IE: Chapter 54. Homeless Hancock.

Noah was shocked when he saw that face, it was exactly like J. He was just a bit dirty, with a shaggy beard, and messy hair. He didn't seem to do well either.

But Noah was sure that this person was definitely not J! He was detected as an alien by the radar, and J was definitely an earthling.

"J, why are you dressed like this? Are you pranking us? This isn't funny!!" Frank said, as he walked over.

"Wait a minute, Frank, he's not J."

"N, how could I not recognize him with a fake beard and a wig? I've lived on Earth for many years and can tell every Earthling apart. You're not in on it, are you? You're both screwing with me?"

"Eh? Am I that drunk already? Is a dog talking to me? " The other party shook his head, "What did you just call me?"

"It's me, my name is Noah. What's your name? It's getting dark, why don't you go home, why are you sleeping on a park bench?" Noah grabbed Frank's neck and picked him up.

Frank cocked his head, "He's really not J. Does J have a long lost twin brother? Do you know about this?"

"My name is John Hancock, and I don't have a home. Got some change on you? I need to buy a drink." Hancock yawned.

"Hey, you stole my hot dog and you haven't apologized to me yet!" Frank shouted.

Whether he was J's twin brother or not, an apology was in order. We can talk to J about compensation later, or at least pay him two hot dogs back!

Hancock rubbed his eyes. He didn't see Noah's lips move just now. Instead, the dog's mouth kept opening and closing. 'Is the dog really talking?'

"Do you hear your own dog talking?"

"Who are you calling a dog? I'm Frank, not a dog!"

Noah looked at Hancock, "Frank said that you stole his hot dog this morning, right next to this park. Is that true?"

"I did pick up a left hot dog in the park this morning. I didn't see anyone around me, so I took it. I'm homeless, that's normal. I didn't steal anything." Hancock argued.

Noah looked at Frank, 'Why is the story different?'

"The hot dog was right next to me! How can you not see me? You stole it from me, what do you mean not stealing?! N, arrest him, he's violating the MIB rules!"

"What's M.I.B? Why are you arresting me? I just picked up a hot dog! " Hancock said as he backed away.

"Hancock, you really need to come back with me and at least register. Hey, don't go ... fuck!"

Noah and Frank both look up at the sky, 'Hancock can fly!'

Now they knew why the scent suddenly disappeared before, it must have been because Hancock flew away.

Hancock, who could fly, reminded Noah of a movie, 'But isn't this the Men in Black movie world?'

"N, can the M.I.B catch flying aliens?"

"Yes! I'll go back to headquarters first. You should try to find out where he is, I need to find a way to talk to him properly."

　　...

Hancock escaped New York's Expo Park and flew straight across the river to the top of a tall building in New Jersey. 'What's the M.I.B? I've only heard of the F.B.I.'

He actually didn't remember how old he was this year. He only remembered that he woke up, lying in a park at the side of the road, and didn't remember anything before that.

And he had been wandering around for many years, but he didn't age, and he doesn't know why.

He once thought that he was an ordinary person, but he soon discovered that he was different from everyone around him. He had a strong body, powerful strength, and speed that was far beyond ordinary people. When he was hit by a car, he was left unharmed.

An, he could also fly. Normal people couldn't fly! He had suspected that he was Superman, like in the comics.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a job. He wandered around, homeless. Occasionally, he would get some money, but he used it to buy alcohol. When he got drunk, his head won't hurt, and he wouldn't feel lonely.

He also thought that if he helped others like Superman, he could get a lot of cheers and gratitude. However, after doing it twice, he gave up on it. It was because the people he helped, cursed him, instead of thanking him.

For example, the first time, he saw a person who didn't pull the handbrakes of his car at a downhill slope, causing the vehicle to slide down and almost run someone over. He jumped over, overturned the car and saved the poor man, but the other party actually asked him to pay for the car. He was trying to save him!

The second time, when he saw smoke billowing from a house's window, he crashed through the wall to get in, rescued the people, and burst the faucet to put out the fire. But the man said that he destroyed the house and wanted to call the police.

Since then, he didn't like helping others. Why should he be blamed instead of thanked for helping others?

Sitting on the roof, he looked through the window across the street, through which he could see a beautiful woman, dressed in very little, doing some yoga.

Hancock's mood, suddenly it's much better. At night, while it was getting dark, he intended to continue to fly west, away from New York.

　　...

Noah went back to the M.I.B and immediately asked his colleague, a fat alien woman with six hands and four eyes.

"Lily, help me find out if there were any special police reports recently. For example, someone saying they saw someone flying in the sky. Anything like that."

Lily's six arms rapidly tapped the keyboard, "Any other clues? Which alien are you looking for?"

"By the way, can you help me check if there's an alien named Hancock registered with us? Well~~ he's strong, looks exactly like an Earthling, and can fly."

Lily's finger stopped, "N, are you sure? I have been working in the M.I.B since '63, in data management. I've never heard of such an alien."

"Have you ever heard of Krypton?" Noah asked.

"No. Where did you hear that? Are you pronouncing it wrong? How do you spell that?"

"Er ~~ I just heard it, I don't know how to spell it. Please look for it first. If you find anything, tell me as soon as possible."

Noah went back to his desk, logged on to the data base, and began to look for information. No one named Hancock was found, nor was anyone named John.

After thinking for a moment, he copied J's photo and prepared to search through images.

"Hey, N, what are you doing searching my picture? Didn't you go to help Frank catch an alien who stole his hot dog? Did you catch them? Actually, I think you should just buy him two hot dogs. It's just a small thing, we shouldn't bother."

J, carrying a glass of juice, appeared behind Noah.

"J, have you seen anyone who looks like you in New York?"

J: "???"

"N, like you, I have no siblings and no extended family. You know that. Why are you asking that?"

"Would you believe me when I say that I saw a guy who looks exactly like you?"