Your self-destruct sequence can't keep up with our dispatch efficiency
Mueller lay on the ground, laughing wildly, letting blood drip from his palms.
"Two minutes! In two minutes, this building, along with you all, will be crushed into a pancake!"
He pointed a finger at Bailey, "And you, you little monster, you didn't even get a chance to detonate yourself! Haha!"
Sing Sing looked at him.
That look in his eyes was like seeing a chicken crawling out of a freezer at the market in the early morning, trying to flap its wings a couple of times.
"Ah Zai," he turned to Deadpool and asked, "Has he always been this brave?"
"He was even more courageous when I first met him, I should remind you."
Deadpool pointed to the red words on the wall, "Based on my experience with this kind of situation last time, we should start exchanging last words now."
Sing Sing glanced at the control panel.
02:41
It's too late to cut through layer by layer with just Pig Butchering Knife.
No, we need to switch vehicles.
He tucked the Pig Butchering Knife behind his waist, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
Located on the second basement level, the signal is weak.
Mueller stared at him, sensing something was wrong. "What are you doing?"
"Call your colleagues."
"This is underground! The exit is sealed! You're wasting your time!"
Old Zhou couldn't be bothered with him.
"Brother Zhou? I have the early shift tomorrow. If you make me work overtime across borders again..."
"Little Yi, emergency rescue!" Sing Sing spoke rapidly, "Los Angeles, second basement level, eight seriously injured people, plus myself, Deadpool, and one survivor. Countdown: two and a half minutes."
"Eleven people? We can't take them all in one trip. I only had two meals today. If we make a second trip, we might have to deviate from our course."
"Two trips. The first trip will take eight wounded soldiers, and the second trip will pick us up."
Where is the emergency border crossing dispatch order?
"I'll sign it later, don't close the activity record."
Is location services enabled?
"It's open."
Alright!
"Whoosh~" A purple light flashed not far from the crowd, Wandering Girl stepped out of the light, with a 'dash camera' clipped to her chest and half a cup of bubble tea in her right hand.
The girl first looked at the countdown, then at the eight life support pods, and finally at Sing Sing, who was wearing a moon-white robe and carrying Pig Butchering Knife at his waist.
What are you wearing?
"Tang Bohu's Overseas Cultural Promotion."
"Tch," the Wandering Girl gulped down the remaining pearls, "Save the people first."
Mueller's expression shifted from doubt to despair, but no one paid him any attention.
Bringing them directly back to China is the easiest way.
Medical care, hospital beds, physical examinations, and record keeping—all seamlessly integrated into one platform.
But these eight people in front of me had just climbed out of the cryogenic life support pod and were extremely wary, especially since I had taken them to an unfamiliar place.
Sing Sing has seen that kind of look before.
The same was true for the four people rescued from the incinerator in the Las Vegas underground base.
Logan felt the same way when he first saw the white coats in the 749 Bureau medical unit.
Making the same mistake once is due to lack of experience, but making it twice is unacceptable.
"Send it to the X Academy," he said.
"That run-down house in Westchester?"
"Right."
Sing Sing pulled out Pig Butchering Knife, blade facing forward. "Don't be afraid, this knife hasn't hurt a single employee yet."
He walked up to Bailey first.
The black ring was stuck on the cervical spine, with the seam located on the left side of the back of the neck, exactly the same as the one on B-2117's neck.
The blade tip pierced the gap, and Sing Sing lowered his wrist, pressing his Inner Qi along the back of the blade into the seam.
"Clang!"
The black ring broke in two and smashed on the ground.
Bailey touched his neck, somewhat incredulous. Had it really been resolved so easily?
The last seven neck rings have the same structure and are not difficult to make.
"What about this one?" Deadpool nudged Mueller. "I suggest treating him like the ninth collar; if your knife skills aren't good, you can cut him twice."
Sing Sing didn't answer; instead, he walked over to Mueller and squatted down.
"I have something to ask you. SBT09, do you remember?"
