Da Vinci Finally Got Something Right!

The next day, at noon.

Inside the house, there were two iron stoves, with a large pot of pork and vermicelli stewing and free-range goose.

The fragrance wafted straight into people's noses.

Sing Sing is currently devouring a rooster-shaped bowl.

Beside them, Cao Dahua and Wolverine were each holding a bowl bigger than their faces, eating with their mouths full of oil.

"Old Jin, your stewed goose is absolutely amazing!"

Sing Sing spat out a bone, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "When the bureau's cafeteria is hiring a head chef, I'll definitely vote for you!"

Wolverine slurped up a big mouthful of vermicelli. "Absolutely! This is a secret recipe I learned from Director Zhao!"

In the corner, the Sabretooth, chained to death, lay paralyzed on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the pot of goose, and his stomach rumbled.

I was terrified all night by that crazy guy in sunglasses.

The concepts of "working eight hours a day," "Five Insurances and One Housing Fund," and "regular work and rest schedules" have completely baffled this Beast.

Having been hungry for so long, he felt like he could swallow a mouse whole.

"What are you looking at?"

Sing Sing Chow tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks and glared at him.

"It's not mealtime yet! According to the rules, prisoners can only eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables for lunch! If you keep this up, I'll beat you up!"

The Sabretooth closed its eyes.

Fuck!

I can't live like this anymore!

"Bang!"

The wooden door was pushed open.

"Sing Sing! We're here to take over!"

A man with a big nose stepped across the threshold, followed shortly by a little old man wearing reading glasses who slowly walked in.

He was also carrying a black briefcase.

"Oh my! Uncle Biao! Jiaju!"

Sing Sing quickly put down his bowl and went to greet him.

"Uncle Biao, why did you come in person? It's freezing cold, and the bureau chief doesn't even respect the elderly!"

While flattering Uncle Biao Sing Sing reached out to take the box from him.

"Come, come, sit down! Cao Dahua, quickly get Uncle Biao and Jiaju a bowl and chopsticks!"

Cao Dahua quickly pulled over a long bench and wiped it with his sleeve. "Uncle Biao, quickly try Old Jin's stewed goose, it's fresh out of the pot!"

Uncle Biao glanced at Sing Sing, protecting the box in his hands from being snatched away.

Don't try to sweet-talk me.

Uncle Biao snorted and sat down by the stove, "I'm here for two reasons: first, to escort this transnational fugitive; and second, to see what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into this time!"

"I heard you canceled your high-speed rail ticket and exchanged it for a hard seat at the station. Did you pocket the difference?"

Sing Sing coughed twice, then quickly picked up the fattest piece of goose butt and stuffed it into Uncle Biao's bowl.

"How could you say that! I was only trying to save the country money! You'd better put in a good word for me with the bureau chief!"

Chan Ka-kui, however, didn't stand on ceremony at all, picking up a glass of rice noodles and stuffing it into his mouth.

He chewed as he pointed to the Sabretooth in the corner.

"Is this the Tiger guy? Hand him over to me, I'll take him back in no time!"

Uncle Biao disgustedly picked up the goose's rear end. This kid is stingy and cunning, but he can get things done when it matters.

"Alright, stop fawning over me. The director hasn't treated you badly."

Uncle Biao handed over the black box.

"Da Vinci's latest equipment, the Dimension Box."

Upon hearing the name "Da Vinci," Sing Sing Chow recoiled in fright and instinctively covered his head.

"Invented by Wenxi? Will it explode?" He stared at the box. "Or is this thing actually a solar-powered flashlight?"

"Stop talking nonsense, open it and take a look."

Sing Sing resignedly took it, but unexpectedly, he touched the latch and the lid opened with a "click".

Inside the box, a miniature black suit jacket was neatly folded.

It's about the size of a palm.

Sing Sing's face darkened, and he turned the box around.

"Uncle Biao, is the bureau so poor that they can only afford to buy children's clothes? This thing is too tight even for Xiaoqiang! What 'Wenxi to? Does he want me to make a voodoo doll to curse Stryker?"

Wolverine was gnawing on a goose leg nearby, leaned over and asked, "What's this? Is it a little vest for a mouse?"

"You're uncultured." Uncle Biao rolled his eyes. "Try taking it out yourself and shaking it."

Sing Sing grabbed the collar of his suit and pulled it outwards.

"Whoosh!"

The palm-sized garment left the box and quickly grew larger.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a men's suit.

Sing Sing stared in disbelief, his hands trembling as he touched the silky fabric.

"This... this fabric!"

"This is called Memory Nanofolding Material. It can be compressed and stored, is bulletproof, and can even withstand close-range AK fire. It has a built-in temperature control system, keeping it warm in winter and cool in summer!"

"We've tested the box; it can hold at least three times its volume. You're in luck!"

Sing Sing held the suit in his hands and almost burst into tears.

Back in the day, Da Vinci handed him a razor, but it turned out to be a hair dryer.

I handed him a mobile phone, and it exploded right in front of my face.

"Wenxi... he finally did something decent!"

Sing Sing wiped his face. "This is real spy gear! From now on, if anyone calls Wenxi crazy, I'll be the first to fight them!"

Uncle Biao patted a hidden compartment on the edge of the box.

"It's not over yet. This box has your fingerprints integrated. If you press here with your right thumb..."

Uncle Biao instructed Sing Sing on how to operate the device.

Sing Sing pressed it, and the bottom of the box popped open.

Inside, several small tactical throwing knives were neatly stacked, along with two bottles of liquid resembling Erguotou a type of Chinese liquor).

Upon closer inspection, it was labeled "Special Anesthetic Spray".

"With this outfit, don't always dress like a ragpicker when you go to United States; you'll embarrass our department!"

Sing Sing Chow hugged Uncle Biao tightly. "Uncle! You're like my own uncle! This goose meal is on me! No need for reimbursement!"

"You said it yourself, I've put it in the books," Uncle Biao quickly replied.

Sing Sing's smile froze.

Grass!

That was too hasty.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the handover began.

Chan Ka-kui wiped his mouth and walked to the corner.

He frowned as he looked at the Sabretooth, which was bound tightly with thick iron chains and the seams were welded shut.

"Sing Sing, what are you guys doing? You've tied him up like a mummy, how are you going to get him into the car by himself?"

Chan Ka-kui turned and waved to Wolverine.

"Hey you, Old Jin, right? Untie this chain for him!"

Chan Ka-kui patted his chest. "I, Chan Ka-kui, never use such fancy things when escorting prisoners! If he dares to run away, I'll break his legs!"

Wolverine picked his teeth, glanced at Chan Ka-kui, and then turned to look at Sing Sing.

"This young man is pretty tough, really?"

Sing Sing was happily trying on his new suit when he casually made a perfunctory remark.

"Jiaju is a super cop. Since he's spoken, let's just grant his request. He'll be responsible if anything goes wrong anyway."

"Middle."

Wolverine stepped forward, and with a "whoosh," an Adamantium claw shot out.

The iron chain snapped in front of the steel claws and fell to the ground.

Restraints removed.

The Sabretooth stretched its aching wrists.

They were frightened, starved, and welded to pillars like dogs...

When has Victor Kree ever suffered such humiliation!

He can't mess with the guy in sunglasses, and he can't beat that younger brother.

But how dare this big-nosed guy look at me like that?

"Roar!!"

The Sabretooth's eyes were red, revealing its canine teeth.

Fueled by anger that had been building up all night, he lunged directly at Chan Ka-kui!

Ten sharp fingernails aimed straight at Jiaju's face.

"Holy shit!"