Bab 63: Ch. 61: The Enigma of the Cake Girl
"Hey, Z! I've got this extraterrestrial miscreant in custody!" J's voice echoed through the cavernous main hall, his words punctuated by the clinking of handcuffs. He strode confidently towards the center, a captive Jon in tow, his shout directed towards a glass partition suspended above.
Perched within the glass enclosure was a middle-aged man, his stern features softened by a well-groomed mustache. He was clad in a black suit, the uniform of authority. This was Z, the director of the MIB HQ, the man who held the reins of the organization.
"Well done, J!" Z's voice was a gravelly baritone, filled with years of experience and authority. He rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping over the hall before descending the staircase. "But why are you alone? Where is your partner?"
"Ah, you mean T, right? He...uh, that..." J's voice faltered, his confident demeanor wavering for a moment.
Z sighed, a weary sound that echoed in the silence. "You can't keep firing MIB employees, J!"
"But I don't need a partner, I can handle it alone!" J retorted, his voice firm.
Z shook his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Whatever you want! Now tell me about this kid!" His gaze shifted to Jon, scrutinizing him.
"You'd better check him yourself. This guy is as tough as they come and won't spill a word!" J glanced at Jon, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and respect.
"I told you everything, it's just that you don't believe it!" Jon interjected, his voice filled with indignation.
"Alright, escort him to the temporary detention area. We'll slowly extract the information, and then consider whether to send him to the lunar prison!" Z ordered, his gaze never leaving Jon.
"Okay, Z!" J acknowledged, leading Jon away.
The journey to the detention area was a silent one, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The area was a stark contrast to the previous room, the air thick with a sense of dread. Besides Jon, there were other aliens, their faces a mix of fear and defiance.
Most dangerous aliens were eliminated on the spot by the MiB. Jon had seen it in the movies, agents J and K ruthlessly dispatching countless extraterrestrials. Only those like Jon, who were caught red-handed, were brought here.
"You'll be detained here for a while. Someone will interrogate you later." J's voice was a low rumble, his words echoing in the silence.
Just then, another agent escorting a prisoner passed by. The prisoner, however, was not like the others. She was a beautiful girl, her figure accentuated by a low-cut dress. Jon recognized her instantly. She was the cake girl from the third part of Men in Black, the one who had assisted Boris the Animal in his lunar prison escape.
Jon hadn't expected to see her here.
"Who is that beauty?" Jon asked, his eyes fixed on the cake girl. His voice was filled with curiosity, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere of the detention area.
The agent escorting Jon turned back, his eyes narrowing. "I'd advise you not to get involved with her. She's Boris the Animal's girl!" His voice was a low warning, his words hanging heavy in the air.
Boris the Animal, a name that sent shivers down the spines of many. He was one of Jon's mission targets and the notorious antagonist of the third part of Men in Black.
Jon's gaze lingered on the cake girl, his mind whirring with possibilities. The current timeline, judging from the system missions and J's solitary operations, seemed to align with "Men in Black 2". This meant that Boris was still incarcerated in the lunar prison, the highest point on the moon. If Jon was to eliminate Boris, he would have to venture to the Lunar Prison.
Z's words echoed in his mind, the possibility of being sent directly to the lunar prison. However, Jon still had unfinished business on Earth. He wasn't certain he could return from the moon on his own, so he had to complete his Earth mission first. As for his journey to the moon, he already had a plan brewing.
Beep~!
The sound echoed through the hall, the door of the detention room swinging open.
"Go in." J's order was curt, his tone brooking no argument.
"Will you be the one interrogating me later?" Jon asked, his gaze steady on J.
"No, someone else will handle that." J's voice was calm, his expression unreadable.
"I suggest you hurry up with the interrogation. If I lose my patience, you'll never get another chance to detain me." Jon's words were a challenge, his tone defiant.
"Oh, really? We will see." J's voice was icy, his words a stark contrast to the heated exchange. With a rough push, he sent Jon into the interrogation room, the door closing behind him with a resounding thud.
