Extreme Demon Little Farmer

"Hiss ~" Ling Feiyu took a breath with a pale face, and drops of sweat as big as beans fell from his forehead.

Haitang asked with concern, "Mr. Ling, are you ok? Why do you sweat so much all of a sudden? Do you want me to call someone to have a look? "

Ling Feiyu reluctantly waved his hand, "I'm ok, you continue to say your." The impact of the avatar's mind was fed back to the Buddha, which made him feel bad. After he left Zhang Xing, he came to baitouying country because of Nader's disappearance.

That guy turned to Ling Feiyu's inner state farm. Kasha and Nisha refused him to take refuge. Nader had only one place to go. MIB headquarters in New York City on the east coast, whose responsibilities are similar to those of the Third Bureau, has broader functions and greater powers, and can even act directly beyond the official approval of the white headed eagle state.

Ling Feiyu is now in the head office of Chuanlong restaurant in New York City, waiting for MIB to show up.

As far as he knows, Kevin, a senior agent of MIB, comes to Chuanlong for dinner every evening. This guy is very interesting. He always looks at the ten minute menu, asks about the special dishes of the day three times, hesitates for a long time, and finally orders the same thing forever.

"Mapo Tofu with double cooked meat, no rice, give me a cage of steamed buns." Kevin walked in and sat close to the cash register. He was also close to the door. He ordered the order before he sat down, which was not in line with the old style.

His assistant, middle agent James, came later and said, "Hey! Old man, you didn't hesitate to order today. "

Kevin said without expression, "I know exactly what I want, rookie. How about you?"

James Leng for a while, "old thing, you are the most grindstone in the past!" The attendant next to him asked if he would order now, and Heipi blurted out, "give me the chicken with bread on the side of the bowl, less pepper, thank you."

"That dish is called ground pot chicken." Kevin said.

"I know, but don't you think it's a strange name? The ground, the frying pan, the chicken, the way the Chinese people name the dishes is really puzzling." James pushed the dishes off the table. He looked into Kevin's eyes. "Look into my eyes. I said look into my eyes. How serious is this? I've never seen you so haunted as you are now. "

Kevin dodged his gaze. "Boy, if I say that, you'll be scared out of MIB."

James chuckled with disdain, and his face seemed to say, "you old guy don't look down on people anymore." come on, if I'm not scared by you, I'll eat the pepper in Mapo Tofu. "

"Hoo..." Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be thinking about whether to accept the bet. He was silent for a long time. Until James ordered something, he said, "eat your sliced chicken. There's still a lot to do after eating."

Black skin helplessly stare big ox's eyes, he has no way to take this white old thing, "do you know, when I rise to senior agent, I will know all the things you are hiding from me now, do you know why? Because we'll have the same damn level then! I'll know the damn truth you're hiding from me! "

His mood is almost out of control. James can't stand the pressure on his partner alone, which makes him feel powerless.

Kevin is as calm as usual. He pours the steaming steamed buns on Mapo Tofu and lets the reddish brown soup of tofu wrap the white steamed buns and stuff them into his mouth one by one.

When the old man ate the third bun, he suddenly looked up and saw a very familiar young man smiling at him on the table not far away. Kevin chewed the food in his mouth calmly and swallowed it.

"James, that's where we used to aim."

"What? Who is it? " James is putting what he calls bread slices into the soup, and he is unarmed. His chopsticks are very poor, far less skilled than his partner.

Heipi turned his head and saw Ling Feiyu with a smile on his face. He was surprised and said, "the boss of Feiyu group! He is the main suspect in the case of Hong Chou! Why is he here? "

Kevin continues to eat steamed stuffed bun and purrs spicy tofu in his mouth. It's rare for him to be such a spicy Chinese. His mouth is full of red oil and his face is not red and his breath is not panting.

He whispered, "I'm afraid it's waiting for us."

"I'll get in touch with the headquarters and have someone come over there." James stealthily takes out his communicator, which can send out signals that can ignore xiuren's divine sense. It is an example of using technology to defeat magic.

"No, I'll go and talk to him first. You stay here." Kevin picked up his plate, served the steamed stuffed buns with Mapo bean curd and a mouthful of stewed pork. He calmly went to Ling Feiyu's table and sat down.

Ling Feiyu nodded to him with a smile, "Begonia, help me order, you look at the match."

"Where's the wine? Here is the dry red and dry white of the moon winery. " Begonia got up, let them have private space.

"No, thank you. I have work to do later. I can't drink. Maybe next time." Kevin said with a polite smile, because he often comes to Chuanlong's head office, he knows all the clerks here.

After all, he used to be the main object of surveillance. Kevin knows haidayou and Haitang very well.

Kevin put the dish of double cooked pork in the middle of the table. "Chinese people have the habit of eating together. I think it's very good. It will produce family cohesion. Everyone eats in the same bowl and dish..."

"I think it's better for you to pick up the key points. Your partner can't help shaking people... Shaking people means group fighting." Ling Feiyu beckons to James, who immediately relaxes. At least in his opinion, Ling Feiyu has no intention of starting.

Kevin brewed for a while, wiped his mouth and said seriously, "you have three bureaus in China. We WHITE HEADED EAGLE have MIB, which have similar functions, but different powers and different means. In the third inning, we prefer to use magic to defeat magic. We prefer to use the technology of blending magic to restrain all supernatural forces. "

"I know all this. Your partner's communicator has built-in isolation and prohibition, which can avoid the influence of divine consciousness and other forces. It's a very clever means. I admire it." Ling Feiyu is sincere.

He used Fazhen and BanZhi to simulate modern technology, such as making magic guns, flying boats and so on, and even loading magic guns with city power on small flying boats!

Kevin didn't pick up and said to himself, "according to your rules, practitioners who appear in China need to be registered in the Third Bureau, and their entry and exit are strictly monitored. It's the same on our side, but a few times your entry is illegal. "

"Oh, I did come uninvited a few times." Ling Feiyu admits it.

"Your presence has caused a lot of trouble to me and my colleagues. Fortunately, nothing serious happened in the end. What are you here for Kevin finally got to the point. He took out a small object similar to a compass from his pocket and put it on the table.

The pointer under the glass cover is spinning like a pump. It doesn't stop at all!

Kevin's Adam's apple quivered, "immeasurable energy level, who are you..."