Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit
"Don't try to scare a materialist like me with folk tales."
Sing Sing tugged at his thin collar, feigning nonchalance. "This is a genuine Armani limited edition, made of high-quality, breathable material that keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer. It's high-end fashion; you guys wouldn't understand!"
Achoo!
A sneeze hit the windshield, spraying out a large cloud of white mist that obscured the view ahead.
The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes.
The pickup truck left screech ruts on the icy dirt road, its body swaying uncontrollably before finally coming to a stop at the entrance of Linshengtun.
A yellow warning line was set up between two trees in the snowstorm ahead.
Several local police officers in military overcoats were stamping their feet and rubbing their hands together while on duty.
It was just a follow-up visit, why are there police involved?
"Leader Zhou, we can't go any further. The police have sealed off the village. I can only take you this far. Please take care of yourself!"
Sing Sing pushed open the car door and stepped into the snow.
"Holy crap! This weather is a physical punishment for southerners!"
He walked shakily to the police line.
A police officer raised his hand to block the way, standing in front of them. "Comrade, the village ahead is under investigation; unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from entering!"
Sing Sing pulled out an ID card with an official seal from his suit pocket, held it between his stiff, purple fingers, and shoved it in front of the other person. "Look carefully! 749 Bureau, Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office, Chief Section Level cadre!"
"I was sent by my superiors to inspect this specially approved ecological protection project. If it delays this key national project, can you take responsibility? I'll call your bureau chief and complain about you right now!"
Actually, he didn't even have the bureau chief's number in his phone.
The officer took the identification and verified the seal, composed himself, stood at attention with his legs together, saluted, turned around, raised the cordon, and let them pass. "Good day, sir! It's windy inside, please walk carefully!"
Sing Sing snorted with satisfaction, put his hands behind his back, and strode quickly into the village with an air of indifference.
The village was sealed off for investigation.
At this time, in this place.
Wolverine lives at the Peach Mountain Hunting Ground Management Station, less than three kilometers from Linshengtun.
Could something have happened?
On the threshing ground ahead, a group of surveyors were taking photos and collecting evidence around something.
A familiar figure stood in the crowd, his back to me.
The man had a round beer belly, wore an exaggerated Northeast China dog-skin hat, and a black woolen overcoat with the collar turned up Lao Gao.
He stood with his hands behind his back, a wooden pipe with no tobacco in his mouth, gesturing towards the snow.
Even if Sing Sing were ashes, he would recognize this deliberately affected manner.
It was Cao Dahua, an old acquaintance who had been transferred from the Major Crimes Unit to the 749 Bureau—nicknamed "Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit"!
Why is this guy wearing so many layers?!
A fur hat! A wool coat! And a turtleneck sweater stuffed inside!
What about myself?
He wore a white suit jacket and a shirt, and had only a pack of tissues in his pocket.
Envy.
This is a blatant display of superior equipment.
Sing Sing Chow tiptoed forward and slapped the other man on the broad shoulder. "Cao Dahua! What are you doing here?"
Cao Dahua trembled with fright, and the empty pipe he was holding fell to the ground.
He turned his head, and after recognizing Sing Sing, he reached out and straightened the collar of his wool coat.
"Sing Sing? What happened to you? I thought you were some refugee begging for food."
Xingda duo
Cao Dahua bent down to pick up the pipe, knocked the snow off the soles of his shoes, grabbed Sing Sing's arm, and dragged him behind a sheltered earthen wall.
Don't give me that!
Sing Sing shook off his hand, rubbing his frozen cheeks. "I'm on a business trip, here to inspect the recuperation situation of our bureau's employees. But you, the dignified Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit, living a life of luxury in Beijing, eating the lives of those bureau chiefs' older sisters and section chiefs' younger sisters, how did you end up being sent to this freezing cold to eat ice chips?"
"Could it be that your rich female lovers saw through your kidney deficiency and ganged up on you to kick you out?"
"You can eat anything, but you can't say anything! I, Cao Dahua, have always relied on hard work and real ability! Being a kept man is just a cover for my undercover identity!"
Cao Dahua looked around, lowered his voice, and guiltily avoided the topic of being a kept man. "What do those women know about male romance? I volunteered to come to the front lines to shine! Two people died here last night!"
"Dead people are under the jurisdiction of the local criminal investigation team. What right does our 749 Bureau have to interfere across provincial borders? Could it be that the dead person was the village chief, and that the village chief happens to be your long-lost father, and you've come to inherit his two pigs and three acres of land?"
"The scene was horrific!" Cao Dahua swallowed hard, his voice trembling, too preoccupied to continue the tired joke.
"The forensic examination revealed that the wound on the deceased's neck was deep enough to expose the bone, with clean cuts and several parallel, sharp blade marks!"
Cao Dahua leaned close to Sing Sing's ear. "The experts said this was a fatal wound caused by a killing machine. A black bear in the mountains couldn't do that; its claws aren't that sharp!"
The cut is neat and clean.
Multiple sharp blades slashed across simultaneously.
When these features were pieced together, Sing Sing pictured the pair of gleaming Adamantium claws in his mind.
He pushed Cao Dahua aside and strode to the edge of the exploration area.
"Make way. 749 Bureau is handling a case."
The two forensic doctors stood up and stepped back.
Two bodies lay on the snow. Sing Sing squatted down.
The wound on the corpse's neck was wide open.
Five parallel incisions were made, extending from the left carotid artery to the right clavicle.
The trachea and esophagus were completely severed; this is a professional method of murder.
The weapon was extremely hard, and it didn't stop when it cleaved through the cervical vertebrae.
It's not Wolverine.
He only has three claws, and Wolverine wears a fluorescent orange vest every day, recites the National List of Key Protected Wild Animals, and spends his free time scrubbing the black bear by the hot spring.
His current demeanor is exactly that of a peaceful and kind retired old man from Northeast China living alone!
Even if he wanted to kill them, given his straightforward nature, he would have chopped those two corpses into pieces long ago, instead of leaving only a precise, fatal throat slit.
If you eliminate all the impossibilities, then whatever remains, however unbelievable, is still the truth.
A murderous glint appeared in Sing Sing's eyes.
It seems those United States bastards have tracked us down to China territory.
Stryker, the Silver Peak Consortium, or the so-called Weapon X Cleanup Team.
Sing Sing sneered.
Things change every thirty years, from east to west.
Back in United States, you treated him like a monster and hunted him down at will.
But now? Times have changed!
Logan is now a formally employed ecological observer at the Peach Mountain Hunting Ground in Northeast China China!
They are the core talents that I, Sing Sing, painstakingly interviewed and who even stamped with the official seal!
Dare to touch my 749 Bureau's staff?
Dare to ruin the HR KPIs I've worked so hard to achieve?
Even Jesus can't keep you here, I'm telling you!