Sabretooth Was Stunned. Was This Chinese Agency Normal?

"Cao Dahua, Old Jin, keep an eye on this oversized husky. I'll go ask the boss about how to handle it."

Sing Sing then took the coat off Wolverine, put his hands in his pockets, strolled outside the warehouse, took out his phone, and dialed the director's hotline.

The cold wind howled, and the phone rang seven or eight times before Director Wang's loud, nasal roar finally came through.

"It's the middle of the night! You'd better have a reason that makes me forgive you for disturbing my sleep! Otherwise, tomorrow I'll exchange all your business trip allowance for bitter melon and scrambled eggs at the cafeteria!"

"Chief! Something terrible has happened!" Sing Sing instantly switched to sycophantic mode.

"The villains over there in United States are so inconsiderate! They sent a two-meter-tall golden-haired lion king to wreak havoc on our territory in the middle of the night!"

"Guess what? This bastard not only trampled on the red pine seedlings in our national key protected forest area, but also caused two deaths at the village entrance!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Have they caught him?"

"I've already arranged everything perfectly with the iron chains of socialism! Old Jin personally took charge, welding three full layers with argon arc welding!"

"Don't even mention him being a Mutants; even if Decepticons came today, he'd have to pay the fine with tears in his eyes!"

Get to the point!

"This guy's name is Sabretooth, and he's Old Jin's older brother. He's currently carrying a murder charge. Should I just kill him to boost my sales figures, or what should I say?"

Sing Sing covered the microphone and lowered his voice. "I just tested Old Jin, and he not only doesn't resist the idea of sacrificing family for the greater good, but the only problem is that this guy has self-healing abilities, so repeatedly killing him would wear out the knife. Do you think the bureau could reimburse the knife sharpening fee?"

"Nonsense! Our 749 Bureau is a legitimate unit! A transnational secret execution?"

"What about our international image? Besides, since he killed someone, he has to pay the price! We can't let him get away with it!"

"Either send him to the research institute to be sliced by Da Vinci, or send him to labor camp!"

"Director is brilliant! He's practically the guiding light for our bureau!" Sing Sing flattered him repeatedly.

"I've already unilaterally sentenced him to life imprisonment! How about we have the Blue Elf open a portal right now and send this big guy straight back to the station?"

"No way!" Director Wang refused outright.

While he was on the phone, Director Wang had already retrieved Sabretooth's file.

Upon closer inspection, wow, the screen was filled with red warnings—pure fanatics and dangerous elements!

Such people should not be allowed to roam freely or be approached at close range.

"Edith requires physical contact to teleport. This big guy is wild and unruly; what if he goes berserk and bites? I can't risk the lives of our officers!"

Sing Sing rolled his eyes in the wind.

Okay!

So you're worried about the Blue Elf taking risks, but not about yourselves at all?

Ultimately, it was all because they were afraid Edith would be frightened by this savage and, in a moment of panic, veer off course and teleport her to Hawaii.

"What can we do? I can't just buy a hard-seat ticket on a slow train and lead him back to Beijing on a dog leash the whole way, can I? That would be special transport, and it would seriously damage my image, so I'd have to pay extra!"

"Don't bring up money with me again," Director Wang cleared his throat. "I'll have Lingling Liu go to your place. Once she arrives, you two will hand over the work."

"Lingling Liu?"

Holy crap, that guy is a notorious Furniture City War God and public property Ravagers!

Old Zhou had heard gossip from the finance department that this guy's salary card was always in the negative, and every month it wasn't even enough to cover the damage to the desks and chairs in the bureau.

After his visit, will the village committee still have half a good brick left?

"Chief, please don't! This is village property; I don't have the money to pay for it..."

"There's one more thing."

Director Wang completely ignored him and suddenly became very serious, much like the personnel talk before the year-end performance deductions.

"Sing Sing, you did an excellent job with the follow-up visits to these Mutants. The organization highly recognizes your professional abilities."

Sing Sing's eyes lit up. "Is there a prize?"

"Given that old bastard Stryker has his eyes on China," Director Wang said, feigning a bad signal, and cut straight to the point.

"The organization has decided to nip the danger in the bud. After you hand over your duties to Lingling Liu, you don't need to return to the bureau. Go directly to the United States on a business trip."

"Where are you going?!"

"United States. Go to their headquarters and give them a hard time. While you're at it, see if there are any unfortunate Mutants left to be rescued."

"No, Director, can't you be reasonable?!" Sing Sing was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"I'm broke! They haven't even approved my expense report from last time! You won't even pay for my plane ticket for this international business trip? I'll swim there myself!"

"Xiao Liu has already sent your plane ticket to your phone. It's an e-ticket, economy class. Once you get there, keep things simple with your food, accommodation, and transportation. Remember to uphold our fine tradition of hard work and frugality."

"I strongly protest! This is inhumane exploitation of labor! At the very least, I should be given business class; my back can't take it..."

"Beep beep..."

The call was abruptly ended.

Sing Sing held his phone, looking bewildered in the cold wind.

That old man!

Not only did they refuse to reimburse me, they also assigned me a dangerous job in United States!

Economy class!

They don't even give us a meal allowance!

What terrible things has he done?!

With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned around in a fit of rage and kicked open the warehouse door.

Inside the warehouse, the iron chains rattled loudly as the Sabretooth shook them.

Cao Dahua was squatting in front of the Sabretooth, patiently trying to persuade it:

"Let me tell you, once you're in, work hard and try to get leniency as soon as possible. Even if you're just using a sewing machine, you should at least become a model worker, not spend all your time thinking about escaping. The food here is much better than in United States; we even get to eat dumplings during Chinese New Year..."

Sing Sing strode over and kicked the Sabretooth in the calf.

"What else do you want to do!" The Sabretooth trembled in fright.

"Shut up! I'm in a bad mood right now!"

Sing Sing pointed at the Sabretooth's nose and started cursing.

"Your Blackheart boss Stryker has successfully caught my attention! I'm going to United States right now to dismantle his crappy base and sell it for scrap! I won't leave him a single screw!"

"You're going to take down that old bastard Stryker?" Wolverine looked over.

"Nonsense!" Sing Sing gritted his teeth, "He cut off my livelihood, ruined my vacation, and forced me to fly economy class for over ten hours! This is an irreconcilable feud!"

The Sabretooth was tied to a pillar, his mind a complete mess.

Go after Stryker?

This lunatic who only cares about money and gets in a fit of impotent rage over an economy class ticket?

Stryker's base is fully armed and houses all sorts of inhuman experimental subjects.

Is this kid just going to get himself killed?

Are the relevant departments in China all acting a bit strange?