Target Appears! The Self-Destruct Test Subject
Sing Sing knelt down and closed the eyes of the young man on the ground.
B-2117
A few months ago, it was just a string of code in a file.
Now the numbers on the paper have a face, and also a body whose warmth has completely dissipated.
It turned out that not all of the remaining people died in the incinerator; some of them were dismantled, pieced together, and transformed into tools by Silver Peak.
Deadpool, still talking non-stop, followed beside him. "The alarm's almost at its chorus, shouldn't we make a strategic retreat? If the police arrive, my background check application will be doomed."
"You go upstairs to arrest Mueller, I'll go to the underground warehouse."
"Isn't all the evidence on the office computer?"
Sing Sing didn't stop walking. "The computer contains the incriminating evidence they wrote down, and maybe underground are people whose deaths haven't been recorded in their death reports yet."
Deadpool, unusually, didn't pick up on the joke.
"What are you still standing there for?" Sing Sing said sternly, "If we can't catch Mueller, our practice exams are worthless!"
"I'm going right now!"
Unloading platform.
Sing Sing looked inside. The main gate had been destroyed by B-2117, but there were still many small doors inside that looked very sturdy.
The front freight elevator door was tightly closed, and the dynamic password was constantly being refreshed.
Old Zhou was standing in front of the door, just as he pulled out his Pig Butchering Knife to forcefully break it down, when he saw a technician in a white coat running out from the side passage.
Catch up in three steps.
He grabbed the other person by the back of the collar and dragged them back to the freight elevator.
"Don't kill me! I was just recording data! I don't know anything!"
What is the emergency password?
"I... I don't know..."
"Really?"
Sing Sing shoved him against the wall and held Pig Butchering Knife to his neck.
"You have three seconds to remember."
"95, 9527! It's 9527!"
The technician trembled as he read out the numbers, and Sing Sing released his grip and typed in four digits on the keypad.
The freight elevator doors opened, and the inside was empty.
After knocking the technician unconscious with a karate chop, Sing Sing walked straight in and pressed the button for the second basement level.
As the freight elevator descended, the lights switched from incandescent bulbs to stark white fluorescent tubes.
"Bite!"
The door opened, and Old Zhou peeked out. Every three meters along the corridor, there was a set of cold storage pipes.
Sing Sing had only walked a dozen meters when four fully armed members of the recovery team appeared around the corner ahead.
Three men knelt with guns, while one man stood guard against the wall.
The leader stood behind the three men, grinning maliciously as he raised a palm-sized metal device and pressed the switch.
"Buzz!"
High-frequency oscillations reflected back and forth along the narrow corridor, piercing straight into the skull.
Caught off guard, Sing Sing was just about to slash the bullet with his knife when he was completely unprepared for the sonic attack, which caused his vision to go black.
"Fire!"
"Da da--"
Sing Sing crouched down, but a bullet still grazed his shoulder, drawing blood.
"Laugh!"
"Slap!" The recovery team leader slapped the team member next to him across the face. "You idiot! You hit the pipeline!"
High-pressure refrigerant, enveloped in white mist, was sprayed out, and the ground quickly frosted over.
He's out of sight, what a great opportunity!
Sing Sing held his breath, forcibly suppressing his chaotic Inner Qi back into his dantian, and rushed into the white mist while sticking close to the wall.
The gunman on the left had just turned his gun at the sound when the back of the Pig Butchering Knife's knife struck his wrist bone.
The gun barrel tilted upwards, and the bullet shattered the overhead light.
Sing Sing spun around and kicked, the sole of his shoe hitting the sonic device in front of the leader.
"Bang!"
The device slammed into the man's chest, then slammed him against the wall.
The outer shell cracked, and the high-frequency oscillations stopped abruptly.
The gunman on the right pulled the trigger repeatedly, following the sound of the impact.
Sing Sing grabbed the valve flywheel by the wall, cleaved it in two with a knife, and threw it, knocking one person unconscious. As he quickly approached, he delivered a knee strike to the abdomen of another person, then threw him into the cold mist.
Of the four people, three fell to the ground, and the other was pinned down by his wrist holding the gun.
Where is the detention area?
The knife tip pressed against the other man's Adam's apple. "I don't want to hear the words 'I don't know.' But if you want to say it, that's fine too. You can guess whether I'll slit your throat or sever your tendons first."
"It's... it's at the very back! Cold storage section three! Please, don't kill me!"
Sing Sing released his foot. "Of course, I won't kill you."
Before the man could even catch his breath, he felt a strange energy surge into his body. After a buzzing sound in his head, he opened his mouth and started drooling.
Cold storage area number three.
The door was cleaved open, revealing an extremely low temperature inside; exhaled breath condensed instantly into white mist.
Eight cryogenic life support chambers were neatly arranged, each with a 'medical sample' label affixed to its outer shell.
Sing Sing walked to the nearest life support pod and looked inside through the semi-transparent hatch.
Lying inside was a thin young man, his name tag reading: Bailey Hoskins
The neck collar display showed red characters: Disposable Explosive Experiment Subject.
?
Sing Sing was also surprised; wasn't this Professor X's plan to find one of the three?
What is he doing here?
When Bailey opened his eyes and saw the strangely dressed Sing Sing, fear filled his eyes.
With a swift stroke, the Pig Butchering Knife severed the main control circuit.
The life support capsule was depressurized, and the hatch slowly rose.
Bailey struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse. "Who... who are you?"
Sing Sing did not answer him directly, but opened the remaining seven life support pods one by one.
There were eight people, both men and women, ranging in age from their teens to their thirties.
They huddled inside the cabin, their eyes filled with terror, numbness, and despair.
"Gentlemen, I am Stephen Zhou, head of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office 749 Bureau of China."
"Professor X asked me to pick you up."
Bailey clutched his collar and shook his head. "No! I can't leave! My ability... if activated, the whole building will be blown to smithereens!"
"Run! Don't..."
The words had barely left his mouth when two dull thuds came from above.
The ceiling cracked open along the load-bearing beam.
Deadpool, carrying Mueller, crashed through the hole into the cold storage room. The two rolled seven or eight meters on the ground, nearly crashing into the outermost life support pod.
"We've got him!" Deadpool raised a hand. "The process... well... didn't conform to civilized law enforcement standards, but the result is perfectly in line!"
Mueller's face was covered in blood, but his right hand had already pulled a remote control from his sleeve.
Sing Sing's pupils contracted, and he reached for his waist.
"Ah!"
The throwing knife pierced Mueller's hand, but it was too late.
The gates of the cold storage's main door, side doors, and ventilation and maintenance access panels all lowered simultaneously.
Red warning lights illuminated sequentially along the wall, and a line of scarlet numbers appeared on the control panel.
Base elimination procedure: 03:00
02:59
02:58
The sound of machinery unlocking came from deep underground.
The eight people who had just exited the life support pods could barely stand, and all the exits were locked.
Three minutes is simply not enough time to break down the defenses layer by layer.
Mueller lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his face contorted with laughter. "In three minutes, this place will be razed to the ground! None of you will be leaving!"
He turned to Bailey, "And you, you little monster! Let's die together!"