The tall and skinny agent slowly woke up, smacking his lips and struggling to focus. With a start, he remembered what had happened.
He looked up abruptly and saw that woman. Her fair skin glowed naturally, and her well-defined face bore a playful smile. Next to her stood a burly man, exuding an aura of confidence and power. His exaggerated size and muscles made the phrase "Beauty and the Beast" inevitably come to mind.
"My name is Cyrena, and this is Vatox," the woman smiled. "We've been watching you for a while now."
The skinny agent then realized he was suspended in mid-air, his feet hanging about ten centimeters above the ground. His hands were bound in iron chains, making him look like a dead pig hanging in an abattoir.
He glanced sideways and saw the short agent hanging beside him. The two quickly exchanged glances.
Cyrena lazily said, "I know you're from some organization, maybe representing the more advanced people on this primitive planet? You mentioned aliens before. Let me guess, you're from a department on this planet responsible for handling extraterrestrial affairs, right?"
This tone clearly placed herself in the "alien" category. The tall and skinny agent exchanged a surprised look with his superior, seeing similar astonishment in his eyes.
So, they're aliens. That explains it. The skinny agent realized. No way someone that large could be human.
"What's your name?" Cyrena leaned closer to the tall and skinny agent, smiling as she asked.
The short agent quickly signaled to him, indicating that no matter what, he shouldn't speak.
But the next second, the tall and skinny agent had already spoken. "My name is Richard, I'm twenty-nine and single. My social security number is xxx..."
After saying this, he looked at the short agent with a miserable expression. "Boss, I think they gave me truth serum. I can't help but speak..."
"Don't be silly," the short agent reprimanded. "That's just something made up for TV. There's no such thing in reality!"
"But I really can't hold back..."
"Good boy," Cyrena smiled. "Now, tell me your secrets."
"My secret... my secret..."
The tall and skinny agent bit his lip, struggling against the urge to reveal everything. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
The burly Vatox crossed his arms and sneered from behind, "Give up. No one can resist the Covasul serum. Tell us the truth."
The tall and skinny agent trembled, finally unable to resist.
"My... my biggest secret..."
He struggled to speak with trembling lips.
"...There are rumors that I like to visit the boss's house because I'm interested in his beautiful sister-in-law. That's nonsense! It's not true! What I really like is the boss!"
Cyrena: "?"
Vatox: "?"
Short agent: "???"
All three were bewildered.
"Oh my god, I can't believe I actually said it out loud in my lifetime."
The tall and skinny agent took a deep breath, and as if a floodgate had opened, words poured out.
"Actually, from the first mission, I was deeply impressed by the boss's charm. His maturity, steadiness, and solid, masculine aura, along with his unwavering confidence, always gave a sense of reassurance..."
The short agent was dumbfounded and hesitated for a moment before saying, "But... but I'm already married..."
"I know."
"And I'm straight."
"I know that too," the tall and skinny agent sighed, looking melancholic. "Sigh, I know we can't be together. It's fate..."
"That's enough."
Vatox interrupted unceremoniously.
"I don't care about your nonsense. Tell me about your organization, your department. Who do you work for?"
"The Eye of Heaven, officially known as the Advanced Research Group for Uniting Superhumans."
The tall and skinny agent replied flatly.
"We're responsible for dealing with superhumans, supernatural events, and extraterrestrial matters, and we oversee related individuals, eliminating external threats to protect Earth's safety..."
Vatox and Cyrena exchanged glances.
Indeed.
This primitive planet also has its own department for handling extraterrestrial affairs. This means their previous two incompetent teammates probably fell into the hands of this department.
No, it's even possible that the Kryptonian girl they're looking for, Kara Zor-El, ended up in the hands of this organization after her ship crashed.
Their next target was now evident.
Cyrena showed a dangerous smile.
"So, this organization you mentioned," Cyrena chuckled. "Where can I find your leader?"
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**The Eye of Heaven, Gotham Branch**
A dark steel aircraft descended from the sky, and the armed helicopter landed with a noisy rotor and engine roar. The hatch opened with the sound of metal scraping, and the senior Eye of Heaven officer, Nicholson, stepped off the plane.
Dyson Smith from the branch quickly approached, his face full of smiles as he greeted the leader from headquarters with concern.
However, Nicholson showed no interest in his smooth-talking skills. He kept a stern face and asked coldly, "How's the mission we assigned?"
"The nightmare case has been mostly clarified," Dyson replied. "The perpetrator was a superhuman, originally a patient from Arkham Asylum named John Dee. He gained the ability to enter and manipulate dreams through Arkham's sensory enhancement device. He called himself Doctor Destiny and used that unique ability to control the entire city. But Gotham's recent rising star, Batman, found and subdued him."
"What about the public narrative?" Nicholson asked.
"Completely under control," Dyson said confidently. "We've already released an official statement and arranged for several authoritative experts to corroborate it. The names Doctor Destiny or John Dee will never appear in any media reports."
"It had better be that way." Nicholson nodded. "Don't underestimate this aspect of the work. If something goes wrong, you might find yourself demoted to a temporary position."
Dyson felt embarrassed. "I understand."
Making mistakes could mean getting demoted to a temporary position, no matter what official title you had. This was an unwritten rule in the organization. If a temp messes up, it's not our responsibility. We just kick them out.
"But I came for another matter that Director Waller is very concerned about," Nicholson continued. "It's about the alien."
Dyson's face fell.
"This... we're still investigating it."
"So, no progress at all?"
Dyson looked troubled.
"We've already sent our best people. But as you know, aliens aren't commonplace. They don't just fall out of the sky..."
Boom!
Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud crash, and alarms blared throughout the base. Both men were startled and turned to see the ceiling shatter. A burly shadow burst through the wall, crashing to the ground and kicking up dust.
The tall and muscular man smashed through the wall and slowly stood up, holding a dangerous-looking battle axe that gleamed with metallic light.
Dyson was dumbfounded.
No way! Did I just jinx us with my words?
Did one really fall out of the sky?