I Was Merely Jesting

The old man's eyes held a particularly complex expression. "When I still had my abilities, I never dared to try and read his mind."

"It was nothing but chaotic noise and illusions that didn't belong to this world."

One second he's chatting and laughing with you, the next he'll pull out a knife and chop your throat.

"This kind of person has absolutely no moral bottom line; he would even sell out his employer for half a pizza."

Sing Sing nodded in agreement.

"You're absolutely right, this guy's thought process is on a completely different level from normal people."

"Our 749 Bureau is a disciplined and law-abiding state-owned unit. The first step in the recruitment process is to check three generations of family history. With his bloodstained resume, he wouldn't even be able to submit an application."

"Not to mention, if we were to take this lawless lunatic back, Director Wang's thermos would probably smash right onto the top of my head the very next day."

"We value stability and unity."

The professor relaxed a bit. "It's good that you know what's going on. I was genuinely worried that you'd be fooled by his absurd rhetoric in order to complete your recruitment task."

Sing Sing patted his chest and assured him, "I'm a seasoned HR professional who used to work as a pork stall owner. I've seen it all. What kind of monsters haven't I seen? He wants to take our company's secure job? He won't pass the background check."

"Such a rare and exceptional talent should stay in United States and continue to shine. This is the perfect environment for him to flourish."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the Beast drove up in a minibus.

Professor X made arrangements for Beast and Deadpool to escort the five Mutants who did not want to go to China.

The other three stayed at the academy to wait for Sing Sing to return.

The Beast sat in the driver's seat with a gloomy expression; he really didn't want to be in the same compartment as the chattering man in the red and black bodysuit in the back.

Deadpool clung to the car window and waved wildly at Sing Sing outside.

"Godfather! Don't forget about my official position! After I finish this escort mission, I'll report to your neighborhood committee!"

Sing Sing rubbed his hands together and took two steps forward.

"No problem, no problem. As long as you get the person to their destination safely, you'll definitely get all the Five Insurances and One Housing Fund benefits."

Deadpool patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, Godfather! But does our company cafeteria serve Mexico? I demand an unlimited supply of cheese-filled burritos every day."

"If you don't have wraps, I'm going to the labor bureau to report you for employee abuse."

The Beast couldn't listen anymore and started the car, driving away.

Beast

Sing Sing's smile faded, and he looked at Bailey and the other two behind him.

"You stay at the academy for two days. After I finish my business, I'll take you out for an authentic Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

Bailey swallowed hard.

"Mr. Stephen, are you really coming back for us? What if those people who arrested us come back?"

Sing Sing walked up to Bailey and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm a legitimate government employee. Our unit has always believed in never abandoning or giving up on anyone."

"You are now key talents we are focusing on recruiting; even if the sky falls, I will bring you back first."

"Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll teach them a lesson with this Pig Butchering Knife!"

A motel somewhere in New York.

Sing Sing stood in front of room 302, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, quietly took out a wire and pried open the lock.

Slug was lying sprawled on the bed, snoring, with a few colorful banknotes scattered on the bedside table.

Several empty wine bottles lay scattered on the ground.

Sing Sing stared at the banknotes; they were his travel funds that had fallen onto the pickup truck.

He was chased and bombed by helicopters in the freezing cold, without even getting a hot meal.

You little brat, you're taking my money and throwing it around in nightclubs, sleeping in, buying the most expensive drinks and chasing after the prettiest girls.

Sing Sing's blood rushed to his head, and he took two steps to the bedside and kicked it.

"Hey! Who the hell dares to mess with me?!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A pair of black leather shoes came into view.

Looking up from the leather shoes, you see Sing Sing's face, which is radiating anger.

A Pig Butchering Knife had appeared in his hand without his knowledge.

The blade reflected a chilling, cold light.

Slug's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Zhou... Brother Zhou!"

"Sleeping soundly, huh? Taking my money and going out to have a good time, you seem to be living the high life!"

"Master Zhou, please let me explain! I only went to those kinds of places to gather intelligence."

I'll beat you to death, you bastard!

Sing Sing ignored his nonsense and unleashed a barrage of punches at the Slug.

"Stop hitting me! Master Zhou, have mercy!"

"I didn't waste my money! I got things done! I really got things done!"

Sing Sing stopped punching.

"What business do you have? If you can't give me a straight answer today, I'll cut you into 108 pieces and use you as dumplings."

With Slug and swollen face, the slug stammered, "You... you asked me to find out about those people, didn't you?"

"I found it. The body is made of transparent pink paraffin Geggebu, and I've located its exact position."

Where?

"In an abandoned chicken farm south of Los Angeles, that kid hides in the henhouse all day and is too scared to come out."

Sing Sing sheathed his knife. "You did something decent, kid. What else?"

"And there's also information on Storm Ororo. She's been spotted near the slums on the West Coast lately, supposedly performing magic tricks for starving children there."

"Actually, we just use our weather control capabilities to get them some clean water to drink, and sometimes we even send in a little rain to water the withered lawns."

"In addition..." Seeing that Sing Sing hadn't made any further moves, Slug quickly dropped a bombshell.

"I also discovered a Spatial Teleportation. That guy is incredibly powerful, but he drowns his sorrows in alcohol every day! He's drowning his sorrows in debt!"

Spatial Teleportation!

Old Zhou's mind started working quickly.

The Blue Elf are complaining every day about how much overtime they have to work. If only they could get a space-age system so they could go back to working shifts.

Wouldn't that solve all the problems related to logistics, transportation, and international business trips?

They can even save the money from international flight tickets to build two Hope Primary Schools!

These are strategic-level logistics support personnel!

Sing Sing tucked the Pig Butchering Knife behind his waist, strode forward, and pulled the Slug off the ground.

He even thoughtfully brushed the dust off the other person's clothes, saying, "Oh dear, look at you! How did you fall on the floor? It's so dirty!"

"Master Zhou, what's wrong...?"

"Hey! Just now you were teasing me." Sing Sing patted Slug on the shoulder.

"I like to crack a few jokes with my subordinates to lighten the mood."

As the saying goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child; no one feels comfortable without a beating or a scolding."

"Since you've found such an important talent for me, you're my lucky star, and a great unofficial contributor to our 749 Bureau."

"Tell me in detail where that Spatial Teleportation is? How much money does he owe? Is he male or female? What kind of milk tea does he usually like to drink?"

Slugs make my scalp tingle.

Looking at Sing Sing's fake smile, he had no choice but to honestly confess the information.

"His name is Tunsley Tate. He's a man. He owes the local mob about $100,000 in high-interest loans."

"The gangsters threatened to cut off his hand and sell him to Stryker if he didn't pay back the money within three days."

"If we calculate the time, there are less than 24 hours left."