Amelia was one of the trickiest opponents the MIB Special Department had ever dealt with; although her strength was not impressive, she caused no small amount of trouble for MIB Headquarters.
However, with her death, this public opinion storm, stirred up by the Vampire and feminists, would eventually pass.
Agent O and Agent Z from MIB Headquarters could finally have a peaceful Christmas.
As for Mike, after handing over the task of quelling the public opinion storm to MIB Headquarters and New York Police, he immediately opened a space portal and went to Genovia that very night.
After spending a perfect Christmas holiday in Genovia, he returned to New York with Jessie and the other girls.
By this time, nearly a month had passed since the Vampire leader's death.
During this period, MIB Headquarters and New York Police also clarified the Vampire public opinion incident to the general public through various media outlets in New York.
With the release of the complete video of the Vampire's killing, Blade was now finally vindicated.
Moreover, the public opinion storm Amelia caused this time was not entirely a bad thing. With the end of the entire incident, the MIB once again entered the public's view.
This earned MIB Headquarters and the MIB Special Department considerable prestige.
Specifically, Blade and Constantine, among others, became household "celebrities."
As for Mike's gains, they were even greater. As the director of the MIB Special Department, coupled with his identity as a conscientious entrepreneur and philanthropist, As people's lives improved following the past economic depression, the faith value he received daily was more than three times what it used to be.
His strength was improving like a rocket every day.
It is foreseeable that it won't be long before his own strength can catch up with Satan and God, the two known power ceilings.
Time passed leisurely for another half year.
In these six months, the factory business under King Investment Group also became increasingly prosperous due to previous strategic planning.
As the executive director, Chris was now incredibly busy every day, experiencing both pain and joy.
Meanwhile, King Agency had several inspirational films released in the past six months.
Seizing this momentum, Jessie, the agency's director, also took the opportunity to launch several new stars for the company.
It could be said that everything was looking up.
"Regina, have you thought about your next album?" By the large rooftop swimming pool, Mike, who was enjoying the service of many beautiful women, looked at the three girls of The Plastics, who were lying like salted fish beside him.
Bad company corrupts good character.
Regina, who originally had some ambition, gradually showed a tendency to be assimilated after enjoying more than a year of leisurely life with Mike.
"Album? How about we push it to next year?" Regina looked a bit guilty. If Mike hadn't mentioned the album, she would have almost forgotten that she was star.
Speaking of being stars, the three girls of The Plastics simply couldn't compare to MJ.
It should be noted that their albums were released at the same time last year, and MJ's latest album for this year has already been produced and is just waiting for promotion and release.
However, The Plastics' new album was still in the realm of fantasy.
"Karen, Gretchen, what are your thoughts?" Mike then looked at the remaining two girls of The Plastics.
"I'm fine, whatever works." Karen, with her long wavy hair, stretched, revealing her good figure. "If there's work, I'll do it; if there's no work, like now, it's pretty good too."
Fools have their blessings. Karen was the least scheming of the three girls, with a somewhat easygoing personality.
She was very content with her current lifestyle.
"As for me, I'm currently thinking about writing a book. Regarding a new album, I also think it can be postponed for a while…" Gretchen, who had a scholarly air about her, replied afterward.
Despite Gretchen's athletic physique, her personality was actually a bit introverted.
Her becoming star was entirely due to Regina's influence.
If she had to choose for herself, she would definitely prefer work in the literary and artistic fields.
In other words, the three girls, having passed their novelty period, had no ideas for their new album.
They even lacked a strong desire to continue being star.
"It's fine if you don't want to release a new album; I can support you anyway," Mike said with a smile. "But, shouldn't you show me some appreciation?"
King Agency currently didn't lack The Plastics as a pillar; if they wanted to rest, they could.
Moreover, Mike, who had already become a big capitalist, didn't lack The Plastics as a cash cow.
As for what to do if the girls regretted it later?
At worst, Mike would then specially produce a high-quality album for them, allowing them to continue enjoying the feeling of being star.
After all, Mike had resources and capabilities; these were minor issues.
"Our whole selves are yours, what else do you want?" Regina stood up with a smile, looking at Mike lying on the lounge chair.
She was actually quite touched by the man's promise.
"I know, let's give Mike a spa treatment~" Karen, with her long wavy hair, who seemed to be a bit simple-minded, apparently understood Mike's heart best.
So, not long after, the girls from Kings Dance Troupe who had come to "play" were sent out.
Only the three girls of The Plastics and the little maid Lena remained on the top floor, holding various essential oils and beginning to give Mike a full body massage.
...
More than half an hour later, just as a refreshed Mike was about to take the initiative, the MIB internal phone beside him suddenly flashed red and emitted a loud alarm.
"What's wrong?" The little maid Lena picked up the old-fashioned black phone from the side; the screen was flashing words like "Danger."
"MIB Headquarters is in an emergency, but since it can still send an alarm, the problem shouldn't be too big..."
After explaining, Mike patted the little faces of the three girls in front of him and said with a smile, "You go wash up first and clean your mouths. We'll continue when I get back."
There were priorities; personal enjoyment could certainly be put aside for later.
So, with the help of the little maid, Mike put on a T-shirt and walked out of King's Building, driving towards Fifth Bridge.
Actually, Mike hadn't told the whole story just now.
Unless it was an exceptionally serious situation, Agent O generally wouldn't send an emergency distress signal to agents who were outside.
In other words, MIB Headquarters should be in big trouble right now.
"Agent J, did you go digging a hole?" Arriving at Fifth Bridge in the suburbs, Mike saw Agent J, who had arrived earlier, and his new partner, the talking alien dog, Frank.
Agent J was covered in dirt, and his clothes were torn, making him look more miserable than a homeless person.
"Don't even ask, we encountered a very, very large alien sand worm in Subway Line 3 that was in heat. Agent J almost became that worm's excrement..." Before Agent J could speak, the talkative alien dog named Frank began to complain.
Sandworm: A very low-intelligence alien insectoid, with sharp mouthparts, capable of growing to 40-80 meters in length when adult.
This creature is very good at digging holes, and once it goes berserk, it can cause devastating damage to underground tunnels and facilities.
Agent J and Frank had just been outside dealing with a berserk adult sandworm.
"Shut up, Frank!" Agent J didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Mike, so after scolding his alien dog partner, he said casually, "It's just an alien bug. I just took out my weapon and scared it away."
"If I hadn't received the signal from Headquarters, I would definitely have taught it a lesson..."
Beside him, the alien dog, hearing Agent J's bragging, looked very constipated.
However, seeing Agent J's warning gaze, Frank ultimately chose to remain silent, giving his partner some face.
In fact, just now on Subway Line 3, Agent J and the alien dog Frank, this man and dog, had barely escaped from the sandworm's maw with all their might.
Although the outcome was good, saving a train car full of passengers, they had no ability to counterattack the sandworm.
Mike saw through it but didn't say anything, listening to Agent J boast about his combat power while walking with him into Fifth Bridge.
"Holy moly!!! Is this an alien invasion?!" As soon as he entered the internal passage of the bridge, Agent J exclaimed.
In the reception room in front of him, the middle-aged MIB who used to be responsible for opening and closing the door now had a cylindrical hole in his chest, with blood splattered everywhere, clearly dead beyond dead.
"This guy was already working here when we first arrived." Agent J stepped forward with some sadness, helping to close the eyes of the deceased that were still open in death.
"There's also a strong smell of blood inside Headquarters. I'll go check the situation first..." Mike sniffed his nose, then activated his super speed and disappeared into the entrance.
Now was not the time for sadness.