Text - Chapter 892: Bait

Chapter 892: Bait

Translator: Sean88888 Editor: TheAlliance

Jack's body was soft and rubbery, and could be stretched and shortened at will. Just like a basketball or a soccer ball, it had a strong defence against blunt attacks, but it feared stabbing and piercing attacks.

After '+7 West' penetrated into Jack's leg, Sheyan further exerted force into the blade to smoothly chop the leg off!

A large amount of yellow-green liquid burst forth from the end of Jack's severed leg. It was a violent sight!

It sprayed liquid like a high-pressure nozzle on a fire truck sprayed water. The two parts that were cut fiercely convulsed on the ground while spraying liquid everywhere.

Even though Jack's body was very flexible, having a leg chopped off was still a pretty serious injury. He instantly lost balance and almost stumbled.

Sheyan immediately grabbed an old guitar and flung it towards Jack's head. The strings on the old guitar broke with a dissonant cry as the guitar landed squarely on Jack's jaw. Although his body was in a state of falling forward, his head was raised from the impact.

Sheyan rushed forward and slammed an elbow down on the guy's head from above, pressing Jack down with his strength. Without giving Jack any chance to retaliate, Sheyan pulled out 'Ambition' and shot straight at Jack's head!

A loud bang echoed in the store. The light-blue smoke of gunpowder circled around them. The smell was stinging, but it was a smell Sheyan missed dearly. Jack's head exploded like a balloon and gave Sheyan a full splash on the face.

What was strange was that the liquid and secretions from the explosion had a rather pleasant smell, instead of the nauseating smell Sheyan expected.

Jack, who lost his head, remained momentarily stunned. After a while, the cross section of his neck squirmed a little, and a fist-sized flesh lump grew out.

The "flesh lump" grew rapidly after coming into contact with the air. In the end, like a sprout growing into a large tree, it successfully grew into a new head. The new head looked exactly the same as the old one, just drenched in a glue-like substance.

Sheyan placed his muzzle on Jack's head and emotionlessly said:

"My dear Mr. Jack, I know for a fact that having your head explode hurts like hell, AND you need a large amount of energy to grow it back. So please don't give me any reason to pull the trigger again."

After taking a few large breaths, Jack exercised his facial muscles, then screamed in anger:

" I'm telling you the truth! I honestly don't have any imported goods (weapons imported from foreign planets) with me right now! We received news last night that a bunch of foreigners who reek of blood will arrive on earth, so in the last 24 hours, I made several big deals. The stock that I've collected for three years was completely emptied. F*cking hell, I should have left one for myself."

"He received news last night...." mumbled Sheyan. "Seems like someone triggered a hidden mission of this world last night, which triggered a follow-up progression in the plot. We were all dragged into it - the difficulty has become higher for all of us! The idiot who was killed by an insectoid alien earlier was the first casualty of the incident."

"You still don't believe me? If I had one, I would've blown your head off by now! You piece of rotten protein. You filthy nucleic acid. Let me go at once! I'm officially registered with the Universe Administration Department. I pay all my taxes on time. I'm a legal taxpayer!"

Jack roared furiously. All the while, he was still struggling fiercely with his eyes bloodshot due to rage.

Sheyan turned his head to the other side and asked with a frown:

"How do I shut him up?"

The target of his inquiry, Jinkuang, immediately replied in excitement:

"That's easy! First, you stuff his mouth...."

Sheyan instantly grabbed a towel and shoved it into Jack's mouth.

"Then you take off his shirt."

Sheyan tore Jack's shirt off. The body underneath was no different from your average American. He was thin, with a chest full of hair, and a couple of tattoos that were so faint that they were almost not visible.

"Then you take off his pants."

".....I don't have time for games!" shouted Sheyan furiously.

"I ain't playing!" said Jinkuang with a sinister smile.

Sheyan: "....Fine. I'll take them off."

Jack once again roared in anger. This was the normal reaction of 99% of men when they had their pants forcefully taken off by another man. Sheyan was struggling to hold him down so he blew Jack's head off again. The world once again found peace - at least, until Jack's head grew back.

