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"How dare you be so disrespectful to me!" Plastic bottles and pizza boxes pressed against his cheeks, and a sharp object grazed his earlobe. He heard the black man's laughter and the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.
"This is what you deserve!"
Someone shouted in the distance. Michael struggled, and the overturned trash can rolled him onto the sidewalk. When he finally crawled out, he found his work pants stained with sauce and coffee grounds, and a rusty screw clutched in his right palm—probably the last souvenir he had brought from the factory.
"Need any help?" a voice came from not far away. Michael looked up and saw a man in a camel-colored trench coat sitting on a public bench, slowly licking his ice cream. The man was about six billion years old, his greasy hair was neatly combed, and the wedding ring on his left ring finger gleamed warmly under the streetlight.
Ice cream dripped onto the man's shiny leather shoes.
He didn't wipe it.
He simply continued to gaze calmly at Michael, who was covered in filth.
Michael was also watching him.
“Gabriel.” The former vice-ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom was quite disheveled, standing on the street corner, his wet hair dripping with sewage, his eyes fixed on the man sitting on the public bench.
His brother looked up and gave him a gentle smile.
Good evening, brother.
Gabriel straightened his clothes. Michael strode over and plopped down on the bench, splashing dirty water onto Gabriel's shiny leather shoes.
"You smell terrible."
Gabriel wrinkled his nose and snapped his fingers. A soft white light flashed, and the filth on Michael's body vanished instantly, even restoring his clothes to their original whiteness.
This scene.
To Michael's surprise, his pupils dilated.
"Why do you still have divine power?!"
He grabbed Gabriel's wrist suddenly, his voice filled with disbelief and shock.
"Perhaps it's because I've always been obedient?"
Gabriel chuckled and bent down to wipe his shoes with a wet tissue.
“Okay, that’s good. You can send me back to Heaven.” Michael’s voice was full of pleading, with an eager excitement. “Right now, immediately.”
He didn't want to stay in the human world for even a moment longer.
however.
"Oh, oh, oh, the help I'm talking about isn't this favor, it's that I can take you back to that factory for free." Upon hearing this, Gabriel immediately waved his hands frantically to distance himself. There was no such thing as a fake brother or not; he knew the Cherubim was even more ruthless than him, that guy had directly blocked the gates of Heaven.
"I want to go back to heaven!"
Michael's roar startled the crows in the trees.
A crow defecated on his head.
Fortunately, Gabriel intervened in time, saving the Vice-King of Heaven from a potentially disastrous situation.
"I will not disobey our father for your sake." This was the only help Gabriel could offer; he wouldn't dare help Michael return to Heaven even if he had a thousand lives.
Michael's eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Then go and send Lucifer back to Hell.” He said firmly, making a compromise, but this seemingly normal request made Gabriel’s eyes widen.
Completely dumbfounded.
"Me? Me, fight Lucifer?"
He pointed to his nostrils.
It was as if they had heard some unbelievable joke.
"Are you alright? Or do you have a high fever? Humans can hallucinate when they have a fever." Gabriel reached out to touch Michael's forehead.
However, Michael easily dodged it.
"If you won't help me! I'll find my father myself and clear up the misunderstanding... Then I'll settle the score with you." Michael's personality was still as wicked and domineering as ever.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Gabriel felt helpless.
"Perhaps it's not a misunderstanding at all." Gabriel didn't take Michael's threats to heart. Most angels in Heaven were threatened by Michael more than 366 times a year.
His sudden words made Michael stop in his tracks.
"What do you mean?"
The Archangel King turned around and gazed at his brother with his golden eyes.
Upon hearing this, Gabriel stood up and dusted off non-existent dust: "Go back and fix the screws. I'm just a prankster now and don't want to get involved in this."
He did not reveal any useful information.
"Have you been in contact with your father?"
Michael held on tightly, his eyes filled with accusation.
Gabriel responded by saying something completely different from the question: “You underestimate the human world. It’s extremely dangerous here. If you’re not careful, it won’t just be a matter of dancing for Lucifer.”
He was advising his elder brother.
How did you know what I streamed?
The elder brother, however, was only concerned with Gabriel's information channels.
"..."
Gabriel's expression visibly stiffened, and his tone carried a hint of guilt. "I am an archangel. I have not lost my glory. Of course I know everything."