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Meanwhile, Z was ensconced in his office, a steaming cup of coffee resting on his desk. His gaze was fixed on the computer screen, the flickering images reflecting in his eyes. The video playing was a chilling spectacle of Jon transforming into the Ghost Rider, his fiery form wreaking havoc on the aliens in the restaurant.
"Who are you?" Z murmured, his fingers deftly zooming in on the flaming skeleton on the screen.
Thump! Thump Thump~!
The knock on the office door broke his concentration. Agent J walked in, his face a mask of calm.
"Have you found anything on him?" J asked, his voice steady.
Z sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing."
J's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The agency's spy network spanned the globe, its database the most comprehensive in the world. His former partner K could even monitor his ex-wife's activities through their technology.
"I thought you could find anything you want." J's words were laced with disbelief.
"Yes, as long as it's on Earth, we can find it. But has he ever been on Earth before?!" Z's voice was a low rumble, his words heavy with implication.
"What do you mean?" J asked, his brow furrowing.
Z paused, choosing his words carefully. "His DNA tests confirm he's an Earthling, pure human genetics."
"Hey, Z! Seriously? Do you think people on Earth look like this?" J pointed at the Ghost Rider on the screen, his voice incredulous.
Z ignored him, continuing, "But there's no data on him anywhere on Earth, no traces in any database. It's as if he didn't exist before noon today."
J frowned, his mind racing. "That's impossible. Even if he's an alien, he couldn't have left no trace. All alien immigrants come here through various means. They can't escape our surveillance!"
"Exactly, so if we want to know him, we have to ask him in person." Z's gaze returned to the Ghost Rider on the screen.
Just then, another voice intruded on their conversation.
"Passports are ready!" The voice was gruff, as if the speaker was straining his throat.
They turned to see a dog, a passport clutched in its mouth. The dog placed the passport on the chair and looked up at them expectantly.
J and Z barely reacted, their attention returning to their discussion. The dog was Z's assistant, an alien in disguise.
"By the way, J! There's something I need you to do." Z's voice was serious. "A murder occurred on Spring Street. Both the victim and the murderer were aliens. I need you to investigate. But you must bring a partner!"
"I don't have a partner now, have you forgotten?" J retorted.
At this, the dog piped up, "Let me be J's partner!" His voice was filled with eagerness, his tail wagging in anticipation.
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Bab 64: Chapter 62: I Need Your Soul
Jon had lost track of time in the white-walled detention room. The only indication of the passing hours was the subtle shift in the artificial lighting, mimicking the natural progression of day into night. He estimated it was now evening, but the exact hour was anyone's guess.
In the solitude of his confinement, Jon had taken to a unique form of meditation. He sat cross-legged on the cold, hard floor, eyes closed, mind focused. He was not seeking inner peace or enlightenment, but rather, he was mentally reviewing the plot of the entire Men in Black series.
Without the aid of the Memory Potion, which was both time-consuming to refine and required specific preparations, Jon had to rely on his own mental prowess. He meticulously combed through the intricate details of the trilogy, each scene playing out in his mind like a private screening.
After what felt like hours, Jon exhaled a long, slow breath, his eyes fluttering open. He rose to his feet, his gaze drawn to a small surveillance camera nestled in the corner of the room. He knew he was being watched, that his every move was being scrutinized by unseen eyes.
In the monitoring room, a group of staff members huddled around dozens of screens, their attention riveted on Jon. His unusual behavior, the hours of silent meditation, had piqued their curiosity.
"What do you intend to do?" one of them murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen.
In response, Jon offered a casual wave to the camera before his body vanished from the screen. It was as if he had been swallowed by the air itself, leaving no trace of his existence.
"Where…?!"
The staff member's eyes widened in shock, his hand instinctively slamming down on the red alarm button. The detention area was immediately bathed in a pulsating red light, the shrill sound of the alarm echoing off the walls.
Within moments, heavily armed guards flooded the corridors, their laser guns at the ready. They moved with a practiced efficiency, their eyes scanning every corner, every shadow, in search of the escaped prisoner.
Unbeknownst to them, Jon was strolling past them, hidden by the Disillusionment Charm. He moved with an air of nonchalance, a ghost in the midst of chaos. His decision to remain was driven by a singular purpose - to find the Cake Girl.
