"f,j, just this is the matter, you'll call us over at night?" The logistics colleague looked at half of the alien corpse on the road, which could be installed on the F pickup truck.

"Are we working in the middle of the night? Find out which planet he is from and notify us immediately. I suspect he is related to an alien smuggling spacecraft case we are going to investigate."

After his colleague left with the alien body, j returned to the car: "f, let's follow this road and see where it is."

J always feels that the alien appears abnormally, as if he is deliberately attracting their attention. If this is the case, then you may be surprised when you go in the opposite direction.

"f, let the heroic detective j take you to detect the case this time. We will definitely be able to handle this before the alien spacecraft arrives."

"Where is the specific address Wu Yuan told you? I think we should go there and wait, maybe we can find it." Fan Mang felt that if this alien was really related to smuggling spacecraft, then finding the spacecraft can find his accomplices. If it doesn't matter, then it will be too late to find his accomplices after dealing with the spacecraft matters.

"The arrival location of the alien spacecraft happens to be in this direction, Burlington County. Wu doesn't know the more detailed location. We want to change the license plate and cover the Mib's sign. Come on, drive to Burlington County."

Fan Mang pressed a button on the car, flipped the license plate of the pickup truck, changed the letters and numbers on it, and the Mib logo was hidden, and the aliens could not have imagined that this was Mib's car.

It took me almost two hours to arrive in Burlington County. It was already the second half of the night and it was quiet here.

"Beef patties, fried sausages... Haha, it's so beautiful." J arched his head twice, and his mouth made a dreamy sound.

Fan Mang looked at j with a squinted eyes, "You fuck me driving and sleeping by myself?" Looking at that expression, I must have done nothing good in my dream."

But he was a little hungry, so he took out the biscuits, chocolates and coke from the system space. When he finished his last sip of Coke and burped comfortably, he woke up.

"You went to buy Coke? And biscuits? Where is mine?"

"What's yours?"

"You didn't think about buying me one with food? We are partners. Didn't you say that Chinese people are generous to their friends?"

"Oh, when I bought it, I asked you if you want to eat it. You said you want to eat beef patties and fried sausages. There is no such thing in the convenience store." Fan Mang saw that J's expression seemed to be frozen, so he took out the biscuits and coke from the storage box beside him.

"Come on, your share. We've arrived in Burlington County, Detective J, what's next?"

"Wait." j stuffed biscuits into his mouth, "In my experience, not sleeping well will affect his efficiency."

"This is how you handled the case before? I'd better go around it a few times." Fan Mang shook his head and continued to drive, but he kept paying attention to the alien radar.

But he drove for two laps but didn't see a red dot. Could it be that they were making a mistake?

"Stop, parking, there is a tavern there, let's have a drink." Finally, I saw a place where I could rest, and I didn't want to stay in the car all night.

Fan Mang was originally not interested in such a tavern, but when he arrived at the door of the tavern, he twitched his nose twice.

It has made meritorious due to the super sense of smell. This smell is the same as the one from the dead alien!

"Oh~~Welcome to Moon Night Tavern. How about a big glass of ale beer?" The bartender greeted him warmly when he saw Fan Mang and the others come in.

Fan Mang's nose twitched twice, not only did he smell the alien, but he also had sweat, wine and some other smells in the tavern.

J also learned from Fan Mang to sniff: "Boss, you have grilled sausages here, right? Let's give us two."

"Hahaha, your nose is so good, but this was ordered by a friend, and I can't sell it to you." The bartender brought two large glasses of beer with malt aroma. "There are potato chips, maybe you can try cream popcorn."

"boss."

"Old John, my friends call me Old John."

"Old John, a friend who orders grilled sausages, does he like to ride a motorcycle? He is probably so tall and has very white skin, about one hundred and thirty pounds."

"Do you know Sam? He is a great motorcycle racer. But don't look at him as thin as he is full of muscles, he has at least one hundred and sixty pounds!" Old John said with a smile.

Hearing Fan Mang's description, j immediately understood who Fan Mang was talking about. Although he didn't know why Fan Mang asked Old John and found out at once, it was time for him to cooperate.

"It's Sam. He's riding a motorcycle is amazing. But he made an appointment with us to meet here and participate in a competition. Why haven't he come yet?"

"I don't know this. He usually comes before twelve o'clock. It's already three o'clock in the morning. You know that sleeping too late will affect the next day's work. If he is confused, his cruel boss will fire him."

"Who is Sam working for and where is he living? Uh~~ I mean we both want to visit him and talk about the game."

"I don't know this. Sam never talks to me about work. You just said that you invited Sam to the competition, where?"

"New York, if you win a small competition, the prize will be quite good." J said casually.

Old John's face changed instantly: "You are not Sam's friends. What do you think you are doing with Sam?"

"Hey, Old John, we are really Sam's friends. I said, come to him for a game." J didn't understand, he was wrong.

"Sam said he would never go to New York, something happened over there that made him very sad, so you were lying!" Old John said, then bent over and went to get the shotgun placed under the counter.

Fan Mang put on sunglasses and j immediately put them on.

A strong light flashed by, and Old John's eyes became dull.

"Old John, we are Sam's friends. He is in trouble. You ask us to help. You also want me to have grilled sausages." J quickly instilled new memories in Old John.

Old John's eyes returned to light: "You are here, Sam needs your help. He lives in Mosey. You can find out when you go. I'll treat you to this grilled sausage."

"Yes, thank you, you are really a good friend of Sam."

J took a sip of beer, took a fork and forked the sausage, and walked out of the tavern with Fan Mang. Is Mosey County? It's not far from here.

Old John looked at the shotgun on his counter. Why did I take out the shotgun? And why did I help Sam find someone to help? Why can’t I remember what trouble Sam was in?
Chapter completed!