"Honey, my little darling, where are you! I have something good to show you…"
Bruce, now able to change the shape and size of any part of his body at will, excitedly called out to his girlfriend, Grace, as soon as he returned home.
"Bruce, what's wrong? Your voice sounds a bit strange—"
Grace's voice echoed, accompanied by the sound of the shower in the bathroom.
Yes, unfortunately, Bruce's girlfriend was taking a shower at that moment.
"Hehe—"
But this couldn't stop Bruce's enthusiasm. A wicked smile reappeared on his face as he said, "Grace, I have something fun to show you…"
With that, Bruce mischievously thrust his hips through the air, and then a woman's moaning sounds came from the bathroom, growing more and more intense.
A few minutes later, Grace, only half-finished with her shower, rushed out of the bathroom, her face flushed, and looked at the smug man in surprise: "What's going on?"
She had been made to orgasm from a distance, and if nothing else, the culprit was probably the smug man in front of her.
But Grace had no idea why this was happening.
"Hehe, want to know? Then I'll let you feel something even more stimulating…" Bruce smiled, then suddenly struck a Superman pose.
With a ripping sound, fragments of clothing flew out…
Having tasted freedom, Bruce then pounced on his girlfriend like a fierce tiger.
The fun continued—
From dawn to dusk, and then from dusk to dawn.
…
"Sure enough, just as you said yesterday, many strange things have happened in New York…"
Early the next morning, after a night's rest, Agent O once again summoned Mike to the MIB Headquarters.
"Uh-huh," Mike, who hadn't had enough sleep, gestured for her to continue.
"It's like this: on Buffalo Town street yesterday, someone reported encountering a pervert…" Agent O said, "At the same time, a group of thugs went to the police station not far from Buffalo street to report that they had encountered a demon. There was even a bald man who vividly described a monkey crawling out of his butt, and the most outrageous part was that the monkey eventually crawled back in…"
Even Agent O had trouble keeping a straight face as she recounted such unbelievable and bizarre anecdotes.
Yes, yesterday, on his way home after punishing the thugs, Bruce couldn't resist experimenting with his "superpower" again.
He not only blew a gust of wind that inexplicably lifted the skirt of a sexy woman he passed by.
He also used a snap of his fingers to make a fire hydrant on the street explode, successfully putting on a performance of artificial rain…
Of course, the effects of these "pranks" were still within controllable limits.
"Also, we suspect that this person named Bruce is related to the natural disaster that occurred last night…" When it came to serious matters, Agent O's expression became solemn, and then she pulled out a stack of documents.
The documents contained all of Bruce's information from birth to the present.
"We plan to have your X Squad investigate this person to see if he is connected to last night's natural disaster. If so, the organization will need you to further investigate whether he has an antisocial personality." Agent O's expression couldn't help but become grave as she assigned the task.
Yes, last night the moon briefly changed its orbit, causing widespread tsunamis, earthquakes, and other irresistible natural disasters on the planet.
If such a natural disaster was indeed caused by a person, then the level of threat this person poses would be even greater than that of all aliens and Vampires combined.
"OK, I'll figure out the situation." Mike accepted the task and, after leaving the MIB Headquarters, headed towards Buffalo Town.
If nothing unexpected happened, last night's natural disaster was caused by the agent chosen by Angel One, and such uncontrolled power needed to be monitored.
At the same time, Bruce, who had been indulging himself all night, woke up and was now sitting on the sofa watching the news.
On TV, a reporter was reporting on the damage caused by last night's natural disaster.
Finally, the reporter said: "According to experts, last night's natural disaster was caused by the moon suddenly changing its trajectory. This situation is rare, so please do not worry excessively…"
Listening to the reporter's narration, Bruce's expression on the sofa gradually solidified, and then he looked at his hands again in disbelief.
If he remembered correctly, during his activities last night, to create some mood, he had indeed tried to pull the moon to his window sill.