As he navigated the labyrinth of corridors, Jon was acutely aware of the undercurrent of malevolence that permeated the air. He used this sense to guide him, hoping it would lead him to the Cake Girl.
The majority of the aliens in the detention room were not hardened criminals. They were petty thieves, con artists, and smugglers, their crimes not severe enough to warrant a sentence in the lunar prison. The Cake Girl was the exception. Her aura was heavy with sins, a stark contrast to the others. Yet, she had somehow managed to deceive the MiB, convincing them that her crimes were minor.
Jon paused outside a nondescript cell, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He turned to face the door, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Found you!" he murmured, his hand reaching out to the door.
Boom!
A fireball erupted from Jon's hand, blasting the door into a thousand splintered fragments. The Cake Girl, startled by the sudden explosion, pressed herself against the cold, metallic wall of her cell.
"Who...who are you?!" she stammered, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at the figure silhouetted in the doorway.
As the smoke cleared, Jon's face came into view. His eyes were ablaze, a fierce fire that seemed to consume his entire being. The sight of him was enough to send a shiver of dread down the Cake Girl's spine.
"Don't be afraid," Jon said, his voice soft, almost soothing. He stepped into the cell, his boots crunching on the debris. "I just need a lock of your hair."
Without waiting for a response, he reached out and yanked a handful of hair from her head. The sudden pain elicited a sharp scream from the Cake Girl. Jon, unfazed, pressed her against the wall, his hands firm on her shoulders.
"And...your soul," he added, his eyes burning brighter.
In the blink of an eye, Jon's face was enveloped in a cloud of smoke. His skin and flesh seemed to melt away, revealing the skeletal figure of the Ghost Rider beneath.
"Look into my eyes..." Ghost Rider whispered, his voice echoing in the small cell. He reached out, his flaming hand passing through the Cake Girl's chest, burning her soul away.
[Ding! You have eliminated an additional interstellar criminal. You have been awarded 50 penalty points.]
[Ding! Your legendary mission has been updated: Judge a thousand sinful souls across all worlds. Current progress: 60/1000.]
With the Cake Girl's soul extinguished, Jon reverted back to his human form. He stepped over the remnants of the door, exiting the cell with a sense of satisfaction.
Outside, a phalanx of prison guards awaited him, their laser guns trained on him. The captain, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, barked an order.
"Fire!"
Blue lasers filled the air, streaking towards Jon with deadly precision. But just as they were about to hit him, Jon vanished, his body disappearing into thin air.
One by one, Jon infiltrated the cells, his method unchanged. He sought out the criminals whose sins were grave enough to warrant his judgement, leaving a trail of extinguished souls in his wake.
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"Z, we have a situation!"
The director's office door swung open, revealing a stern-looking blonde woman. She clutched a tablet in her hand, her eyes reflecting the urgency of the situation.
"What's the matter, O?" Z asked, his brows furrowing in concern.
Agent O was a high-ranking member of the MIB. In the original movie plot, she had succeeded Z as Director after his untimely demise at the hands of Serleena.
"It's Jon. He's escaped," O announced, her face grave.
"What?! How did he manage that?" Z demanded, his voice echoing in the room.
"He...just vanished."
"Vanished? What do you mean vanished?!"
"Just...vanished. He disappeared right where he was standing," O explained, though her words seemed to do little to alleviate Z's confusion.
With a sigh, she stepped forward, offering the tablet to Z. "See for yourself."
Z took the tablet, his eyes scanning the footage of Jon in the detention room. He watched as Jon sat cross-legged, his demeanor calm and composed. Then, without warning, Jon stood up, waved at the camera, and vanished into thin air.
"He didn't just escape. He attacked several holding cells and killed the inmates," O added, her voice steady despite the grim news.
Z's face darkened, his mind racing. "Lockdown the headquarters. I want everyone on high alert. Nothing gets in or out, not even a fly."
Before he could issue further orders, another agent burst into the room, his face pale. "Director, the tech department has been attacked. All the guards are down!"
"Damn it, what is this bastard up to?!" Z slammed his fist on the table, his anger palpable. The situation was spiraling out of control, and he had no idea what Jon's next move would be.
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