Mueller's facial muscles twitched slightly.
"Looks like you remember."
Mueller forced a cold laugh, "What are you talking about?"
"It's alright, you're a living witness, I won't kill you."
Deadpool suddenly realized. "A deluxe evidence package."
"Hold it steady." Sing Sing glanced at the countdown timer. "If he's missing a tooth, he'll lose five points on the practical test."
"Godfather, he lost three teeth when he landed face down."
Mueller, being lifted off the ground by Deadpool, was still struggling. "You can't take me away! I'm a United States citizen! I have a lawyer! I have..."
"59 seconds," the Wandering Girl reminded him.
"The first batch of wounded will be evacuated."
Sing Sing faced the eight people and pointed to the Wandering Girl: "Her name is Edith, she's a space-age ability user, and she's my colleague. Everyone hold hands, and don't let go."
The first to reach out was the woman with the injury on her wrist; she grasped the wrist of the boy beside her.
The boy hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the other person's sleeve.
Eight people were linked together, one after another.
"Hold on tight." The Wandering Girl grasped the hand of the woman at the front. "Feeling dizzy after landing is a normal reaction. If you feel nauseous, let me know beforehand, and please don't throw up on me."
The woman's voice was very soft. "Will you come back to pick them up?"
"Meeting."
A flash of purple light, and all nine people vanished simultaneously.
00:46
Deadpool, holding Mueller, chuckled, "Now's the perfect time to exchange last words."
"Keep this for writing your practical assessment reflections."
"How about adding a subtitle to this reflection? 'Why do leaders always leave interns until the last batch?'"
00:38
This is the first time the Wandering Girl has teleported so many people; no one can guarantee whether she can return to the original coordinates.
If she goes off course, then we'll have to try Deadpool's broken belt.
00:32
A purple light appeared.
After emerging from the light, the Wandering Girl grabbed Old Zhou's wrist and placed her other hand on Deadpool's shoulder.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"
Deadpool pulled Mueller closer under his arm. "Now, can we say some sentimental lines?"
"Shut up!"
Westchester County, late at night.
In the lobby of the main building of the X Academy ruins, a second purple light suddenly appeared.
Sing Sing Chow staggered half a step to regain his balance, while Deadpool rolled around on the ground with Mueller in his arms.
Edith braced herself against the wall, her chest heaving, yet she still managed to raise a finger.
"Brother Zhou, quarterly summary... please write it down."
"For two consecutive full-load deliveries during cross-border emergency rescues, a first-class merit award would be warranted."
"Stop making empty promises." The girl licked her pale lips. "Give me three full-sweet milk teas, double the pearls, and a night shift nutritious meal too."
"Approved. Make sure the invoices aren't fraudulent."
So you think everyone is like you?
The first group of eight people who arrived sat huddled together against the wall.
After confirming that the number of people was correct, Sing Sing pointed to the corridor.
"Wade, go in and call someone. Find the Professor or the Beast, whoever is awake."
Deadpool got up from the floor and threw Mueller into the middle of the hallway.
"Received, the Deputy Neighborhood Committee Director requests to use the emergency broadcast system!"
He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted down the hallway:
"Charles! Hank! Wake up and receive the crowd! Your godfather has wholesaled eight for you..."
"You dare call it an 'experimental subject'? The actual practice is zero."
"Eight ordinary citizens in urgent need of assistance!"
Mueller did not struggle.
He lay on his back on the ground, staring intently at the tattered sign above the entrance hall.
X
I've seen this logo too many times.
Charles Xavier, Omega-level Mind Stone, is capable of invading minds, reading memories, and even rewriting a person's personality.
"Don't touch my head..." Mueller murmured, "I have lawyers. You have no right to access my memories..."
Upon hearing this, Sing Sing glanced at him.
After Charles received the serum injection, his Mind Stone connection was completely sealed off.
But there's no need to explain this to the prisoners.
Sometimes, a villain's imagination is more effective than the interrogation room lights.