Spared the death penalty! Get ready for a hellish iron rice bowl

Sing Sing pushed the abacus to the corner of the table, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"Sizzle~"

"If you'd been this sensible earlier, wouldn't we have saved five million?" He tapped the table with his cigarette-holding fingers. "So, what's that old man Stryker doing sending you all over here in this freezing weather? Stealing ginseng or digging up deer antlers?"

Sabretooth- toothed, he stared at the lunatic in sunglasses across from him.

"Stryker... a while ago, several of his useful tools disappeared one after another. The green-haired woman who played with magnets vanished, and the Riptide disappeared as well."

"His partner, a key stronghold of the Silver Peak Consortium, was completely wiped out; he died in Avalanche, and his offline database was also tampered with."

Stryker checked all the customs and satellite records. He discovered that the last movements of these vanished experimental subjects... all pointed to China.

Cao Dahua slapped his thigh, making the tea in the enamel cup shake violently.

"Holy crap, Sing Sing, our secrets about international human trafficking... no, our international talent acquisition have been leaked!"

Sing Sing glanced at him sideways and slapped Cao Dahua on the back of the head. "What leak! This was a legitimate recruitment! We signed labor contracts! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Turning to Sabretooth, Sing Sing adjusted his sunglasses. "So, what did Stryker send you here for? To ask us for people?"

"He sent me to gather intelligence, find out your background, and, while I'm at it, capture those escaped test subjects... especially Jimmy."

Sabretooth stared at Wolverine standing to the side, his eyes filled with resentment.

Stryker said that once he got the exact coordinates, his cleanup team would come.

"However..." The Sabretooth grinned, revealing a somewhat bleak smile.

"I didn't listen to him. I came straight here as soon as I smelled Jimmy. I just want my little brother!"

Wolverine was holding an enamel mug, slurping down some high-quality liquor.

Hearing this, he fell silent for a moment, then patted Sing Sing on the shoulder, gesturing for him to bring out the cigars he had been using.

Old Zhou's eyes lit up. "This is something I can smoke!"

It was worth it to roll cigarettes for him myself.

Wolverine took a deep drag on his cigar, the thick smoke making him feel dizzy.

"Have you no shame? Coming to our forest farm in the middle of the night naked and causing trouble. Let me tell you, I'm a forest farm employee, I'll be a forest farm employee whether I live or die. I'll be a permanent member of the organization, no matter what. Don't try to dream of eating swan meat."

Sing Sing stroked his chin, having made up his mind.

Stryker only suspects it; he doesn't have any concrete evidence yet.

This big guy acted entirely on his own, breaking away from the main group and acting independently.

"Cao Dahua, Old Jin." Sing Sing stood up and waved.

The three of them went to a corner of the warehouse for a small meeting.

"Sing Sing, what do we do with this thing?" Cao Dahua pulled the floral quilt around himself tighter. "Kill it? Sink it into the Heilongjiang River to feed the turtles?"

"We can't kill him." Wolverine frowned.

"That bastard is just like me, his self-healing ability is too strong. If you throw him into the river, he can stay underwater for months, and who knows when he'll climb up and ruin all the corn in our forest farm."

Cao Dahua panicked. "Then let it go? Letting a tiger return to the mountain will cause endless trouble!"

Sing Sing held a cigarette in his mouth, the cigarette butt glowing intermittently in the darkness.

"We definitely can't let him go, but this guy is too wild to be tamed..." Sing Sing stroked his chin.

"Got it!"

"Since he enjoys scratching people so much and has so much energy, I'll arrange the most cruel and torturous torture in the world for him!"

Both of them turned to look at him.

"Labor reform!" Sing Sing lowered his voice, his tone sinister.

He strode back to the table, slammed his hands on the surface with a "thud," and stared down at the saber- Sabretooth, which was bound hand and foot.

"Victor, right?" Sing Sing took off his sunglasses, his eyes cold.

"Now that you're in my hands, you may escape death, but you won't escape punishment! From this day forward, you will face years, even decades, of hellish living!"

The Sabretooth instinctively tensed up, and even though the chains were welded shut, it still shrank back.

"What... what do you want to do?!" he roared, his neck stiff.

Sing Sing sneered.

"Electric shock? Water tank? That's child's play!"

"I'm going to lock you in a place with high walls and iron bars, a place where you can't escape! There, you must get up at 6:30 every morning, no matter how sleepy you are! And at 10:00 every night, lights out and go to sleep, even if you have insomnia, you have to close your eyes!"

The Sabretooth paused for a moment.

Get up on time?

Go to bed on time?

"Not only that!" Sing Sing raised his voice, "You have to eat three meals a day on time! Not a single bite less! And every year, you'll only be given two identical sets of clothes! You can only get new ones when they're worn out! You'll completely lose your freedom of dress!"

The Sabretooth's pupils began to dilate.

"You'll also be forced to do eight hours of manual labor every day! Rain or shine!"

"We'll only give you one day off a week! On that day, you can only eat meat and vegetables once! The rest of the time, it'll be all carbs and vegetables, to get rid of all that fat on you!"

Cao Dahua, standing nearby, gasped, covering his mouth in shock, and exclaimed, "Sing Sing! That's too cruel! Only eating meat once a week? Is this even a human life?!"

Wolverine shook his head and sighed, "What a waste. Only eight hours of work a day, and then they make us sleep the rest of the time. It's enough to drive anyone crazy. I usually patrol the forest for at least ten hours a day."

The Sabretooth's brain completely shut down.

Go to bed on time every day?

Three meals a day?

They even gave out clothes?!

They can even get one day off per week?!

You should know that in United States, he was either wanted by Mutants hunters or on the run.

Eating in the open and sleeping in the wind was the norm; when starving, even eating raw wild rabbit would seem like a delicacy.

As for clothes?

He'd taken that leather jacket from a jerk motorcycle gang three years ago; it was practically rotten by now!

That bastard Stryker treated me like a dog when I needed him, never paid me, let alone gave me a day off!

The Sabretooth swallowed hard, its voice trembling slightly. "Then... what if I get sick?"

"Sick?" Sing Sing slammed his hand on the table and glared at him.

"Dream on! At most, we'll provide you with the most basic medical care! We'll give you free medical checkups and some cold and anti-inflammatory medicine. Want a VIP private room? Dream on!"

Sing Sing snorted coldly and unleashed his final trump card.

"You think that's all? Every month, the government will only mercifully give you five hundred yuan! Five hundred yuan! And you can only spend it at the convenience store inside! You can only buy two hundred yuan worth of spicy strips and cola at most, and the rest you can only look at!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Sing Sing thought he had finally broken down, and triumphantly raised his chin. "Scared now! This is what happens when you offend 749 Bureau!"