Thinking of the increasingly delicate relationship between their group of FBI agents and the local police, James felt a headache coming on. "This isn't quite the situation I anticipated... Forget it. Now that things have come to this, all we can do is try to salvage it."
Not long after the three key figures returned to the base, the other FBI agents arrived one after another.
The experienced agents moved in an orderly fashion. Some found places to lock up the Men in Black they had captured with such difficulty, while several others entered the living room.
James looked at them, remembering that these were the subordinates he had sent to look for shell casings. "Did you pick them all up?"
The men nodded proudly. But after nodding, they looked at the other nodding companions and froze, as though they were all equally confused.
"?" Jodie keenly sensed that something was wrong. Remembering that these people had just wandered around near Uzo's stage, she asked warily, "What is it?"
"Nothing." One of the burly men elbowed the colleague beside him, half teasing and half complaining. "I painstakingly picked up more than a dozen shell casings in the dark. What are you so proud of? Anyone who didn't know better would think you picked them all up."
"Huh?" His colleague froze, then looked back at him as if to say, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick plastic bag with a clatter.
The colleague tossed the bag, filled with more than a dozen shell casings, onto the coffee table and muttered, "I clearly picked all of these up. How did they become yours?"
The burly man stared blankly. "You... You stole my shell casings?!"
He instinctively reached