Who Taught You to Resell Supplies?
"Smack!"
The ledger was rolled into a tube and smacked Sing Sing on the back of the head.
"You big-headed devil!" Uncle Biao was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his opponent.
"If you take Jiaju to United States, do you want to tear down all the furniture in the White House, or smash the Statue of Liberty?"
Chan Ka-kui chuckled, touching his big nose, "Uncle Biao, actually, it would be nice to go. I haven't been to New York in ages..."
"Shut up!"
Uncle Biao spat in Jiaju's face. "Director Wang gave a strict order: you can travel alone. If you dare to secretly bring Jiaju on the plane, I'll dock your entire year's performance bonus!"
"And every table and chair that Jiaju smashed in United States was charged to your paycheck!"
Sing Sing withdrew his hand from Jiaju's shoulder.
"Well... I just remembered, this flight doesn't allow flammable, explosive, or dangerous goods. You'd be better off staying in China and serving the people, really."
The rear door of the armored truck was open.
Chan Ka-kui kicked the Sabretooth over 200 pounds, into the carriage.
"Ouch, be gentle! I'm Mutants, not pork!"
"Shut up!"
Chan Ka-kui slammed his hand on the car door frame. "When we get there, you'd better copy the Elementary School Students' Code of Conduct one hundred times. For every word you get wrong, you'll lose a dollar from your food allowance!"
The Sabretooth's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Copy a book?! You want me, a Beast, to copy a book?!"
This China is simply hell!
With a dark expression, Uncle Biao opened the passenger door and pointed at Sing Sing's forehead from a distance before getting in.
"You little punk, behave yourself in United States. Don't cause trouble, don't demolish anyone's building. If you create any more messy international claims, I'll skin you alive!"
Sing Sing quickly bowed and scraped, then stepped forward and shook Uncle Biao's hand.
"Don't worry, I'm a very peaceful person. I won't even step on an ant when I go out. Have a safe trip, Uncle Biao. When you get there, please say hello to Aunt Liu who serves food at the cafeteria for me!"
"Bang!"
The car door closed.
The armored truck's taillights lit up, and it drove away, carrying the Sabretooth filled with despair.
The taillights disappeared at the village entrance, Sing Sing turned his head and saw Cao Dahua applying hair gel with a mirror.
In this freezing weather, the hairspray froze into ice crystals as soon as it was applied, but he still managed to comb it into a shiny, slicked-back hairstyle.
"Cao Dahua, are you in heat? You were just scared and hiding in the woodpile, but now you're all puffed up again, aren't you?"
"Sing Sing, what do you know? This is called the Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit's ' foundation. That was a strategic retreat. Don't bother arguing with a brainless Beast."
He leaned closer mysteriously, lowering his voice.
"Brother, I have to go solve a big case right away."
"What big case? A prostitution crackdown?"
"Screw you!"
After tossing his hair, Cao Dahua continued, "Just now, a divorced local lady, um... Sister Yu, who owns three hills where she grows ginseng, sent me a WeChat message saying that her purebred Maine Coon cat can do backflips, and invited me to come over tonight to see how much jumping ability the cat has."
Living off a woman across provincial borders, wow.
They really don't have a picky appetite.
"No, can you handle that? Sitting on it could give you a work-related injury, and the bureau won't reimburse you for it!"
With a disdainful look, Cao Dahua curled his lip.
"That's called charm. You're a lifelong bachelor, you wouldn't know anything about that. Guys, let's call it a day!"
Despite being a kept man, Cao Dahua is a man of action; he may play around, but he's not frivolous.
He's been working non-stop these past two days, and he's already covered up the whole story of the murder case that Sabretooth caused in Li Shengtun. He's taken care of all the subsequent statements and appeasement work.
Sing Sing and Wolverine returned to the cabin in the mountains; he hadn't finished filling out the follow-up form yet.
"You really want to go to American territory?"
Glancing at him, Wolverine said, "That Lao Wang Stryker has a lot of tough stuff. Don't let him kill you."
After taking off his shoes and sitting cross-legged on the heated kang, Sing Sing felt a sharp pain in his heart as he looked at the printed electronic ticket in his hand.
"Do you think I wanted to go? Economy class, the seats are so cramped I can't even stretch my legs, and they won't even reimburse business class. Isn't this forcing someone into prostitution?!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he had lost out, and he decided he couldn't let the trip be in vain.
Since we're already there, we should buy some goods, both high-end and low-end.
He skillfully opened the WeChat group chat and took out his phone.
Entering the 749 Bureau Overseas Talent Re-employment Assistance and Mutual Support Group, Sing Sing's fingers flew across the keyboard.
He typed a message to all members.
"Attention, fellow workers! I'm about to be dispatched to United States to launch a new round of direct recruitment for high-paying overseas positions. Do you have any good Mutants brothers or sisters on your side? Successful referrals will be rewarded with a meat coupon from the bureau's canteen, plus half a pack of Red Plum cigarettes, personally sponsored by me!"
The first to speak up was Master Mo from the sinkhole construction site.
"Brother Zhou, I have a sworn brother in the New York sewers. He can generate electricity by eating garbage. He can eat three big buckets of swill in one meal. Want to join him?"
I sent a voice message, and all I could hear from the other side of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project's Deep Abyss was the sound of rushing water.
"Director Zhou, I know someone who can turn mud into bricks, but he's not very bright and always smiles at everyone he meets."
"That's great! Contractors love guys like this who're fearless and happy. Send me his address privately, and I'll give you a cut!"
Luo Gong from Jiuquan Space City then chimed in.
"How is your tone any different from that of a human trafficking shady dealer? Don't forget about that old acquaintance, the Gambit.' Didn't you trick him into signing a contract last time?"
Sing Sing snorted coldly when he saw the name.
"That damn bastard took my $200 emergency fund and hasn't uttered a sound since. If he dares not to come back and work with me this time, I'll go down the internet cable and break his damn thing!"
The heiress from the ice cream truck timidly sent an emoji. "Brother Zhou, be careful on the road. I heard it's really cold in New York lately. Do you want to bring two boxes of my sunscreen and hangover-relieving ice cream to sell there? We can split the profits 50/50."
Just as Sing Sing was about to praise the girl for her business acumen, a system notification popped up in the group chat.
The group admin has activated Deadly Scissor Legs to mute all members.
Director Wang's message floated alone in the center of the screen. "Go straight to the liaison point in New York after you get off the plane. Stop smuggling ice cream in Times Square. If you cause trouble, I'll deduct six months' worth of your performance bonus!"
Damn it!
Sing Sing angrily threw his phone onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
Why is this old man always hiding behind the screen, spying on us, not even giving us a chance to survive?
And he's clearly the group admin.
How did he turn into Wang Pangzi?
Looking at Sing Sing rolling around on the Shang-Chi, Wolverine shook his head. "The people in this department must have some serious illness."
The armored truck bounced violently along the bumpy national highway.
The Sabretooth, slumped inside the carriage, swayed with the vehicle's movement.
What kind of monsters did Stryker mess with?
The Sabretooth pressed its face to the floor, and a single tear of humiliation and confusion slid down its cheek.
He swore that if he could do it all over again, he would rather die than set foot in China again.