With the ability to teleport, Mike's life became much more convenient.
After calming Constantine and the others, Mike opened a portal and traveled across states to the MIB Headquarters.
"You handled the matters in Washington State and California very well this time..." Agent O and Agent Z specifically made time to greet Mike, their "hero."
Agent O had already learned the outcome of the California demon incident from Constantine, giving her a completely new understanding of Mike's strength.
As for the Vampire and Werewolf factory in Washington State, Mike had reported it to Headquarters upon his return last time.
These two incidents combined were enough to prove Mike's capability and reliability.
"Come with me, our 'rising star,' perhaps we should have a good talk now." After a warm exchange, Agent O gestured that Mike had serious matters to discuss.
"Star?" On the way to the conference room, Mike was a bit confused.
"Yes, star!" Agent Z, walking alongside him, explained with a smile, "Don't you know? You've become the new 'Legend' among MIB agents, and your popularity is no less than the previous generation's legend, K..."
The previous generation's 'Legend,' K, worked for the MIB for over forty years without a single mistake.
He showed other agents what it meant to be an excellent employee through his diligent career.
Even though K had retired, his deeds continued to inspire the younger agents in the Organization.
However, times were changing, and a new generation of 'Legends' had already risen, and at a very rapid pace.
Compared to K's forty-plus years of hard work, Mike had only been with the MIB for a little over a year, but he had handled many incidents, all of which carried a mysterious aura.
Even his high school encounter with an cannibal had been dug up by interested agents.
In summary, Mike's resume was equally impressive, and he already showed a trend of replacing K as the new spiritual benchmark for young MIB agents.
Mike, who had been busy with his own affairs, hadn't paid attention to this situation. Hearing Agent Z's narration now, it felt like an unexpected boon.
However, for Mike, who needed popularity to collect faith points, this feeling wasn't bad.
"I want to know, is what Agent John (John Constantine) said in his report true, that you punished a fallen angel and defeated Satan?" Once in the conference room, Agent O's expression turned serious.
She fixed her gaze on Mike's reaction with an inquiring look.
"I did give Gabriel a small punishment, but defeating Satan did not happen..." Mike corrected Agent O's statement.
Although Mike's life level was currently the same as Satan's, there was still a significant difference in strength and foundation.
Expressed in numbers, it was more than a hundred times different.
In such a situation, resisting Satan for two moves was already his limit, let alone defeating him.
That would be completely self-aggrandizing...
"In other words, your current strength is very powerful, already surpassing that of the legendary angels..." Agent O, only hearing half of what he said, relaxed her expression, even showing a relieved smile.
However, it wasn't her fault.
The world was developing too quickly; handling alien affairs was already the limit for Agent O and the MIB.
Then, recently, Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, and Demons all appeared. Agent O, who had no experience in dealing with such incidents, seemed calm before, but only Heaven knew how much pressure she was under.
Now, with Mike's existence, she had many ideas.
"Can you demonstrate your ability? Just a little bit is fine." To be safe, before implementing her plan, Agent O wanted to see Mike's ability with her own eyes.
Mike, while not easily using mind-reading on those around him, saw from Agent O's expression that she seemed to have no ill intentions.
So Mike extended his hands, and after a flash of white light, an enlarged "Noisy Cricket" appeared in his hand.
"Do you need to try out its power at the shooting range?" Mike asked with a smile.
"No, no need... I also have some research on firearms..." Agent Z, receiving a nod from Agent O, took the "Noisy Cricket" from Mike's hand.
After skillfully disassembling and reassembling the enlarged "Noisy Cricket," Agent Z exclaimed in surprise, "This is incredible! This weapon, which appeared out of nowhere, is more than twenty times more powerful than other similar products..."
Hearing Agent Z's incessant chatter, Mike couldn't help but take another look at the greasy, bald middle-aged man.
Because it was a demonstration of his ability, Mike, with the Power of Transformation, hadn't used his full strength.
Therefore, the "Noisy Cricket" he created this time was indeed only about twenty times stronger than a regular Noisy Cricket.