These words had a strong undertone of trying to cover something up. It was true that Michael had lost his glory, but he hadn't lost his mind, so he immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Was it you who told me to take off my pants in the live stream before?!" Michael grabbed Gabriel by the collar, trying to lift him up but failed.
"I'm worried about you, brother!"
"Look at this dangerous world."
Gabriel chuckled dryly.
He raised his hand and conjured a floating television set in the air.
The screen lights up.
In the scene, a man dressed as a clown is pouring engine oil into Amanadir's mouth while muttering things like, "Fully synthetic engine oil, I love maintaining my mount."
Amanadir remained unmoved, frantically drinking oil with a vacant stare, clearly under mind control. He even conjured several jet engines from his wings.
"..."
Michael knew that Amanadir was in a bad situation, but he didn't expect him to be in such a bad situation.
"I'm not as stupid as him."
After a long time.
Michael swallowed hard before offering his evaluation.
“Amanadir has always been stupid.” Gabriel nodded approvingly, then added meaningfully, “But how can you be sure your father won’t arrange similar trials for you?”
They are now discussing an omniscient and omnipotent God.
Anything is possible.
“What does Father want from us… This isn’t just a trial, it’s a catastrophe.” Michael’s gaze was fixed on Amanadir, whose eyes were empty in the image.
His Adam's apple bobbed again.
Silence spread between the two.
The sounds of biubiubiu, a daily occurrence, drifted from afar.
It's a gang fight.
It seems to be about competing for organs imported from overseas, as well as prostitutes and male prostitutes.
“Not bad, this batch of goods is ours. Do you know how much a pretty boy can sell for on the dark web? Much more than selling parts!” The sounds of gang warfare reached Michael’s ears.
He touched his delicate skin.
There was silence for a few seconds.
“Take me back… I haven’t finished my livestream for today.” As a battle angel, Michael naturally knew how to weigh the pros and cons, so he ultimately chose to back down.
“A wise choice, my brother.” Gabriel smiled, put his hand on Michael’s shoulder, and a flash of white light appeared, leaving only a briefcase and half an ice cream on the bench.
A stray cat passing by jumped up, attempting to eat nature's bounty.
"Thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~"
The cat was startled by the sudden ringing of a cell phone—Gabriel reappeared, picked up his briefcase, and answered his cell phone call.
“I did it. You’re not allowed to come looking for me again… I just want to be alone.” On Gabriel’s phone screen, the caller ID flashed the name [Lucifer].
He didn't see it.
far away.
His image was reflected in the eyes of the homeless old man.
"Hey~"
Sighs echoed through the streets.
Out of sight, out of mind, the old man turned his head to look at the road. An unmanned Hellcat sped past, and the boy inside was talking on a broken cell phone.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be there in a minute… I haven’t broken any traffic laws, and I haven’t been speeding.” Ian reached out and changed the Hellcat’s speedometer needle from 220 to 30.
Although the Hellcat didn't slow down, Ian was now able to justify his actions. By the time he hung up the phone with Officer Beckett, the Hellcat had already stopped in front of the Emerald Lake Apartments.
The red and blue flashing lights of the police car were particularly glaring in the twilight, and several residents were gathered in the lobby whispering to each other.
“This is truly an outcome I didn’t expect.” Ian rushed up the stairs, taking three steps at a time, and met Kate Beckett, who was standing with her arms crossed, in the fifth-floor corridor.
"To be honest, I advise you not to go in. The scene inside is truly terrifying." The policewoman's face was not good; she looked deathly pale, as if she had been subjected to some kind of nauseating stimulus.
"As the son of a journalist, I want to be a journalist in the future, so this is just a necessary step for me. Believe me, no matter how bloody the scene, it can't affect my mind, but not finding the truth will really make me feel terrible - please, I need to know the truth, I need to get the answer."
Ian took advantage of Officer Kate Beckett's weaknesses.
She found empathy in Ian's words, thinking of her own journalist mother who had been tragically murdered. After a moment's hesitation, the policewoman led Ian through the door.
In the living room, a woman in a nightgown was curled up on the sofa, sobbing. The female forensic doctor was gently patting her back, and Ian's gaze swept over the bruises on the woman's neck.