Chapter 17. My Cat Can Do Backflips.

Before Weaver could answer, Noah saw a golden treasure chest next to the alien's body, which seemed much more valuable than the previous treasure chest.

He reached out and collected the treasure chest.

[Ding!]

[Golden treasure chest found, open it for a huge reward.]

At this moment, K came towards them. Seeing the dead alien, his face turned very ugly.

"What did he say?"

"He said, to prevent war, the galaxy is on Orion's belt." Weaver chimed in.

"Thank you. Do you know what it means?" K couldn't understand.

'Does it refer to an interstellar coordinate? But how can there be the galaxy on Orion's belt?'

Suddenly, "Hi, N. Your best brother J is here!" a very embarrassing voice came from outside the morgue. The door was pushed open, and J came in wearing sunglasses.

"Who are you? Who let you in?" Weaver was anxious. 'We mustn't let more people know what we have found out.'

"Miss, I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere?" J looked at Weaver. 'Wasn't this the deputy medical examiner?'

"Is that your way of flirting? I'm sorry, I'm not interested in you," Weaver coldly said.

Noah almost laughed when he saw J's beaten expression.

"Miss Weaver, this is my colleague, Dr Edwards. Dr Edwards, come here. It's time to witness a miracle."

"I can't believe you two are out in the field, and you didn't even call me. Fortunately, Zed saw my excellence and told me to come and help you... Eh... dealing with a bug? You guys can't do it without me, can you? Daaa~~mn! What the hell is this?!!"

J's nonstop chatter stopped as he looked at the man's body. When he saw the alien in his head, he jerked back.

"Obviously, it's an alien." Weaver gave J a contemptuous look and twisted her head to look at Noah, "This colleague of yours has very little composure."

"They are Arquillians, and this one was a member of the royal family. They aren't going to like this," K explained.

"You guys aren't from the Department of Health?" Weaver looked at Noah with a solemn face.

"Uh... Actually, we're..."

"You guys are from some government agency, right? Trying to keep this under wraps?" Weaver's face brightened up as if she had discovered some kind of giant secret, which was true. This relieved K because he no longer had to continue fabricating his identity.

"Okay, come on, look here," K put on sunglasses and took out the neuralyzer.

Noah immediately put on his sunglasses. J was already wearing sunglasses on his face, but he still closed his eyes.

A flash of bright light flashed, and Weaver, who continued to ramble on about government conspiracies, stood still.

"You've only seen one body today, which was folded in two. Also, you don't have a cat. This cat is mine. It can do backflips."

J watched in disbelief as Noah placed an orange cat into a pet bag, "What are you doing? It's against M.I.B. rules to take someone else's things."

"No, this cat was raised by an alien. It shouldn't stay here. As it happens, I like cats. I'm going to adopt it. K, that's not against the rules, is it?"

K took off his sunglasses and walked out, "Nice job. J, since you're here, just stay here and wait for the logistics team to come and take away the aliens' bodies. Help them clean up."

"And what about you guys? You're ditching me?" J was disgruntled. 'I just got here, and you're already leaving?'

"We're going to look for an answer while looking for that dangerous Bug. J, that's what the M.I.B. do. What you're doing has the least amount of danger. Do you see the Arquillians over there? He just came to Manhattan through the immigration department managed by our M.I.B., but now he's a corpse."

"If you don't want to, I can-" As K spoke, he put on sunglasses and took out the neuralyzer.

"No, no, no. I'll do it. It's all about working for M.I.B. and doing whatever it takes." J hastily waved his hand.

He suffered so much, and he finally went out to the field. He didn't want to be kicked out of the M.I.B. that soon.

So, J could only watch in sadness as K and Noah left. His first time in the field turned out to be a cleaning job, which was not at all what he had expected.

"N, can the cat really do a backflip? When you get back to the dormitory, show me."

"Hey, whoever you guys are, you better show me some ID if you're going to be in the morgue?" Weaver came to her senses, looked at J, and looked puzzled.

"Uh ~~ I am, who am I again? Doctor, I am a doctor."

"No, you're not! You better leave now before I call the cops." Weaver took out her cell phone from her pocket and grabbed a scalpel to protect herself.

'Wait, why is this guy's head open up? Why is there a little man in the head? What the hell is this?!'

Once again, the door of the morgue was opened, and two people in black suits and sunglasses came in.

"You also brought associates? I see. You killed them, right? Now you want to take the body and destroy it!" Weaver started to have wild ideas.

"Hi, J. K asked you to stay here and help, right? Go and help carry the bodies out. I'll take care of this." Said a man carrying a box.

"Stop it, I said stop it, understand? I'm going to call the cops!" Weaver started pressing her phone.

There was a flash of bright light, and Weaver stood still again.

J pointed to Weaver, "She had just been flashed with that thing by K. Is that thing going to give her brain cancer or something?" 'How many times have these guys flashy-thingy that poor woman?'

"It shouldn't. And the quicker you move, the less damage she'll take."

J asked in uncertainty, "Have you guys ever used that on me? That flashy-thingy? "

"No."

"Really?"

"..."

***

The Bug in Edgar's skin was sitting in the van of the extermination company, frantically banging on the box in his hand, the box that was stolen from the Arquillians Crown Prince.

The 'Galaxy' was in hand. He couldn't wait to see it.

'With this super energy source, no one can stop the rise of the Bugs!'

'As for this Earth. I'll let my children have it.'

'Those stupid earthlings have been killing our kin. This is unforgivable!'

After such a long period of banging and hitting the box on the steering wheel, the box finally cracked. 'Edgar' brought the box close to his eyes, but there were only some diamonds in it.

Screeeeeeech!!!

Edgar's mouth screamed like an insect. "Where is it! Where is it!!!?"

Bang!

A street lamp outside burst because of Edgar's screech. He had failed his own mission, being tricked by a box with some broken stones inside.

Who else did that Arquillian contact? Where might he have hidden the 'Galaxy'?

He suddenly thought of an answer — 'The jewelry store he owned!'