File B-2117

When that thing squeezed out of the door, its shoulder scraped off a piece of the door frame lining.

He's about four meters tall, with his back hunched over; if he stood up straight, he'd probably hit the second-floor balcony.

His arms were ridiculously long, with his knuckles hanging down to below his knees.

The skin was covered with numerous stitches, and the area on the chest was clearly pieced together, the colors of which didn't match the rest of the body.

Deadpool crossed the two knives in front of his chest and took a half step back.

"Godfather, I seriously suspect that their surgeons followed the Lego instructions exactly. And they even did it wrong; there were two extra pieces."

Sing Sing ignored his trash talk; his gaze remained fixed on the thing's neck.

A black metal ring is fitted around the cervical spine, with a red light on the edge flashing once per second.

The skin and flesh below the ring were soaked until they turned white and had long since rotted into a ring.

Mueller, gripping the railing on the second-floor terrace, leaned out, his voice trembling with emotion. "Do it! Tear them apart!"

The red light ring around the back of the neck flashed three times.

On the fourth thrust, that thing arched its back and rushed out.

Deadpool jumped half a meter high.

"Godfather! It's started! I can see it! It starts up exactly like our old washing machine!"

The test subject slapped across the ground, the resulting gust of wind even stirring up gravel.

Sing Sing stepped aside, "See its left arm? Was the joint sewn or stitched?"

"It's sewn! And the stitching is like cross-stitch!" Deadpool tilted his head and glanced at it, boasting shamelessly, "My grandma knits sweaters neater than this!"

"Okay. Go scratch its left rib."

Why me?

Because you won't die.

"I protest! This is workplace discrimination and bullying based on physiological characteristics!"

Despite shouting that he was innocent, he had already dashed away.

The two blades were used alternately to strike the seam on the side of the third experimental subject.

But the test subject felt no pain. He grabbed Deadpool's mask, slammed it against the ground like a sack of potatoes, and then threw it far away.

"Clang!"

The unlucky intern crashed through two roller shutter doors in succession, followed by a series of loud noises of pots and pans smashing on the floor.

Less than half a second later, cheers erupted from the hole. "Wow! I found the company cafeteria! They even have potato salad!"

Old Zhou fell silent for a moment, suspecting that this guy was taking advantage of his immortality to shirk his duties.

Back in the X Academy, when this kid and I were sparring, every strike was aimed at vital points; it was a truly bromance-filled fight.

Today was the practical assessment, and somehow the slap landed right in the cafeteria!

Ignoring his slacking-off little brother, Sing Sing seized the opportunity, his waist and hips moving in unison, his Overlord Spear shooting out close to the ground!

The tip of the gun pierced straight into the back of the test subject's knee.

Gripping the gun barrel with both hands, Sing Sing shouted and pressed his wrists down.

"Click!"

The test subject staggered and half-knelt on the ground, a series of gurgling sounds coming from his throat, and turned around to stare straight at Old Zhou.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, forcefully pushed off with his right leg to pull it away from the spear tip, and lunged back with his whole body.

Sing Sing could only parry with his gun.

Good heavens, the force of that blow startled Old Zhou.

He was knocked backward, his boot soles carving two white tracks into the ground.

Subject Three gave him no chance to breathe, and his right claw followed up with a grab.

As Sing Sing shifted his body, his five fingers brushed past his ear, and the Overlord Spear swept across his ribs.

The test subject's entire upper body was pried askew.

Several ribs moved under the skin, changing position with the pressure like living things, pushing the gun tip out little by little.

"How is its rib still alive?" Deadpool emerged from the hole in the shutter door, a lettuce leaf hanging from his forehead and a half-eaten bowl of potato salad in his hand.

Sing Sing remained silent, drew his gun, withdrew it, and shook off the blood.

The test subject swayed twice and then approached again.

With quick thinking, Old Zhou slipped and slid along the ground, simultaneously thrusting the tip of his gun upwards, striking a patch of an off-color under its armpit.

The fabric-like material was torn open, and a section of metal tubing slid out of the opening.

"Godfather, look! Its internal organs are connected to natural gas!"

"Shut up! Attack the left flank!"

"Captain America likes the left side, and you like it too?" The incessantly chattering Deadpool dropped his potato salad, grabbed his knife, and charged forward to slash wildly.

Immediately afterward, another person was sent flying, and Old Zhou took advantage of the two-second gap to circle around behind it.

The Overlord Spear's shaft pressed against its knee, while his right foot kicked the middle of the shaft.

The hardwood bent in an arc under the force, and the test subject's knees were forced forward, causing the four-meter-tall body to kneel down again.

Now!

Sing Sing drew his gun and twisted his wrist, the tip of the gun going straight up along his spine, aiming directly at the seam connecting the black ring at the back of his neck!

"Clang!"

The black ring didn't break, but the gun did.

The red-tasseled spearhead was knocked away, Sing Sing stared speechlessly at the half-broken spear shaft remaining in his hand.

Deadpool, laughing as he pried himself off the wall, exclaimed, "Your gun's not very sturdy!"

As soon as the test subject turned around, Sing Sing smashed the gun barrel into its eye socket, and in that instant when the subject turned its head, he was already close to its chest.

He reached behind his waist and drew his Pig Butchering Knife.

The first incision was made horizontally through the left armpit, severing the metal conduit in two, and white vapor shot out a meter high.

The second incision followed the lower edge of the chest, the sutures tearing open like the unpacking of a bursting suitcase.

The third cut slit open his lower back, and blood sprayed all over Sing Sing.

"Bang! Thud!"

The test subject collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Sing Sing walked over and stepped on the back of its head, then pried the blade into the seam of the black ring.

The black ring broke in two and slid to the ground, and the red light went out.

Immediately afterwards, the experimental subject shrank from four meters to three meters, and then from three meters to two meters.

The pieced-on meat quickly shriveled, and the tissues that didn't belong to it lost their support, shrinking into layers of grayish-black flesh in the blink of an eye.

Soon, a very thin young man, just over 1.7 meters tall, with his ribs protruding from his skin, lay on the ground.

The hair was a layer of prickly stubble.

Sing Sing squatted down and felt for his carotid artery; the person was gone.

He stared at the excessively young face and suddenly felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

He reached out and pressed the man's left ear forward; there was a string of tattoos behind his ear.

B-2117

He remembered.

The underground basement a few months ago, Avalanche.

In that human experimentation site where the incinerator had already been started, he once found a stack of registration forms in a filing cabinet.

It's a total of forty-seven pages, and I only managed to rescue four people.

The file that follows has a number: B-2117.

Deadpool, noticing Sing Sing's grim expression, curiously leaned closer. "You know him?"

"Yes, I've seen the files, but I've never seen the person."

"What do we do now? Should we collect his body?"

"Wait a minute, take all the evidence here first, then we'll talk."

Sing Sing turned to look at the second-floor terrace, but Mueller was no longer there.

"You go upstairs to find someone, I'll go explore the underground."

"Why were you searching through files in the basement while I went to arrest someone?"

"Because you run fast."

"I accept that reason, but Godfather, I have a question."

"Explain."

"Wouldn't this be considered a break-in robbery? I used to get paid for this kind of work."

"You are currently undergoing a practical assessment. All actions taken during this assessment period will be considered work experience."

Is there overtime pay?

"Yes, five dollars an hour."

"You're Blackheart charging me that salary! I used to earn at least 300 yuan an hour for freelance work!"

"That was illegal income, this is legal income; they're different in nature!"