One More Hour, Just One Minute!

Footsteps echoed from the depths of the corridor.

Accompanied by Deadpool's loud, booming voice.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The community's helper is here!"

A figure over two meters tall emerged from the darkness— Beast.

The eight terrified Mutants were stunned for a moment. The woman with the injured wrist covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

"X-Men! It's the X-Men! We're saved!"

Despair turned into ecstasy.

These people have been imprisoned underground for who knows how long, watching the Silver Peak Consortium's executioners in biohazard suits every day.

Upon seeing the legendary Mutants Guardians, their tense nerves immediately collapsed.

Several of the younger ones scrambled over and grabbed the Beast's thick legs, howling as they rushed forward.

Even the Beast itself was bewildered.

He looked down at his fellow humans, who were trembling all over and could barely stand.

Then I looked up and saw Sing Sing in his costume.

Stephen Chow.

The Beast shielded a nearly unconscious boy behind him, asking, "Where did you get so much stuff in the middle of the night...?"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

"The Silver Peak Consortium Los Angeles Branch, they almost... sigh."

Deadpool nodded frantically beside him. "Yeah, yeah! Those bastards even had bombs in their necks! If my godfather hadn't swiftly struck, I wouldn't even have enough bags to collect the bodies tonight!"

Watching the Beast take the man away, Sing Sing felt heartbroken.

That's the power of branding!

He risked his life to pull people out from under the bomb, but they wouldn't believe him even after he tried to coax and deceive them.

The moment that big blue-haired guy stood there, without saying a word, these guys acted like they'd seen their own father.

An indignant Sing Sing turned to look to the side, where Mark Mueller was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Old Zhou kicked him in the ribs.

Mueller grunted, opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Sing Sing, about to utter a harsh word.

Sing Sing suddenly slapped his forehead.

Broken!

I forgot something very important!

He turned around and grabbed the Wandering Girl was dozing against the wall.

"Little Yi, hurry up, add another hour!"

The Wandering Girl was startled. "Add extra time?! Do you think I'm some kind of unlicensed taxi driver from the village entrance?!"

Sing Sing lowered his voice. "My suitcase is still in a locker at a shopping mall in Chinatown Los Angeles!"

"That contains our bureau's recruitment contracts, as well as the special equipment Wenxi gave us! We can't afford to lose this!"

Upon hearing this, the Wandering Girl's face turned green. "You spendthrift! You keep such important things in the supermarket cabinet?!"

"Just one trip, it'll take at most a minute round trip!"

Sing Sing held up his finger. "Next month, I'll double your milk tea allowance, plus a Michelin three-star dessert buffet!"

Edith swallowed.

"Deal! Hold on tight!"

A burst of purple light suddenly shone forth.

Deadpool, who was standing nearby, just raised his hand and said, "I'm going too..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two people had vanished from the corridor.

The mall doors in Los Angeles' Chinatown were closed at midnight.

A beam of purple light flashed directly in front of the lockers on the basement level of the mall.

"The alarm didn't go off, hurry up and get it." The Wandering Girl leaned against the cabinet, panting heavily.

Sing Sing deftly pulled out a barcode scanner and aligned it with the scanner.

Drop--

The cabinet door popped open.

The black suitcase lay quietly inside.

Sing Sing picked up the suitcase, finally feeling relieved.

The purple light flashed again, and the two were back at the X Academy.

The Wandering Girl couldn't hold on any longer; her legs buckled and she collapsed to the ground.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die suddenly..."

Her eyelids drooped, and she pointed at Sing Sing's nose. "Remember... Michelin three stars... if you lose even one star, I'll burn your suit..."

After saying that, the girl turned into a purple light on the spot.

The automatic passive teleportation triggered Old Zhou's guess that she had gone back to her bed in the Siheyuan to sleep.

Sing Sing, carrying a briefcase, found a corner to change back into his black suit and straightened his tie before approaching Mueller.

Deadpool was crouching nearby, poking him with a stick.

"Xiao Hong, pick this grandson up and come with me!"