Agent Z, who could discern this in a short amount of time, might not be as he claimed, only having a little research on weapons.
Conservatively speaking, Agent Z was at least a weapon master.
It had to be said, the MIB truly was "full of hidden talents."
"A very good ability." Watching Mike transform the enlarged "Noisy Cricket" back into points of white light, Agent O said frankly, "Agent M, you're very good. After the Organization's assessment, you're qualified to become an administrator of the MIB's Special Department, taking charge of all special squads. Do you agree?"
Although the MIB was massive, its previous scope of operations had always been focused on dealing with aliens.
However, in recent years, a Special Department for handling unusual incidents had gradually been added.
If Mike became the manager of the Special Department, in terms of authority, he would be on the same level as Agent O.
"I will follow the Organization's arrangements." Mike, who urgently needed to expand his influence, obviously wouldn't refuse Agent O's kind offer.
"Very good, the appointment notification will be sent to you later." Agent O and Agent Z exchanged glances, both smiling.
Then, Agent O said with a smile, "From now on, we should address you as Mr. M."
Within the MIB, besides ordinary staff without codenames, everyone else could be called an agent. And the management layer who managed the agents were referred to as Mr. or Ms.
Clearly, Mike had now been promoted to a member of the MIB's management.
"Now, let me introduce you to the personnel configuration of the Special Department..." Agent O took out the prepared documents and handed them to Mike, then verbally introduced, "The members you will need to manage from now on, besides your X Squad, also include Constantine's Y Squad, Blade's A Squad, and the Winchester Brothers' W Squad..."
Because the MIB had not been managing mysterious incidents for long, the number of special department squads was not large.
Moreover, apart from Mike's X Squad, the strength of the other special squads was questionable. For example, Constantine's squad this time, while perhaps capable of handling general special incidents, could only call Headquarters for support when encountering powerful opponents.
Not to mention Blade, who had left the Organization due to mental issues and hadn't been heard from in a long time.
In other words, these agents and their squads would all need Mike to gradually integrate them in the future.
Overall, while Mike had been promoted, he had also taken over a mess.
"From now on, the Special Department will be entirely under your management. You can implement any ideas and plans you have on your own. If you need any help from the Organization, you can also tell us..." Considering the difficulty of managing the Special Department, Agent O gave Mike a great deal of autonomy and support.
Just then, the conference room door was roughly pushed open, and Agent J rushed in, demanding in a questioning tone, "Mike, have you heard the rumors outside? They're actually saying you're the new 'Legend'..."
It should be mentioned here that the previous generation's "Legend," K, was not only Agent J's former partner but also his mentor.
Although Agent J usually acted as if he looked down on K, he actually regarded him as a "father figure."
Now that Mike had a tendency to usurp K's "honor," Agent J was naturally displeased.
"Agent J, we're having an important meeting. Who told you to come in without knocking?" Agent O frowned at Agent J's rashness.
"I, I..." Realizing that Agent O and Agent Z were both present, Agent J stammered a bit.
Don't be fooled by how approachable Agent O and Agent Z seemed in front of Mike; these two MIB administrators were quite authoritative in front of the agents.
"Don't 'I' or 'you' me, do you have something to say?" Agent O continued to ask with a frown.
"I, nothing..." Agent J had originally come with a burst of passion to stand up for K.
However, in this situation, he clearly found it difficult to speak, and could only glare at Mike to express his dissatisfaction.
"If you have nothing to say, get out and don't disturb our discussion." Agent O said, exasperated, "Also, Mike will be the manager of the Special Department from now on. You should call him Mr. M."
As the "spark" K left for the MIB, Agent O initially had high hopes for Agent J.
However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
As time went on, Agent J's performance failed to satisfy Agent O. Not only did he not become the "Legend" successor, Agent J couldn't even find a permanent partner.
Therefore, as things went to extremes, in Agent O's view, Agent J not only had problems with his ability but even with his thinking.
Such unqualified performance was simply an embarrassment to the already retired Agent K.