A Blizzard Brings an Unexpected Reinforcement: This Baldy Was a Nuclear-Blast-Level Workhorse!

The knocking on the door was urgent and continuous.

"Knock knock!"

Sing Sing Chow huddled by the fireplace, lowering his voice. "The water meter reader should pick a nice day, knocking on the door in this snowy weather. Could it be some kind of enemy coming to visit?"

Margaret held the gun and pointed the muzzle towards the door.

"Go open the door, keep your hands steady, don't tremble, and don't be afraid of dying."

"Auntie, what are you saying? How could I be afraid of death! I'm just afraid that if the door opens, the wind will blow in and freeze your fragile neck..." Sing Sing muttered, but his body was pressed against the wall, inching closer to the door.

He gripped the knife handle with his right hand and rested his left hand on the doorknob.

"Whoosh!"

The door was barely opened a crack when a gust of wind, carrying large shards of ice, rushed in.

It was smeared all over Sing Sing's face, like he'd been slapped twice across the face.

He shivered as he wiped the snow off his face and squinted as he peered outside.

A figure was standing at the door.

He has no hair; he's bald.

The skin was pale, with a faint, cold sheen on its surface.

He was also carrying an enormous canvas bag on his back.

The two looked at each other.

"Hey buddy, what brings you here? We're not buying insurance."

As soon as Sing Sing greeted someone, the "boiled egg" across from him glared at the gleaming Pig Butchering Knife in Sing Sing's hand.

What did you do to Margaret?!

Boiled Egg let out a loud shout, threw down his canvas bag, and crashed in.

"I'm going to fight you to the death today!"

Goodness, this has completely stumped Sing Sing.

He had been starving for so long and already had low blood sugar. When he was hit, he slipped and the two of them rolled onto the wooden floor.

"Hey, you Old Six codger! Are you trying to scam me? This suit is a bespoke piece; if you ruin a single thread, you could spend your whole life screwing in screws and still not be able to pay for it!"

Despite being at a disadvantage, Comrade Old Zhou remained completely calm.

He slammed his left elbow into the ground for leverage, twisted his waist like a spring, and then raised his right knee to his chest, delivering a vicious, powerful kick to the bald man's heart.

Logically speaking, even a two-meter-tall brown bear outside would kneel down and sing "Conquer" after being kicked by him.

But the sole of the shoe kicked the bald man's belly, and there was a loud "thud".

The bald man's belly caved in quite a bit, dissipating the force.

Immediately afterwards, his skin cracked a few times, revealing a thick layer of grayish-black keratin.

"Murderer, you dare to fight back!"

Baldy, relying on his turtle shell, used both hands and feet to wrap around Sing Sing's thigh, and then opened his mouth to bite down on his calf.

"Let go! Let go right now! Who the hell is the murderer? Are you a teddy bear, biting people randomly?!"

Sing Sing was furious. He made a sword gesture with his right hand, gathered energy at his fingertips, and was about to stab the bald man's shiny forehead.

"Stop! Don't hit me!"

A powerful roar came from the Margaret.

"Armando, is that you back?"

Sing Sing Chow's finger hovered in front of the bald man's forehead.

The bald man was also stunned, still in the position of biting Sing Sing's trouser leg, he turned his neck with difficulty to look at the stove.

"Mom? Are you alright? You scared me to death..."

Margaret put down her shotgun, frowned, and looked at the person on the ground. "I'm perfectly fine, what could have happened to me? But you, what happened to you? Where did your hair go?"

The guy called Armando quickly released his grip and got up from the ground.

With this relaxation, the grayish-black keratin layer on his stomach visibly peeled away, and his pale skin lightened somewhat.

"It's polar night and blizzard outside! To travel and protect myself from the cold, I've not only developed an extremely thick layer of subcutaneous fat, but I've also completely sealed off my hair follicles, even drawing away pigment to supply heat, Mom!"

Armando explained with a pitiful expression, while keeping a watchful eye on Sing Sing, who had just gotten up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"Mom, who is this guy? He looks shifty and is carrying a knife. Could he be a serial killer who just wandered out from somewhere?"

Hey! How dare you talk to yourself like that, you Nick Fury!

Sing Sing deftly put away the Pig Butchering Knife: "I'm a legitimate civil servant! If you slander me again, believe me, I'll send you a lawyer's letter and sue you until you're left with nothing!"

Margaret waved her hand, interrupting the two's bickering.

"Alright, stop arguing. I found this guy in the snow, and he's... mentally unstable."

"Oh..." Armando doubt, dragged the canvas bag by the door into the house, and ripped open the zipper.

"Mom, look! Cookies, canned meat, vegetables, and Old Harry's dog food—I bought them all!"

Upon hearing that there was food, Sing Sing's eyes immediately lit up.

He completely disregarded the decorum expected of Chief Section Level cadre and the dignity of international business trips.

But he didn't rush to grab the canned meat.

He stared at the bald man named Armando, and began calculating the recruitment quota in his mind.

Extremely cold environments can cause the body to automatically change its structure.

It took a kick but was completely unharmed and even grew armor.

These fragmented pieces of information were frantically arranged and combined in Sing Sing's mind.

"Wait, let me think..."

Sing Sing turned around, picked up the briefcase on the table, took out a small black notebook, moistened his fingertips with saliva, and quickly flipped through it.

"Long neck, torch, Bailey, found it, that's it!"

Sing Sing stared at the crooked sketch in the notebook, then looked up at the bald man in front of him who was taking out dog food.

Real name: Armando Eddie Muñoz

Nickname: Darwin

Darwin

The ability is a passive, reactive evolution, commonly known as "as long as I don't die, even God can't do anything to me."

Sing Sing took a deep breath.

This Mutants is known for being incredibly resilient!

Going to a volcano can make you grow heat-resistant skin, and throwing you into the sea can make you grow gills.

It would be perfectly fine to place it in the most extreme exploration sites in Northwest China, or in high-radiation nuclear waste treatment plants.

This is practically a chosen one for working life!

"Gulp."

Sing Sing swallowed hard, then strode forward and grabbed Darwin's hand.

His expression became extremely enthusiastic. "You must be one of the Darwin brothers! I'm the director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau. Sing Sing is me!"

Darwin was startled by this sudden enthusiasm and instinctively shrank back.

At that moment, he vaguely sensed danger.

"What are you going to do...?"

"Brother, don't be nervous. With your physique, it would be a real waste if you didn't do something great for the country and its people!"

Sing Sing smiled and pulled out a contract from somewhere, handing it over.

"Now I have a legitimate job, with meals and accommodation included, seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds, and special allowances for high temperatures and extreme cold. Our disaster relief vanguard post is just missing a tough guy like you who can't die no matter what!"

"Let me open the can for you! Let me feed you the dog! Let's sit down and have a good chat about our career plans for this lifetime!"