"Alright! Where are we going to conduct the interrogation? Should I get some torture devices like the tiger bench or pepper spray?"

"Just find a quiet corner."

Sing Sing, accompanied by Deadpool, dragged Mueller into an abandoned classroom.

With a click, the suitcase lock popped open, and he reached inside to take out the Cryptographic Key.

Mueller tensed up when he saw the key.

"Now, let's settle the accounts."

Sing Sing took out his cigarette case, put one in his mouth, Deadpool immediately fawned over him, pulling out a lighter from his crotch to light it.

"Phew~"

A puff of smoke hit Mueller's face.

"Stephen Chow! Even if you get this, it won't do you any good!"

Mueller sneered, panting, "You have no idea what you've messed with."

"Stop talking nonsense! I have a bad temper. If you don't want to talk, I'll crush your bones inch by inch."

"We have a China idiom called 'The Cook Ding Cuts Up an Ox.' I can guarantee that you won't even have a chance to faint before I break you into 180 pieces."

After saying that, Sing Sing held up Pig Butchering Knife and brandished it back and forth in Mueller's trouser pocket.

Deadpool was excitedly rubbing his hands together beside him.

"I'm familiar with this! I can help out! I can even do a live stream on the dark web!"

Mueller was speechless. What was the point of him saying anything?

If you don't tell me, wouldn't you have to call in Professor X?

And...

"Fuck! Why the hell aren't you asking?!"

"I killed... Oh? Oh!" Sing Sing slapped his forehead, "Sorry, sorry, I got too excited."

Tell me everything you know!

"This key... is the offline physical Cryptographic Key to our Silver Peak Core Database; it contains all of Silver Peak's secrets."

Sing Sing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Be specific."

"All records of Mutants! From gene extraction and organ cloning to the assembly line production records of experimental subjects."

"Those you rescued are just the tip of the iceberg. We have twelve labs across the United States."

Sing Sing's eyes turned cold.

Twelve?

These capitalists really treat their fellow human beings like pigs.

No, in their eyes, Mutants are not even as good as piglets.

"Anything else?"

"And there are financial records, a list of members of Congress who provide policy protection to Silver Peak! Contracts for the military's secret procurement of Mutants biological weapons!"

Mueller spoke frankly, "Just plug this thing into Specific Decoding Host, and the data inside could shake up half of United States's political and business circles."

Upon hearing this, Deadpool gasped in shock.

Sing Sing stared at him, "Where is that Specific Decoding Host?"

Mueller gave a bitter smile.

"I don't know. The board is very careful; the decoder is separate. You only have the data end, not the Algorithm Component. Forcing a crack will only trigger the internal self-destruct program."

These capitalists are really good at playing games.

Who controls the Algorithm Component?

Mueller shook his head. "I'm only responsible for fieldwork and data retrieval. The board won't entrust the Algorithm Component to people like us."

Sing Sing made a mental calculation.

Why don't we take it back and let Wenxi try it?

Mueller has to stay alive, after all, he's still useful.

Old Zhou knew that this guy was saying all this because of Professor X.

Even high-ranking executives within a conglomerate were unaware of the professor's vanished abilities; this level of secrecy...

"Xiao Hong, tie him up tightly and lock him in a basement. Just give him some cold water every day, don't let him die."

Deadpool perked up at the mention of work. "Yes, sir! The Deputy Neighborhood Committee Director guarantees to complete the task!"

With that, Deadpool ripped off one of Mueller's socks, stuffed it into his mouth, and dragged him away.

Sing Sing glanced at the night sky; tonight's overtime work had yielded far more results than he had expected.

They rescued eight potential colleagues and also uncovered some of the secrets of the Silver Peak Consortium.

Most importantly, Luke received some interest on that debt.

Now, as long as these eight people are settled and the whereabouts of the decoding host are found, China will have completely gained the upper hand.

"Stephen," the Beast approached, "Charles wants to see you."

Sing Sing grinned.

Are we finally getting down to business?