Bringing Your Own BGM to a Fight?

The Mustang bumped along the uneven, broken road.

The vehicle's chassis occasionally scraped against protruding rocks, producing a screeching sound.

The pink, transparent jelly-like person was still crammed into the passenger seat, chattering incessantly.

So excited was I could clearly see the undigested hamburger crumbs in my stomach.

"Director Zhou! Fifty acres of land is too big! Can I raise some ducks too? Ducks lay eggs quickly, and I know how to hatch ducklings!"

"Keep!"

"Don't even mention ducks, even if you want to raise penguins or become a pond owner, I can get you a plot of land!"

"Our bureau's main focus is on the all-round development of cross-disciplinary talents. As long as you dare to dream, the whole of China is your stage to realize your dreams! Let's grow bigger and stronger and create new glories!"

"If you could get a model worker award, I'd go to the bureau chief's office all night and throw a tantrum to get you a three-bedroom apartment!"

Geggebu was overjoyed, and a silly grin appeared on his transparent face, where even his bones were clearly visible.

The scene is a bit Shocker.

Think about it!

A transparent skeleton is smiling at you!

Geggebu had no idea what Sing Sing was thinking; he felt that he had wasted the first half of his life.

Brotherhood and X-Men are all just makeshift groups that trick honest people into working for free!

If you win, you get no prize money; if you lose, you're sent for biopsy analysis.

Director Stephen is truly a talent scout!

"I knew working for the government was a million times better than being a wanted criminal."

"That's right! Working for those wicked capitalists is nowhere near as good as having a secure job like ours!"

Just as Sing Sing was pondering whether to paint him a picture of a large-scale pig farmer, his eyes sharpened, and he slammed on the brakes with his right foot.

Geggebu's massive body nearly shattered the windshield.

"What's wrong? Did you get caught speeding by the traffic police?"

Shh, there's a noise.

Sing Sing tilted his head, his ears twitching slightly.

A dense barrage of gunfire came from afar, rhythmic and suppressed; judging from the firepower, it was the standard firing rate of a tactical squad.

There was also thunder.

Old Zhou checked the weather forecast; it's so cold in Los Angeles these days that not even a drop of rain will fall.

Looking up, a small patch of dark cloud suddenly appeared in the night sky, making the hairs on Sing Sing's arms stand on end.

Old Zhou narrowed his eyes, and a name flashed through his mind.

Storm!

Who the hell has the audacity to steal his KPI?!

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!

Obstructing recruitment is an unforgivable crime!

"Stay in the car and lock the doors!"

Geggebu panicked, looking through the car window at the distant flames, "Are those Mutants being beaten?"

"That's my bonus for this year being beaten! Anyone who dares to mess with my employees, I'll chop them up into dumpling filling today!"

Sing Sing crouched low, suppressed his breathing, and quickly moved closer in the direction of the gunshot.

He had just turned a corner when the scene before him infuriated him.

In the open space ahead, seven or eight fully armed men in black were attacking a woman with white hair and dark skin.

Storm, Ororo Munroe.

Storm

She was summoning a raging wind to deflect bullets with flying sand and stones, her left hand hanging limply, blood dripping from her fingertips.

Sing Sing's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the very back of the men in black.

He was a man wearing a tactical vest, with short hair and a cold gaze.

He knew this guy.

David North, Agent Zero.

Stryker's ace sniper.

This guy's dynamic vision is ridiculously abnormal; he can even see how many leg hairs a fly has when it flies by. He's practically a human-shaped, self-propelled 8x scope.

It's easy to guess that the penetrating wound on Storm's hand was definitely caused by that bastard's sneak shot.

It's one of Stryker's men again. Is that bastard some kind of clingy pest?

Why is he always causing trouble everywhere?

Old Zhou's anger was rising; he could tolerate those bastards conducting experiments every day.

Are they now going out into the streets to carry out kidnappings?

Isn't this blatant disrespect for the China Overseas Talent Introduction Office, treating its recruitment brochure like a piece of waste paper and trampling it underfoot?

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a wrist struck down, and the unfortunate soldier who misjudged the situation was electrocuted, his body charred and black smoke billowing from the spot.

But Agent Zero simply dodged the lightning strike by slightly turning to the side.

With a blank expression, he drew a large-caliber, specially made pistol, locking the crosshair onto Storm's head, preparing to physically deliver her from her fate.

Storm was panting heavily, her face grim.

If this drags on any longer, this meteorologist might really lose his job.

Sing Sing spat out his cigarette butt, focused his mind, and darted out of the shadows in the blink of an eye.

"Who!"

Agent Zero's abnormal dynamic vision caught the high-speed moving afterimage the moment Old Zhou appeared.

But Sing Sing had already charged into the mob like a tiger among sheep.

Let's get started!

The knife falls!

There are no fancy moves; they're all practical, butchering techniques used in the market, emphasizing simplicity.

Sing Sing forcefully channeled his Inner Qi along the back of the knife into the nerve centers of those henchmen.

Those fully armed guys collapsed to the ground, their eyes rolling back as they turned into brain-dead idiots who could only laugh stupidly.

Inner Qi rushing to the brain, a fool will grow old.

Done.

Sing Sing brandished his Pig Butchering Knife, twirled it, and placed it in front of Storm.

Storm, clutching her bleeding arm, warily eyed the China man who had appeared out of nowhere.

She was certain she had never seen a superhero dressed like an unlicensed real estate agent.

"Who are you?"

Old Zhou straightened his black suit tie and struck a dashing pose. "Chaoyang District Residents' Committee is delivering warmth."

Agent Zero took two steps back and gripped his gun tightly.

He knew this person too; Stephen Chow, the man Stryker had issued a kill order against.

He really came...

The intelligence was accurate.

Agent Zero had no intention of leaving, and the assassin had no intention of retreating.

He holstered the pistol and lowered his center of gravity slightly as he moved his fingers.

Those eyes were calculating Sing Sing's muscle reactions and dodging routes.

Sing Sing sneered, "Is this how you want to play the game?"

He twirled the Pig Butchering Knife in his hand and sheathed it, then unbuttoned his suit jacket, lifted the hem, and placed his hand on the throwing knife.

Then, Old Zhou took out his phone with his other hand, opened the music player, and played a background music track he had treasured for a long time:

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

A whistling sound reminiscent of a outlaw echoed across the clearing.

"Could you please carry the speaker for me?" he said, shoving his phone into the hands of the bewildered Storm behind him.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and a few scraps of newspaper on the ground swirled between the two of them.

The two men stood facing each other, a dozen meters apart, creating a tense and tense atmosphere.

Just like those cowboy duel scenes in old Western movies.

Sing Sing squinted his eyes.

He was waiting for the other side to fire; the moment the bullet left the barrel would be the moment of witnessing a miracle.

"Watch closely, this strike is going to be really cool."

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