"If you had enough combat ability, I wouldn't mind taking you out on field duty." Johnson's fingertips lightly tapped the table as he stated this harsh reality.
Kyoko wasn't discouraged by this. As a mature police officer, she understood her own capabilities clearly.
Facing his gaze, the young policewoman leaned back in her chair resignedly and said with a pout: "Haha, you know exactly how much combat ability I have, don't you? Let's just forget about it."
"What if there's an opportunity right in front of you to become stronger? Would you take it?"
Kyoko's small hand tightened as she noticed Johnson wasn't joking, "Are you serious? Is it some kind of superpower?"
"That's right, you could call it that."
Seeing him nod, Kyoko's eyes lit up, "Then I'm in."
"Let's be clear: this power can only be used for the right purposes. I can grant it, and I can also take it back. Understand?"
"Understood!"
Satisfied with her response, Johnson nodded approvingly, activated his Stand ability, and the fantasy card "Black Widow" appeared in his hand. He flicked it toward Kyoko in an instant.
In a flash, it disappeared into the young policewoman's smooth, fair chest.
The nervously waiting woman saw him flick his fingers but then do nothing more, and asked, confused, "Is that... it?"
"What did you expect? That I'd need to prepare materials for some special ritual?"
"But I was actually anticipating something more..."
Johnson stood up and patted Kyoko's shoulder gently as he passed by, "Use this power well. When I'm not around, the Special Affairs Section is in your hands."
"Hey, hey, hey, what's with that weird tone? Ugh..." Before she could finish, her heart gave an unprecedented heavy thump, interrupting her attempt to grab him.
The next moment, her blood seemed to burn, and a transformation from within began.
The young policewoman's gaze grew vacant as her body absorbed the supernatural powers and an overwhelming influx of expert knowledge across various fields. She sat there, dazed by the transformation.
Meanwhile, Johnson had already paid the bill and instructed the server not to disturb Kyoko, allowing her to recover naturally.
Then he left alone. His abrupt departure earned him quiet curses from the hostess, who thought him a scoundrel.
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The next morning.
The first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, their warmth gently rousing Kyoko from her deep sleep.
She opened her eyes, nest-like messy hair falling across her face and partially obscuring her sleepy gaze.
As she got up to wash, her bare feet landed on the bathroom's small ceramic tiles — still wet from last night's shower — and she suddenly lost her balance.
Oh no!
As she fell backward, Kyoko instinctively reached out. With just the slightest pressure from her fingertips against the ground, her arms, shoulders, and core engaged in one fluid motion.
What should have been an awkward tumble transformed into an elegant, nimble backflip.
Her luminously fair legs skillfully avoided the clothes scattered on the floor, the stacked containers, and the various cosmetics on the wall shelves, landing with perfect grace.
Standing firmly on the ground again, Kyoko remained in a dazed state.
Last night's events at the restaurant were still vivid in her memory — Johnson's casual flick of his finger, followed by that sensation of falling into fire, her entire body burning hot.
She couldn't remember how she got back to her apartment, only that her mind now contained a wealth of knowledge that wasn't hers before.
Combat, shooting, etiquette, gymnastics, fighter jet piloting, rapid computer hacking, tactics for defeating multiple enemies, and even how to use her body to captivate men...
The memory of acquiring that last skill made her blush and feel parched, but these new abilities had transformed her experience and perception, changing her entire worldview.
What just happened confirmed it — effortlessly executing a gymnast-level backflip she could never have done before, that incredible flexibility and the sudden burst of strength in her muscles. All signs pointed to one conclusion.
"The power the Section Chief gave me... it's actually real..." Kyoko whispered, her eyes shining brighter than ever.
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Z-City Police Station.
After not seeing Kyoko all morning, Johnson called out to a passing officer, "Hey, Carol, did Kyoko take the day off? I haven't seen her today."
The female officer, holding some files, replied softly, "Section Chief, Kyoko went to the training ground early this morning, before you arrived."
"I see."
Johnson waved, sending the straightforward young woman back to work, then grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out.
Arriving in the corridor, he recalled the location of the training ground.
The next moment, azure mental energy surged and enveloped his body. The Teleport Skill activated, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished.
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Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Bang Bang—
In the spacious combat range, a petite, agile figure moved swiftly through the course. She executed a clean tactical roll to reach cover, then smoothly drew and fired her gun with perfect precision.
The bullet hit the bullseye on the human-shaped target's chest!
Before the crisp gunshot even faded, the slender figure had already performed a sliding tackle across the ground, reaching the next shooting position and firing again with the same deadly accuracy.
Outside the range, the timekeeper stood dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open as his gaze followed the graceful figure moving around the training ground. His expression alone revealed his utter amazement.
"You should hit the timer now."
A friendly voice from behind reminded the timekeeper.
He instinctively pressed the timing button just as the figure in the field "killed" the last "criminal" and crossed the finish line.
Kyoko inserted the training gun into the rack and removed her thick tactical gloves while walking out of the training ground.
"How's my score?" She asked casually.
"58.3 seconds." The timekeeper announced, "Breaking the station's record of 2 minutes and 30 seconds. We'll need to wait for the computer to calculate your accuracy score."
"Huh?" Kyoko realized the voice wasn't the usual training ground officer's. Looking up, she spotted Johnson holding a cup of coffee and exclaimed with delight, "Section Chief! What brings you here?"
"Here, for you." Johnson handed over the still-hot coffee with a meaningful smile, "I came to see your 'training results.'"
"Hehe..." Kyoko accepted the coffee gratefully. She understood his implication perfectly, and her face, already flushed from exercise, brightened with a radiant smile, "I was just getting thirsty after training. Thanks, Section Chief!"
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