"Now what?" asked Sheyan while he wiped away the green slime on his face with force.

Jinkuang shrugged and said:

"Now you grab his XXX."

Sheyan: "....F*ck off!"

Then, he said with a laugh: "Am I supposed to jack him off?"

Jinkuang sighed. He took a step forward, grabbed the thing that Jack used to pee, and pulled hard. Sheyan was struck dumb at what he saw. Jinkuang's action caused Jack's skin to open up like it was unzipped, revealing the content inside.

There were no blood or internal organs in the stomach, but a large crystal-like object. The large "crystal" was partitioned like a house with a lot of walls. A fist-sized alien stretched two long tentacles out and glared at Sheyan with the eyes on the two tentacles. The real body of the unfortunate Mr. Jack looked no different from an escargot without its shell.

Sheyan flicked his finger on the transparent "crystal" a few times and said with a laugh:

"My dear Mr. Jack. Please do whatever I tell you to do from now on. We wouldn't want any misfortune befalling you, would we?"

Jack's two tentacles tangled together and swung at Sheyan like a baseball bat, full of contempt.

Sheyan sighed regretfully, then snapped his fingers at Jinkuang, who was already getting impatient.....

About half an hour later, Jack's distressed face appeared on the surveillance screen in the Men in Black headquarters.

"I request for Aid No. III! I repeat, I request for Aid No. III!"

The officer on duty yawned. The so-called Aid No. III was similar to trivial cases of scratched cars or quarreling neighbours in the real world, ie. cases that the police don't really feel like replying to. However, Jack's distressed voice kept bugging him like a nightmare, so the officer on duty very impatiently replied:

"OK, please state your situation."

Jack cried out in anguish:

"A young man rushed into my shop a moment ago and tried to take away all my money and valuables. Because business had been terrible lately, he was disappointed with his haul, so he, he, shot my head....and then the process of my head growing back made him faint."

The officer on duty impatiently asked:

"Have you subdued him?"

Jack furiously replied:

"I already tied him to a chair. He doesn't look like he'll wake up anytime soon."

The officer on duty yawned again and added a mark to type VI incidents on a form beside him. Type VI incidents represented the most basic form of contact.

"Mr. Jack, if you would please send him to our headquarters...."

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

"Very well. Within 20 minutes, our Man in Black....Agent G will be at your service. The robber who fired at your head will have his memory erased, and will get 17 years in federal prison for attempted murder. He will not be allowed appeal or bail. I am operator No. 6. If you're satisfied with my service, please press 1 and #. If you have any questions or complaints regarding my service, please also press 1 and #..."

As he listened to the monotonous voice coming out of the phone, Jack glared at Sheyan with a hateful gaze:

"If it wasn't because I'm not too fond of those Men in Black either, I would never have made that call. Never!"

Sheyan flicked him away with a finger and turned to Jinkuang:

"What do you think about the thing that I'm going to do next?"

Jinkuang took out an old fly swatter and very easily used it to hold down our poor Mr. Jack who was trying his hardest to crawl away. He told Sheyan seriously:

"You have to think this through carefully. This is the world of the Men in Black. If you act against Agent G, it will likely mean provoking the ones who keep order in this world! Just like in your world, the attention received from killing a normal civilian is totally different from killing a police or a soldier. The former will merely be a conflict between the people, but the latter may be treated as a provocation against the society or the government!"

Sheyan said after remaining silent for a while:

"I understand everything you said, but I also know one thing! If I don't launch an assault on Agent G, my breakthrough mission is almost certainly doomed for failure. And if I fail that, the only thing waiting for me in this Bloody World, is death!"

"If I deal with him, then at least I will have 50% confidence in passing the breakthrough challenge. I may become a public enemy of New York, maybe even the entire United States, but I'll still have a slim chance of surviving! This f*cking world!! It left me with no choice at all!"

Sheyan was already gnashing his teeth towards the end of his words!

Jinkuang applauded with a snide smirk:

"Not bad. Very exciting. Since you've set your goal, don't hesitate. Just do it!"