If the Pay's Good Enough, Who'd Be Crazy Enough to Make Trouble?

The most infuriating thing is that this absurd logic actually contains a certain rigor?

Darwin scratched his head; this China agent's smooth talk was even more adaptable to the environment than his own mutated abilities.

"Are you serious?" The Guardian pressed his temples. "Bring a bunch of incredibly destructive Mutants back and make them go to work normally?"

"If the compensation is adequate, the job assignment is suitable, and you also ensure your legal status, medical care, and basic respect are provided, who would be willing to risk their life by traveling around?"

"You know Wolverine, right? He spent a few years cutting down trees in Canada, and now he's a forest ranger in our Northeast China forest area, wrestling with black bears every day! Don't believe me? I'll give him a video call right now!"

"No need, no need," the Guardian quickly raised his hand to stop him.

He comes from a science and technology background and is very results-oriented.

If China could really use this...

The bizarre administrative welfare measures that appease the Mutants will present a completely new challenge for the overwhelmed superhero organizations!

"Snowbird reported your situation to me, including the fact that you have extremely high destructive power despite not having Mutant Genes."

"The footage of Silver Peak crossing the border and opening fire has been sealed off. The casualties at the scene will be investigated by Canada law enforcement. You will also need to cooperate by giving statements."

"Right now, the vehicles are totaled, supplies are insufficient, and the Moon-Boy has no verifiable modern identification documents. You can't escape the blockade set up by Silver Peak on foot."

"I need to confirm your official status first before deciding how much assistance Alpha Flight can provide," Hudson said solemnly. "Let me speak with your direct supervisor."

Sing Sing thought about it and realized it was a good thing.

Since the launch of the overseas talent recruitment program, no formal cooperation channels have been established with other exceptional institutions in other countries.

This is a perfect opportunity to turn the tide.

"Yes. Only official channels can settle accounts clearly. Mr. Hudson has handled this step very professionally."

Sing Sing took out his phone, opened the number in his encrypted contacts, and dialed it directly.

Video call connected.

A round, chubby face is positioned directly in the center of the screen, with sleepy eyes peeking out from behind glasses. The background is dark, with only a yellowish bedside lamp.

It's 3:30 AM Beijing time.

"Sing Sing!" a furious voice roared from the other end of the screen, "You better have something really urgent on your mind!"

"Director!" Sing Sing forced a fawning smile. "Director, I'm currently at Alpha Flight headquarters. Their head, Guardian James Mr. Hudson, is very interested in our Special Talent Placement Plan and would like to speak with you directly."

Director Wang

Oh?

Alpha Flight?

Upon hearing these words, most of the sleepiness in Director Wang's eyes disappeared.

"Wait a minute."

Director Wang quickly dressed and then pulled out a black rectangular box covered with insulating tape from the side.

That was Da Vinci's 'Real-time Cross-lingual Mass Communication Assistance System'.

Sing Sing Chow casually offered a couple of compliments, then used the stand on the workbench to hold his phone in place and turned the camera towards the Guardian.

As soon as Director Wang uttered his words with a heavy Beijing accent, the machine immediately spewed out standard broadcast-style English:

"Mr. Hudson, it's an honor to meet you. I am Director Wang of the 749 Bureau, and also Xiao Zhou's direct supervisor."

"We understand that your company has long been responsible for extraordinary security matters in Canada. Xiao Zhou is prone to recklessness when on missions abroad. If he has damaged your facilities, please send us a list according to procedure."

The machine paused for half a second, then added in a flat, monotone voice, "The list can be accepted, but the compensation should ideally be deducted from Sing Sing's year-end performance bonus and travel allowance."

The Guardian was completely dumbfounded as he listened to the translator's built-in breakdown of his true inner logic.

What is this thing?

"The last sentence pertains to equipment malfunction; the manager can simply ignore it."

Sing Sing calmly fixed his phone on the tabletop stand, and after confirming the call was still ongoing, he called to the two people behind him, "Since you two leaders are discussing important matters, let's go to the logistics area to take care of our meal first."

After saying that, he took the briefcase in his hand, turned around and waved to the two people in the corner of the room.

"Let's go eat!"

"Mr. Hudson." Director Wang on the other end of the screen adjusted his brown-tinted glasses.

"I heard you have a few polar experts over there who can maintain low oxygen or extreme cold for extended periods? Let's not talk about abstract concepts; for capable people, long-term exile means no guarantee of livelihood or medical care, and the longer it drags on, the more likely problems will arise."

"Mr. Hudson, which candidates are currently the most difficult to match with their positions? Let's develop a plan for each of them."

The third floor of the Alpha Flight headquarters, the general logistics area.

Steam rose from the long, narrow stainless steel food counter.

High-calorie meals are served here all day, specifically to cater to team members who may consume tens of thousands of calories in a single mission.

Sing Sing took off his felt hat and placed it on the dining table. "Don't hold back today, everyone! Let's eat our fill!"

The Moon-Boy saw the pile of roasted venison chops oozing with thick, oily sauce and the mountain of buttered mashed potatoes, and rushed toward the food counter with swift, fluid movements.

Just as the Moon-Boy reached for the communal serving dish, Sing Sing stopped him.

"Hey! This is a public area! Be mindful of hygiene!"

The staff, realizing what was happening, looked at his physique and simply brought over a large, separate tray and placed the whole honey-glazed turkey on it.

"Snap!"

The bones and flesh shattered cleanly and decisively under the Moon-Boy's astonishing bite force.

He stuffed most of a turkey into his mouth in two bites, then grabbed the bowl of creamy mashed potatoes next to him and poured it directly into his mouth like he was drinking porridge.

"Delicious!" The Moon-Boy's innocent eyes scanned the entire dining area.

"This featherless chicken is even smoother than the crispy-skinned crocodile meat from the mud ponds back home!"

Darwin was much more modest, simply placing two roasted onions and three handfuls of finger-thick fried potato strips on his plate.

Sing Sing was holding six thick-bottomed plates stacked high, each covered with ribeye steak drizzled with a thick black pepper sauce.

"Look at the two of you, one scholarly and the other martial, you can't even be on the same wavelength when you're eating."

He cut off a large piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of oil.

"Xiao Da, learn from him. If you want to earn a high salary outside, your stomach has to be your reserve of provisions!"

"To be so apprehensive even when offered a free meal—that kind of mental fortitude won't last through the internship."

"I just want to get to Los Angeles alive and then leave."

Darwin took a bite of his fries. "Silver Peak has definitely blocked the southward route. My experience keeps reminding me that the only chance of escape is back in Alaska."

"Run back?"

"Margaret is still alone in Alaska. Since Silver Peak has its eye on your abilities, going back now will only lead your pursuers straight to her doorstep."

Darwin did not respond.

"Don't worry, I'll still take care of this debt even before the contract is signed." Sing Sing wiped his mouth and put a piece of steak into Darwin's plate.

"Silver Peak dares to mess with Margaret, I'll make them move their board meeting to another location!"

"Wow, you guys are having quite a lavish meal."

A familiar tune suddenly popped up beside me.

Sing Sing was startled, and the fork in his hand clattered onto the plate.

What brings you here?