A Living Dragon King, the Agriculture Department's Precious Treasure!

Sing Sing put the note in his pocket and nodded at Professor X.

"Alright, bring out these three brilliant and promising talents. Whether they're fat or thin, missing limbs or deformed, Director Zhou will accept them all today, even if it means holding his nose."

Professor X's wrinkles deepened. "They're not here."

"Not here?" He peered around.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night? Did you go to an internet cafe all night? Or are you playing King of Glory in some corner upstairs and didn't you hear me? Hurry up and call me over, I need to catch my early flight back to clock in!"

The Beast chimed in with a gruff voice, "They're... in Los Angeles now."

"Los Angeles? Los Angeles again!" Sing Sing almost jumped up on the spot. "Are you trying to play me in Journey to the West? There's half of United States in between! Do you think this is like going to your uncle's house for a meal, where you can just grab a shared bike and get there?!"

"Who's paying for the plane ticket? Who's covering the accommodation? If Wang Pangzi sees that the destination on my business trip itinerary has changed, he'll definitely use his Deadly Scissor Legs to crush my head! No way, I can't do this job anymore, it's a losing proposition!"

"Los Angeles is great!"

Deadpool, with his big red butt sticking out, slid over to his knees with a sly grin and grabbed Sing Sing's leg.

"Hollywood! Sunny beaches! Hot, big-breasted girls in bikinis! Brother Zhou! Daddy! Take me with you! Take your most beloved godson with you!"

"I know those gangsters inside and out, I can even be your free tour guide! Just provide me with eight hot meals a day, and I'll do anything for you!"

Get out of here!

Sing Sing Chow slapped Deadpool's bright red head open.

"You freeloader. Bikini? I can't even afford a bikini top with my current balance!"

Seeing that Sing Sing was really about to give up, Charles quickly leaned forward. "Don't rush. If you go to Los Angeles, you might run into someone else. Ororo... she's there too."

"Ororo? Who's that?" Sing Sing picked at his ear, finding the name familiar. "Sounds like someone who sells Oreos."

"Her nickname was Storm," Beast added from the side, his eyes filled with nostalgia and worry.

Storm?

Storm

Sing Sing Chow, his little finger hovering in mid-air as he picked his ear, stared wide-eyed. "The one with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning?"

Professor X nodded. "Yes, she can control the weather and is one of the most powerful Mutants in the X-Men. She's been searching for homeless Mutants near Los Angeles lately. If you can persuade her..."

"Hiss!"

Sing Sing abruptly cut off the professor's profound monologue, and also made an indelible contribution to global warming efforts.

"Storm is practically a living Dragon Queen!"

Deadpool, seeing the atmosphere was right, immediately jumped up from the ground. "You bet! She's super fierce! When she gets angry, her eyes roll back like she's having an epileptic seizure! She could easily shred an entire block into dust with a flick of her wrist!"

"Chop my ass! All you do is chop!" Sing Sing got up and paced back and forth in the living room.

"Are you United States out of your minds?! Such top-notch weather intervention talent, and you send her to fight? Send her to demolish neighborhoods? What a waste! It's utterly upside down!"

He grew increasingly agitated. "Don't you understand artificial rainmaking?! Don't you understand drought relief?! The desert afforestation project in the Northwest is so short of water that the old tree bark is almost falling off! Martha is stuck there every day, bending over to drain the water, and she's developed back muscle strain; even cupping doesn't help! If we could get Storm over there..."

Old Zhou gestured with his hands in the air. "Just hoist her up over the drought-stricken area like this! 'Crack!' A thunderclap! And then it'll pour down rain for three days and three nights! That would save our country so much money on rain-inducing Rockets! Huh?!"

Sing Sing's eyes lit up as he calculated, "If those old men at the Meteorological Bureau saw her, wouldn't they be so excited they'd kneel down and call her their ancestor? She's absolutely the Agriculture Department's most precious treasure! They'd worship her like a goddess, granting her every wish, whether it's wind or rain! Isn't that a million times more effective than praying to gods and Buddhas in temples?!"

The Beast stared in disbelief.

The blue-haired behemoth, a former high-ranking government official, looked at this madman who had turned the core nuclear-weapon-level combat power of the X-Men into a tool for agricultural development in the countryside.

After racking my brains for a long time, I couldn't find a single sentence that conformed to the logic of quantum mechanics to refute it.

"Um..."

One second Sing Sing was jumping up and down, the next he sat back down next to Charles.

His mercenary face was plastered with a radiant, warm smile; his ability to change his expression so quickly that even a master of Sichuan opera would have to become his disciple overnight.

The stingy old man who was just now rolling around on the ground trying to save a few dozen yuan on bus fare has transformed into a philanthropist with a heart for the world who sees money as dirt.

"Oh dear, old man, what a mess you've made of this! Why didn't you say so sooner? Los Angeles, right? No problem! Leave it to me, Zhou!"

Even if she's hiding under a bald Hollywood director's bed right now, I'll dig her out myself!

The professor, his old bones cracking from being shaken so much, forced a wry smile, "Stephen, Ororo is a bit stubborn; she won't trust you so easily..."

"Stubborn? Stubborn is good! Which truly capable core employee isn't stubborn? I like this kind of challenging KPI!"

Sing Sing let go of her hand, straightened his suit and tie, and looked like he was about to discuss a multi-million dollar project.

Deadpool frantically raised his hand, jumping up and down. "Should I go? Should I go? I can help you carry the luggage!"

"You stay here and plant trees!"

Sing Sing Chow kicked Deadpool away, turned around and walked up the stairs to the basement without even looking back.

"Los Angeles! We have to go to Los Angeles! This is a real gem! Anyone who tries to take it from me, I'll chop them to pieces with Pig Butchering Knife!"

The professor sat on the sofa, watching the figure disappear into the stairwell in a flurry of activity, and remained silent for a long time.

The Beast scratched the blue fur on his head. After holding it in for a long time, he finally uttered the soul-searching question that had been troubling him.

"Professor, are you really comfortable handing Ororo and those three children over to this human trafficker? He seems erratic, even neurotic, only concerned with KPIs and reimbursement quotas, and he talks nonsense all the time. He looks more like a villain than Stryker and his gang."

"Hank, why do you think I willingly took that injection of serum and became a cripple who needs crutches even to go to the toilet?"

The professor slowed his speech, revealing deep fatigue.

"As long as I hold the thoughts of all humanity in my mind, as long as I am still Professor X can infiltrate everyone's brain at any time, the politicians and military of this country will not be able to sleep at night, and they will launch a frenzied purge."