This Isn't Hiring, This Is Recruiting Terrorists!

What you're saying sounds like an Utopia. But... I don't believe it.

Upon hearing this, Sing Sing became furious.

"Hey! I have a short temper! Our China 749 Bureau is a legitimate state-owned enterprise with full staffing! Seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds! Weekends off! High-temperature allowance! Scan this QR code! See it clearly? Enterprise Credit Information Disclosure System! Electronic business license with the national emblem watermark!"

"Would I cheat you out of money for those two aluminum canes? Those two broken sticks wouldn't even be enough to buy a bowl of potato noodles if you sold them at the scrap yard!"

Sing Sing held his phone screen directly to Charles's nose. A pop-up window appeared on the screen saying "Cut your money on Pinduoduo, only 0.01 yuan away from withdrawal." He frantically swiped it open and showed his license again.

It's not that I don't trust your organization, it's that I don't believe United States would release someone so easily, and I don't believe I can leave.

The professor waved his hand, stopping Sing Sing from taking out his phone.

"Stryker's eyes, and all those eyes above, are on me. If I step out of this manor, a missile could be flying over in ten minutes."

"That's so exciting?" Sing Sing stroked his chin. "Then your security is terrible."

Professor X looked at the Beast: "Hank, go get that black leather notebook from my desk."

The Beast grunted reluctantly and rummaged through a pile of tattered cardboard boxes in the corner, pulling out a crumpled notebook.

Professor X took the notebook, pulled a pencil from his suit pocket, scribbled a few words on the paper, tore it off, and handed it to Sing Sing.

"I can't leave. But I hope you can do me a favor." Charles looked at him, "Take these three children away."

"Your handwriting looks like a doctor writing a prescription. What is this? Grob...? Longneck? Bailey Hoskins? Are these all online names?"

Globb Herman

Professor X sighed, "Among Mutants, they are the most marginalized and marginalized. Nobody needs them, not even the Brotherhood. I only ask that you give them a bite to eat, nothing fancy, just enough to keep them from starving."

"Marginalized people?" Sing Sing perked up, rubbing his hands together.

"I love turning trash into treasure, no, I mean knowing how to use people wisely! Tell me, what earth-shattering, awe-inspiring skills do these three possess? Can they tear apart an aircraft carrier with their bare hands or capture Decepticons?"

Deadpool leaned closer, craning his neck to look at the note. "I bet this guy called Longneck can stretch his neck out! He'll use it to peep into the women's bathhouse! I've seen this script!"

Charles ignored him. "The ability to Longneck is indeed about stretching it out. The limit is... 1.8 meters."

The basement was silent for two seconds.

Sing Sing blinked. "1.8 meters? What kind of ability is that? To busk as Longneck under a pedestrian bridge? Or to serve as a negative example for cervical spondylosis patients at an orthopedic hospital?"

"Because of his unusual appearance, he couldn't find a job and used to have to scavenge for garbage on the streets." The professor closed his eyes, his tone heavy with sorrow.

"Picking up trash? That's a real talent! Our neighborhood property management is desperately short of people like him who can repair streetlights and unclog drains! No need for a ladder, he can just stick his 1.8-meter-tall neck into the green belt to remove a hornet's nest! This job is guaranteed! The base salary during the probation period is 2,500 yuan, plus room and board!"

The Beast listened in silence.

Cleaning up a hornet's nest?

Do you think Mutants are like monkeys in a wildlife park?!

Sing Sing pointed to the second name. "What about this one called Geggebu? The name sounds like she's from an ethnic minority group."

"Robert Herman," Charles explained, "A man. His body... is transparent pink bio-paraffin. You can see his bones and internal organs directly. People call him 'The Inhuman Torch' because he is extremely flammable, he ignites at the slightest touch."

"Pink and transparent? You can even see the internal organs?" Deadpool gasped.

"If I were to get an endoscopy, I could save on the registration fee! But having this attribute so readily isn't a good thing; it might attract the attention of the fire department."

"Flammable?" Sing Sing's eyes lit up. "This is a natural human-shaped charcoal grill for hot pot restaurants! Or you could use it to start a fire in a steel mill's blast furnace!"

"No, he just wants to raise chickens," Charles interrupted Sing Sing's grand plan.

"His biggest dream is to be a chicken farmer. He used to be at the Hellfire Academy, where he was used as cannon fodder. He escaped and is now hiding on an abandoned farm, without even money to buy chicken feed."

"Raising chickens? What a great ambition! Our Academy of Agricultural Sciences is just worried about who will incubate our newly bred free-range chickens! With his fiery temperament, he could just sit in a pile of eggs and use a constant-temperature incubator! He'd even save on electricity! I'll arrange a 'Top-Grade Poultry Breeding Technician' position for him right away!"

Professor X was stunned.

How come he never noticed before that these abilities are in high demand?

"And the last one?" Sing Sing tapped the note.

"Bailey Hoskins. That name sounds like a villainous big boss. What are his abilities? Telekinesis? Or laser-firing?"

Professor X remained silent for a long time, so long that Deadpool couldn't help but yawn.

"Bailey's ability... is self-destruction."

"Self-destruct? That's impressive! If you encounter a tough opponent, you can just take them both down with you! How powerful is it? Could it flatten a building?"

"It's very powerful. But..." Charles looked at Sing Sing, "He can only explode once."

"One burst?" Sing Sing picked at his ear. "You mean he's done with his skill and then he's dead?"

"Yes. His body structure cannot withstand the remodeling after the explosion. Once he activates his ability, he will be completely annihilated."

Professor X smiled wryly, "Because of this ability, he was extremely insecure. He dared not make friends, dared not get angry, for fear that he would blow himself up in a fit of anger."

"Damn it!" Sing Sing jumped up from the sofa and pointed at Charles, cursing loudly.

"You old man, you have no sportsmanship! You want me to recruit a disposable item? Is this hiring workers or terrorists?!"

"I'm paying for his social Five Insurances and One Housing Fund. If someone steps on his foot on his first day at work and he gets so excited that it 'bangs', our bureau's funeral expenses won't even cover it! We'll have to pay out of pocket in compensation! You're really fleecing our socialist society!"

Deadpool nodded frantically beside him. "Exactly! He's even less reliable than me! At least I can put myself back together after I break, but his just leaves ashes after he explodes! Even the cleaning lady finds it too much trouble!"

"I know this is asking the impossible. Bailey is a good kid; he never intended to hurt anyone. He just... wanted to live. In United States, he'd either be captured by the military and used as a suicide bomber, or one day lose control in fear. Only you... only you, Stephen, you just said you don't use Mutants as weapons. I'm begging you, give him a chance."

Sing Sing scratched his head in frustration and stuffed the tattered note into his pocket.

"Alright, alright, stop with the melodrama! It makes me sound like some evil capitalist. One-off product it is, I'll just send him to the deepest forest to be a forest ranger. Anyway, you'll never see a ghost there, so even if I wanted to expose him, nobody would care."

Sing Sing pointed at him. "Let's get this straight, taking these three people with me is to settle your past burdens. Taxi fare, agency fee, and compensation for the exhaustion of this international business trip... you'd better give me a proper invoice today to reimburse me!"