Three minutes later, the group of four was pinned behind a bar by heavy firepower. Multicolored energy beams streaked overhead, while shattered glass and splinters from furniture filled the air.
"Is this what you meant by having my back?"
Su Ming looked speechlessly at J beside him. The black agent had his neck tucked in, twisting about with a grimace.
Hermione was also looking at J with disdain. He had bragged as if he could do anything, yet when they ran into real trouble, they still had to rely on K. At least the big-nosed agent occasionally poked his head up to fire back a few shots.
Why had things turned out this way? It had merely been an accident.
Three minutes earlier, they had planned to find someone recently released from prison and ask for intelligence, because the two corpses in the trunk of their car had often operated in this area while they were alive.
It was not that they did not do business with Earthlings, but business was clearly better in an area packed with Aliens.
As for the mentioned Minik, he was an old acquaintance of K's. He was the sort of Alien who never committed major crimes but constantly made minor mistakes, getting arrested every other day and bailed out again a few days later. He had been an old hand on Earth for over thirty years.
The so-called Black Market was the biggest nightclub nearby. Its main clientele were Aliens, and once night fell, it became the sort of place where demons dancing in chaos was the norm.
K's original plan had been sound. It was daytime, the club would not be open, and they could go in, ask Minik a few questions, and come right back out.
The Men in Black were essentially