Bruce hadn't expected that such an action would cause so many natural disasters.
However, his guilt quickly dissipated. Instead, he realized that he possessed such great Power of Faith, which he could use to change his life.
Yes, after gaining power, Bruce's first thought was of himself.
Then, having conjured a super-handsome suit for himself, he planned to return to the local TV station to reclaim his previous job as a reporter.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to snap his fingers, sending his pet dog, which liked to urinate on the sofa, to the bathroom to relieve itself.
Accompanied by the flush of the toilet, Bruce walked downstairs in a cheerful mood. At this moment, he felt the air was so fresh.
…
Mike, who knew Bruce's address from the MIB Headquarters, arrived by car just in time to see him use the Power of Faith to transform his old beat-up car into a super convertible sports car.
With the roar of the engine, the convertible sports car sped off towards the local TV station.
"Should we follow?" In the sports car behind, Tina, seeing such a miraculous sight, turned to Mike for help, looking concerned.
In the girl's mind, such power should belong exclusively to Mike, but who knew that others also possessed it, which made her treat it with caution.
Relatively speaking, Needy, who was driving for Mike, was much calmer.
"Not yet, I think I saw an acquaintance." Mike gestured for Needy to pull over.
Then, he opened the car door and walked towards a down-and-out beggar holding a sign.
God is omnipresent, and so are angels.
If Mike's feeling wasn't mistaken, the beggar by the roadside was Angel One in disguise.
"Is that the intern angel you chose?" Mike asked familiarly.
"Yes, although he's not qualified yet, I can see that he has justice in his heart and is very suitable to take over my work." Angel One was not surprised to see Mike approaching, and then continued, "I can feel that your strength has improved again. You could actually directly replace me. Why don't you consider it?"
In Angel One's perception, the young man opposite him no longer had the nervousness of their last meeting; instead, he exuded a strong sense of confidence.
This feeling of having everything under control was very suitable for taking over the work of an angel.
"No interest," Mike shook his head, then asked, "Since you didn't go traveling, do you know about the Christian Town incident?"
"Are you referring to that sealed demon? I originally planned to deal with that hidden danger before leaving, but it seems someone was a step faster than me." Angel One said with a smile, "In that case, I need to thank you."
The angels' travel time should be calculated in years, so it's understandable that Angel One would intentionally expose hidden dangers within his jurisdiction and resolve them all at once before leaving.
"Alright, I've received your thanks." Mike no longer dwelled on the Christian Town matter, and then continued to ask, "What about the probationary angel? Bruce's actions have already caused very serious consequences."
This consequence, of course, referred to last night's natural disaster.
"Regarding Bruce's matter, I apologize first. However, with me watching from behind, there won't be any irreversible situations." Angel One did not show impatience when questioned, and then said, "If you're worried, you can monitor him with me these next few days."
"No need, since you've given your guarantee, then it's fine." Mike expressed no interest; he wasn't a babysitter.
Besides, he also had his own things to do.
Then, after waving to Angel One, Mike got into the sports car and left in the direction he came from.
"This time we met, why does this young man give me an unfathomable feeling…" After watching the sports car drive away, Angel One's face showed a puzzled expression.
"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore." Ultimately, Angel One, unable to figure out where the problem lay, shook his head and retracted his gaze, saying, "My most important task now is to keep an eye on Bruce. I hope he can rediscover his true self soon and become a qualified probationary angel."
The work of an angel is actually very "hard"; not only do they have to face the endless prayers of believers every day, but they also have to work year-round without rest.
If there wasn't an intern angel to help out, then this job truly wouldn't be something a human could do.
And while Angel One was sighing, Mike was already driving back to the MIB Headquarters, preparing to give Agent O a general explanation of the situation.
As for Angel One's speculation about Mike's strength, it wasn't wrong.
Mike's overall strength was now one or two transcendent levels higher than Angel One's, so wasn't it inevitable that the other party couldn't see through him?