I became light in American comics

If that's the case, then while the Gotham criminals are undoubtedly heinous, they certainly have good judgment.

"Come out," the short agent said coldly.

The two Sky Eye agents were not afraid of ordinary thieves, and even found it somewhat amusing that they had been targeted.

But to everyone's surprise, the person who came out from around the corner was a woman.

A woman of exceptional beauty, possessing an almost magnetic aura. Her bright eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, and when slightly narrowed, they revealed a seductive allure. Her slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders like a black waterfall, smooth and supple. Her lips were full and alluring, sometimes slightly upturned, as if holding untold secrets.

Of course, the tall, thin agent only noticed this later.

The first thought that popped into his mind was...

Holy crap, it's huge!

Perhaps influenced by the topic of conversation, even more absurd ideas continued to surface in my mind.

It's so big, could it be an alien?

If she wanted to assault him, it wouldn't be out of the question.

The short agent stepped forward: "Madam."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a figure flash in front of him.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the woman had suddenly appeared on his face as if in a flash.

Before he could even think, the woman's slender hand was already pressed against his chest. That small hand unleashed an astonishing strength completely disproportionate to its appearance. The short agent felt a monstrous force sweep over him like a tidal wave, and with a muffled groan, he was sent flying backward, rolling several times before crashing into a corner and losing consciousness.

"Big brother!"

The tall, thin agent was taken aback and hurriedly drew his gun.

"Don't move!"

They said not to move, but they had already started firing.

Clearly, despite being a newcomer, the tall, thin agent was well-versed in the core principles of American-style interrogation: fire first, then question. In any case, taking the other side down first is always the right thing to do.

Ran and egg.

The bullet struck the woman directly in the chest.

In an instant, the scene...

But that was all. Several dented and deformed bullets clattered to the ground. The woman frowned, then coldly looked up at the tall, thin agent holding a gun.

The tall, thin agent stared at the bullets that had bounced off the other man, opened his mouth, and was speechless with astonishment.

Not human, definitely not human.

The woman raised her arm and casually slapped him. The tall, thin agent immediately tilted his head and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

Both agents lost consciousness. Moments later, another figure appeared in the alley. The tall, burly man approached the woman and glanced down at the spot where she had just been shot.

"Is it hurt?"

"It's alright," the woman said lazily. "As expected of a primitive planet with a civilization level of three, even the weapons are so backward. I didn't even notice."

"Really?"

The burly man stretched out his hand.

"I don't believe it unless you let me try."

"We're on business." The woman shrugged and gestured to the two unconscious agents with her lips. "Take them back and we'll question them properly."

"Row."

Chapter 35 Aliens Aren't Cabbage

The tall, thin agent slowly woke up, smacked his lips a couple of times, and slowly opened his eyes, struggling to focus.

hiss~

This sudden stimulation made him remember what had happened.

He looked up abruptly and immediately saw the woman. Her fair skin glowed with a natural luster, and her well-defined face wore a charming smile.

Beside her stood a burly, imposing man, tall and exuding an aura of powerful confidence. His exaggerated size and muscles, simply standing next to the woman, involuntarily conjured up a single word in one's mind.

beauty and the Beast.

“My name is Seria, and this is Vatox,” the woman said with a smile. “We’ve been watching you for a while now.”

The tall, thin agent then realized that he was being suspended in mid-air, his feet about ten centimeters off the ground. His hands were bound in chains, and he hung in mid-air like a dead pig in a slaughterhouse.

He glanced to the side and saw the short agent hanging there as well. The two quickly exchanged a look.

Seria said lazily, "I know you come from an organization that may represent a group of outstanding people on this primitive planet."

And then there was the aliens you mentioned earlier. I'm guessing you're some organization on this planet responsible for external affairs, right?

This tone clearly placed him in the category of "aliens." The tall, thin agent looked at his senior in surprise, seeing a similar astonishment in the other's eyes.

"So they're aliens, no wonder." The tall, thin agent understood.

I said something that's so big couldn't possibly be human.

"What's your name?" Seria asked with a smile as she approached the tall, thin agent.

