Mine, looking eager, immediately said, "That's easy! First, you stuff his mouth shut..."

Fang Senyan grabbed a towel and stuffed it in.

"Then take off his clothes."

Fang Senyan ripped off Mr. Jack's clothes. The naked body underneath was like any other American, thin but still with chest hair, and one or two tattoos that were almost too faded to see.

"Then take off his pants."

".........This isn't the time to play around!" Fang Senyan roared, annoyed.

"I'm not playing around!" Gold Mine chuckled evilly. Fang Senyan: "........Fine, I'll take them off!"

Mr. Jack shouted furiously again. This was the normal reaction of ninety-nine percent of men when another man takes off their pants. Fang Senyan could barely hold him down, so he simply aimed at his head and fired another shot. The world became quiet before Mr. Jack's head could grow back.

"What now?" Fang Senyan wiped the green slime from his face.

Gold Mine shrugged. "Reach out and grab his thing."

Fang Senyan: "........You motherf***er!"

Then, he laughed angrily, "Am I supposed to give him a hand job next?"

Gold Mine sighed, then stepped forward, grabbed Mr. Jack's urination apparatus, and tugged it upwards. Fang Senyan was stunned. Under Gold Mine's action, Mr. Jack's belly seemed to be unzipped, revealing the contents inside.

There was no bloody mess of internal organs in his stomach, but a large crystal-like thing. Inside the "crystal," like a "three-bedroom apartment," were many compartments. A fist-sized alien extended two long tentacles and looked over, the two eyes on the tentacles glaring angrily at him. The unfortunate Mr. Jack's real body looked like a shelled French snail.

Fang Senyan tapped the transparent "crystal" with his finger and laughed. "Dear Mr. Jack, you will do whatever I say, or something very terrible might happen."

Mr. Jack intertwined his two tentacles and struck a baseball swing pose at Fang Senyan, full of contempt.

Fang Senyan sighed and snapped his fingers at Gold Mine, who was eager to try things out...

About half an hour later, Mr. Jack's panicked face appeared on the Men in Black headquarters surveillance video. "I need to request Level III support!! I repeat, I need to request Level III support!"

The duty officer yawned lazily. So-called Level III support was similar to minor traffic accidents or neighborhood quarrels in the real world, trivial matters that even 110 (the Chinese equivalent of 911) wouldn't want to deal with. But Jack's terrible and panicked voice kept swirling like a nightmare, so the duty officer impatiently said, "Understood, state the reason."

Mr. Jack said with a long face, "A young man rushed into my shop, demanding that I put all the valuables and cash into the bag he brought. Because my business has been bad lately, he was disappointed. So, he, he shot me in the head... And the process of my head growing back made him pass out."

The duty officer said impatiently, "So, have you subdued him now?"

Mr. Jack said hatefully, "I've tied him to the chair next to me, and he doesn't seem to be waking up any time soon."

The duty officer yawned and ticked off an item on the Class VI incidents list, which represented the lightest contact event.

"Mr. Jack, if you can bring him to our headquarters..."

"I don't have time! I've heard enough of your verbal thanks."

"Very well, then, in no more than twenty minutes, our Men in Black agent... Mr. G will be at your service. The robber who shot you in the head will have this memory erased and will be sentenced to seventeen years in federal prison for attempted murder, with no parole or bail. This is operator number six speaking. If you are satisfied with my service, please press 1 plus the pound sign. If you have any questions or complaints about my service, please also press 1 plus the pound sign..."

Listening to the monotonous voice coming from the telephone receiver, Mr. Jack glared at Fang Senyan with hatred. "If I didn't have just as little affection for those Men in Black guys, I definitely wouldn't have made this call. Absolutely not!"

Fang Senyan flicked him away with a finger and turned to Gold Mine. "What do you think about what I'm going to do next?"

Gold Mine took out a broken fly swatter and quickly pressed down on Mr. Jack, who was squirming and crawling away, trying to escape. He added solemnly, "You need to think this through. This is the world of the Men in Black. If you attack that Men in Black agent Mr. G, it could mean challenging the order of this world! It's like killing someone in your world. Killing an ordinary person and killing a policeman or a sentry will be viewed very differently. The former would be classified as internal contradictions among the people, while the latter could be severely cracked down on as an anti-social, anti-government element!"

Fang Senyan was silent for a moment before saying, "I know all that you're saying, but I'm even clearer about one thing! If I don't attack Mr. G, then the challenge to the extreme is almost doomed to fail. And for me, who still has to complete the Bloody World challenge, failure means death!"

"If I attack him, then at least I have a fifty percent chance of passing the challenge to the extreme. Even if I'm wanted and hunted throughout New York, even the entire United States, there's still a glimmer of hope! This damn world!! I have no choice at all!"

By the end of his speech, Fang Senyan was gritting his teeth!

Gold Mine clapped his hands with an evil smile. "Good, good, very exciting. Now that you've determined your goal, don't hesitate, and work hard to achieve it!"

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