Chapitre 65: Chapter 63: Niffler in MIB
The air was thick with tension as a man, dressed in the standard-issue black suit of the Men in Black, held a remote control in his hand. His fingers danced over the buttons, finally settling on one. With a gentle press, the door in front of him began to creak open, revealing a treasure trove of advanced weaponry.
This was the heart of the MIB's technical department, a place where the most advanced science and technology in the universe was stored. Behind this door was the weapons depot, a place that held an array of cool, bright silver laser guns that gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Excellent work, Agent," a voice echoed through the room. The voice belonged to Jon, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He pointed a laser gun at the agent, a smile playing on his lips. "Your services are appreciated."
Before the agent could react, Jon swiftly knocked him unconscious with the butt of the gun. The agent crumpled to the floor, a heap of black suit and confusion. Jon stepped over him, releasing the Niffler. The magical creature, with its long snout and black fur, immediately began to loot the weapons depot. Pulse guns, laser guns, electron guns - all disappeared into the Niffler's seemingly bottomless pocket.
Jon didn't rush to leave. Instead, he instructed the Niffler to take anything that seemed useful. After all, this place was a treasure trove of the most advanced science and technology in the universe. The more they could take, the better.
Earlier, Jon had coerced an agent into downloading all the databases in the facility. Now, with the Niffler's help, he was making off with physical assets as well.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Several agents, guns drawn, stormed into the room. "Freeze!" one of them shouted, his voice echoing off the cold, metallic walls.
Jon didn't respond. Instead, he turned towards an enchanted pulse cannon. With a swift movement, he fired it. A large beam of red light shot out, forcing the agents to dive for cover. The beam blasted a gaping hole in the wall, debris flying everywhere.
"Damn it!" the lead agent cursed, dusting off his suit. "Where did this lunatic come from?!" He picked up his gun, determination etched on his face. He wasn't going to negotiate this time. He was going to shoot.
But as he burst through the door, gun raised, he found the room empty. Jon was gone. The only evidence of his presence was the unconscious agent on the floor, the looted weapons depot.
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"What? Vanished again?!"
In the director's office, a man known only as Z slammed his fist onto the table, his face contorted in frustration. "What's the deal with that kid? Is he some kind of ghost?!"
News of Jon's audacious attack on the technical department had reached him just moments ago. He had immediately dispatched a team to apprehend the intruder. But no sooner had they arrived than Jon had vanished, leaving behind only chaos and a gaping hole in the wall.
Before Z could even process this information, another staff member burst into the room, panting heavily. "Director," he gasped, "the Intelligence Department has been attacked!"
"What? The Intelligence Department?!" Z's eyes widened in shock. He didn't need to ask who was responsible. It was Jon, it had to be. But why the Intelligence Department? He could understand the attack on the technical department - Jon was after the advanced technology and weaponry. But what could he possibly want from the Intelligence Department? Was there some information he was after?
"Dispatch a team to apprehend him immediately... No, wait," Z paused, his mind racing. He realized that they were dealing with a threat unlike any they had faced before. "Don't apprehend him. Kill him on sight!" he ordered, his voice echoing with a finality that left no room for argument.
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"I'm giving you sixty seconds, or you'll be short a head!" Jon's voice echoed ominously through the Intelligence Department, his gun trained on a trembling technician.
The technician was hunched over a computer, frantically sorting through data under Jon's watchful eye. Jon had demanded information on alien fugitives still at large on Earth. If he was to hunt down these interstellar criminals, he needed the most comprehensive data available. But his visit to the Intelligence Department wasn't solely for this information. He was also on a reconnaissance mission, intent on exploring the entirety of the MIB headquarters.
"Hey, I can't control the speed of this thing. Do you have any idea how much data you're asking for? It'll take at least three minutes to download everything!" the technician protested, his voice shaky.
"Fine, three minutes it is. But if you're not done by then, I'll put a bullet in your head," Jon threatened, his grip tightening on the gun.
Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the room. Jon turned to see several agents storming in, laser guns at the ready.
"Time's up, scumbag!" The lead agent aimed his gun at Jon, his voice ringing out. "Fire!"
"Hey, hold on! I'm still here!" the technician cried out, but his plea was drowned out by the barrage of lasers that filled the room.
The technician instinctively covered his head, bracing for impact. But the impact never came. He cautiously lowered his hands, only to find Jon standing in front of him, having shielded him from the onslaught.
Jon turned to the technician, his voice steady. "Keep working. I'll handle them. But if you try to run, I promise you'll be the first one I kill."
The agents stared in disbelief as Jon remained unscathed despite the barrage of lasers. "What kind of monster are you?!" the lead agent stammered.
Jon merely smiled. "See for yourself."
In an instant, Jon transformed into the Ghost Rider, his body engulfed in flames. The agents recoiled in horror, but the lead agent quickly regained his composure. "Keep firing!" he ordered.
Another wave of lasers rained down on Jon, but they did nothing to harm him. Once the barrage ended, Ghost Rider spoke, his voice echoing ominously. "Now, it's my turn."
With a wave of his arms, the ground beneath the agents erupted in flames. They scattered, flying into the walls, as the flames blocked the entrance to the Intelligence Department, preventing any reinforcements from entering.
Jon extinguished the flames on his body, reverting back to his human form. He turned to the technician, his voice calm. "Are you done?"
"Uh... yes, yes, it's done!" the technician stammered, handing Jon a hard drive.
With the hard drive in hand, Jon vanished once again, leaving behind a room filled with smoke, fallen agents, and one very shaken technician.
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Over the next half hour, Jon made his way through various departments within the MIB headquarters. Using a combination of spells for disguise and teleportation, he moved through the building with ease. The agents were powerless against him, and he didn't even need to use the Illusion Mantra to conceal himself.
Meanwhile, Director Z was being bombarded with a constant stream of alarming reports.
"Director, someone's breached the Resource Management Department!"
"Director, the Weapon Defense Department has been infiltrated!"
"Director, there's an intruder in the Human Resources Department!"
"Director, the High Supervisory Committee has been compromised!"
"Director, the Secret Service Investigation Headquarters has been breached!"
"Director, the Public Relations and Image Strategy Development Department has been infiltrated!"
"Director, there's an intruder in the Monitoring Room!"
"Director, someone's broken into the staff cafeteria!"
"Damn it!" Z roared, flipping his desk in frustration. "Is this lunatic trying to take over the entire place?"
Just as he was trying to regain his composure, another staff member burst into the room. "Director," he panted, "someone's broken into the parking lot!"
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