The short agent quickly gave him a wink, signaling him not to speak under any circumstances.

But the next second, the tall, thin agent spoke up: "My name is Richard, I'm twenty-nine, and single. My social security number is xxx."

After saying that, he looked at the short agent with a mournful face: "Brother, I think they used a truth serum on me. I can't keep quiet."

"Don't talk nonsense," the short agent scolded. "That's something made up on TV. There's no such thing in reality!"

But I really feel like I can't help it.

“Good girl.” Seria smiled. “Now, tell me your secret.”

"My secret. My secret."

The tall, thin agent gritted his teeth, struggling against the urge to speak out that welled up inside him, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The burly black man from Vatox stood behind him, arms crossed, and sneered, "Give up. No one can resist the Kovasl Potion. Tell us the truth."

The tall, thin agent convulsed all over, finally unable to resist.

"My biggest secret"

He spoke with difficulty, his lips trembling.

"There's a rumor that I like going to my older brother's house because I'm interested in his beautiful wife. That's nonsense! It's not true at all! The person I really like is my older brother!"

Seria: "?"

Vatox: "?"

Short Agent: "???"

Three faces were confused.

"My God, I can't believe I'm actually saying this in my lifetime."

The tall, thin agent took a deep breath, as if a flood had burst forth and was now gushing forth endlessly.

"Actually, I was deeply impressed by my older brother's charm from the very first operation. His maturity, composure, solid and strong aura, and the confidence he exuded at all times always gave people a sense of security."

The short agent stared in disbelief, stunned for a moment before saying, "But I...I already have a family."

"I know."

"And I'm straight."

“I know that too.” The tall, thin agent sighed softly, feigning melancholy. “Alas, I know we can’t be together. Fate.”

"Enough."

Vatox interrupted rudely.

“I’m not interested in your stuff. Tell me about your organization, which department, and who you serve.”

"Tianyan Society, full name Advanced Research Group for Uniting Superhumans".

The tall, thin agent said dryly.

"We specialize in handling superhuman, supernatural, and extraterrestrial-related incidents, monitoring relevant personnel, and eliminating alien targets to protect Earth's safety."

Vatox and Seria exchanged a glance.

really.

This primitive planet also has its own department for handling extraterrestrial affairs. It seems their two incompetent teammates who first arrived on Earth were probably brought down by this department.

No, it's even possible that the Kryptonian woman they're looking for, Kara-Zo-El, also fell into the hands of this organization after her ship crashed.

Their next goal is then obvious.

Seria gave a dangerous smile.

"So, this organization you're talking about," Seria chuckled, "where can I find your leader?"

SkyEye, Gotham Area Branch.

A jet-black steel raptor flew in from the sky, and the armed helicopter slowly descended amidst the cacophony of rotors and engine roar. The hatch opened along the rails with a metallic scraping sound, and Nicholson, a high-ranking official from SkyEye, stepped off the aircraft.

Dyson Smith from the branch office quickly came forward, greeting the leaders from headquarters with a broad smile.

However, Nicholson had no interest in his silver tongue. With a stern face and no expression, he coldly asked, "How's the task I assigned you going?"

“The matter of the nightmares has been largely investigated,” Dyson said. “The culprit is a superhuman, originally a mental patient at Arkham Asylum named John Dee. He gained the ability to enter and manipulate dreams through Arkham’s perception-enhancing device.”

He called himself Doctor Destiny and claimed to control the entire city with his special abilities. However, the Batman who's currently making waves in Gotham found and subdued him.

“What about the public opinion section?” Nicholson asked.

“It’s all under control,” Dyson said confidently. “We have issued an official statement and arranged for several authoritative experts to corroborate it. The name of Dr. Destiny or John Dee will never appear in any media reports.”

“That would be best,” Nicholson nodded. “Don’t underestimate this part of the work. If something goes wrong, you’ll probably have to switch to a temporary job.”

Dyson, embarrassed, replied, "I understand."

Anyone who makes a mistake becomes a temporary worker; having a permanent position is useless—that's an unwritten rule in the organization. Anyway, the trouble caused by temporary workers has nothing to do with us; we just kick them out and that's it.