Ambrella, the Company Studying Alien Cells

Things had been relatively peaceful at MIB headquarters these past few days...

After a certain lawless little girl of an agent had given a brutal beating to some out-of-control alien scum and disposed of a whole lot of them, the smugglers, illegal immigrants, alien scum, bandits, refugees, and ill-intentioned alien tourists from outer space had found they could no longer use threats against the people of Earth. Under the terrifying threat of that little girl with her extraordinary background, they had finally become much better behaved, and MIB employees and agents had suddenly found themselves with far less work.

So much so that over the past two days, many agents and officers at headquarters—and even ordinary employees—had gotten a rare stretch of time off. They'd even been given considerably more freedom over when to take leave and how long to take it.

"!!"

"My God..."

"Chief K, you have to see this. This is so unfair! We were busting our backs out there yesterday, and it took us several days of hard work just to deal with that alien and finish the mission. But look at that little rascal over there! Now she's got so much free time that she can come to headquarters and play games in public?!"

J had only just stepped out of the elevator, but he immediately spotted a little girl who had commandeered the computer of a black-suited employee—who might have been on leave—and was playing some kind of online battle royale shooter on it, where players landed and got killed almost immediately!

What was more, she wasn't even wearing headphones. She had shamelessly turned on the speakers, and every so often, the entire employee hall was filled with the sounds of "thud! thud! thud!" footsteps, along with "bang! bang!" and "rat-a-tat-tat!" gunfire.

Naturally, after