Little Li's Flying Dagger's Mom, Lao Li's Flying Dagger!

Darwin was forced to eat a mouthful of snow, and he thrashed about like an eel whose tail had been stepped on.

"Silver Peak?! You jinx, how many people have you messed with?! The thing I fear most in my life is someone in a white coat and carrying a gun!"

Before he could finish speaking, the propeller above his head dropped.

The wind pressure blew the snow on the ground into the air.

"Beep! Beep beep!"

The mercenary in the helicopter co-pilot's eyed the screen. "Boss, the thermal imaging shows there are two large, living people hiding in a snow pit down there."

The hatch was flung open with a bang, and then the barrel of a heavy machine gun emerged.

"You men, put your hands on your heads and get out here!" the helicopter's loudspeaker blared. "Hand over the Silver Peak Cryptographic Key, and you'll be left with your bodies intact!"

In the snow pit, Darwin was so frightened that he didn't move.

Damn it, they've really come knocking on our door.

Sing Sing patted the snow off his hat, tilted his head back, and yelled at the sky, "What honey potion? Boss, you've got the wrong person! I used to sell pork at the market, I don't sell Indian aphrodisiacs! You have to buy that stuff at an adult store!"

The people above all turned pale.

"Fire!"

"Da da!"

"Holy crap!"

Sing Sing shrank his neck and slid down.

Darwin, standing nearby, screamed in fright, the bald man curling up into a ball with his hands covering his head.

In just a fraction of a second, his body's instincts kicked in, and a layer of dark golden metallic luster appeared on his skin.

The muscles and bones on his back twisted strangely, and with a few "crackling" sounds, a thick layer of gray-black keratinous armor, as thick as a tortoise shell, bulged up!

"Jingle bells!"

The bullet struck the tortoise shell, sending sparks flying.

Good heavens!

Individual self-propelled bulletproof bunker!

Old Zhou didn't stand on ceremony at all; he darted behind Darwin and hid himself completely behind the tortoise shell.

"Bro! Hold on! This barrage is on you for overtime!"

Darwin was shaken violently by the machine gun fire, but his defenses weren't broken; the noise was still quite frightening.

He turned around and saw Sing Sing huddled behind him, even leisurely picking his ear.

"You son of a bitch! You're using me as a shield!" Darwin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Let go! Get out of here!"

Oh, don't worry about the details.

Sing Sing Chow clung to him, refusing to let go, "Your turtle shell is top-notch! When we get back to China, I'll definitely get Da Vinci to give you a full-body scan, and then use your skin to tint all the cars in the bureau's fleet!"

"I'll stick your ass on you!"

The two of them rolled around in the snow like twisted ropes.

The machine gunner above had been firing for a long time until his hands were numb. He looked down and saw that the bald man below, apart from his clothes being riddled with bullets, hadn't lost a single hair.

No, he never had any hair to begin with.

"Damn it, this guy is bulletproof!"

The helicopter landed slowly, and five or six fully armed Silver Peak mercenaries, carrying assault rifles, advanced in a semi-encircling formation.

The leader was a burly man wearing an eye patch, carrying a tactical Nepalese kukri, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?" One-Eyed Dragon walked three meters away, pointing his military knife at Sing Sing.

"China special agent, is it? Boneforge and Avalanche were brought down by you?"

Sing Sing peeked half his head out from behind Darwin and straightened his messy tie.

"Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Those two tripped and fell, hitting their heads and dying from accidental injuries."

"Enough with the nonsense! You took the core database Cryptographic Key from those Silver Peak! Hand it over!"

"Cryptographic Key?"

Sing Sing blinked and rummaged in his suit pocket for a while.

"Is this what you wanted?"

He pulled out a cross-shaped key covered in oil and threw it on the ground.

The one-eyed man looked down and saw that it was a brass key used to open an old-fashioned security door!

"You're asking for it!"

Behind the distant snow-covered hills, five heavy snowmobiles broke through the snow and came to a steady stop next to the helicopter.

Several more gunmen in black got off the motorcycles, and the crowd completely surrounded the snowy area.

Darwin was in despair. "It's over, all over. My mother hasn't even collected her Old Jin yet, and I'm going to die here..."

Sing Sing let out a long sigh.

"I'm a refined person by nature. When I'm traveling for work, my main principle is to make money peacefully."

"Since you insist on taking away people's livelihoods, don't blame me for applying for a high-risk use of force quota."

One-Eyed Dragon sneered, "Still putting on airs even when you're about to die? Shoot you through the roof!"

"Whoosh!"

Sing Sing reached out and caught three thin, cicada-wing-like throwing knives between his fingers.

"Qi-Controlled Blade..."

Comrade Old Zhou's eyes narrowed, "Little Li’s Flying Dagger's mother— Lao Li’s Flying Dagger!"

The three white lights were so fast that their afterimages were impossible to catch.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The three gunmen at the front didn't even have time to pull the trigger before a burst of blood erupted from their throats, and they fell backward.

"Fire! Fire now!" the one-eyed man cried out in terror.

It's too late.

Sing Sing took a step and plunged straight into the crowd.

The Sky-Iron Pig Butchering Knife in his hand was already drawn.

The blade's aura surged.

There are no fancy moves, only extremely fast cuts.

"Clang!" An assault rifle was cleanly sliced in two, barrel and all.

"Hiss~"

Blood splattered, and screams filled the air.

Sing Sing weaves through a hail of bullets, his smooth combo leaving the Silver Peak troops completely disoriented.

Seeing that things were going badly, a motorcyclist stepped on the gas and was about to crash into him.

Sing Sing flicked his left hand, and the throwing knife flew out.

"Bite!"

The throwing knife pierced through the gap in the helmet visor with perfect precision, going straight through the back of the head.

The motorcycle lost control and crashed into the helicopter, exploding into a fireball.

Two minutes.

Just two minutes.

The one-eyed man clutched his knee, which had been shattered by the back of a knife, and knelt shivering in the snow.

"What... what exactly are you...?"

"Understood, Director Zhou from the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office the 749 Bureau."

Having said that, he held back no longer, slicing the Pig Butchering Knife across the other man's neck before deftly sheathing it.

Looking down at his clothes, Old Zhou's face fell again.

"What a disgrace! I've put this cleaning fee on your Silver Peak's tab! Once I wreck your headquarters, you'll have to pay me back, principal and interest!"

Darwin remained lying in the snow pit, pretending to be dead.

Suddenly I felt a tightness around the back of my collar, and I was lifted up.

"Get out of here! Stop sleeping! You'll be late for work!"

Sing Sing Chow dragged Darwin to a still-intact snowmobile and roughly shoved him onto the back seat. He then got into the driver's seat and turned the key.

"You're crazy! What did I ever do to you!" Darwin broke down in tears in the back seat.

"I was enjoying my popsicle here! You've ruined my peaceful life!"

"Perspective! You've forgotten about perspective again!"

Sing Sing shouted into the wind and snow, "When we get to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to a double cheeseburger! More for the same price!"

"Who the hell wants a burger?! I want to go home!!"

The snowmobile's taillights disappeared into the Alaska snowstorm, leaving only a long, mournful howl.

Destination: Los Angeles!