Killing Intent Arises

The cabin lights came on.

Storm sat in the driver's seat, staring at the rows of complicated instrument panels.

She had piloted this fighter jet countless times, soaring through the clouds.

Now, this machine, which carries her memories of many years, has reappeared because of this China man.

"Don't just stand there." Sing Sing got into the passenger seat. "You drive this thing."

Storm glanced at his right ear.

There was a children's band-aid with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on it at some point.

Not a single drop of blood seeped out.

Is this what you call a serious injury?

With a roar of engines, the shuttle slowly ascended into the air.

Storm set the flight path and confirmed that autopilot had taken over before removing her left hand from the joystick.

Sing Sing pulled a first-aid kit from under the seat and took out sterile gauze and medical alcohol.

"Give me your hand."

"You know how to treat gunshot wounds?"

"I used to see a lot of knife marks when I sold pork. Don't worry! I'm a professional."

Sing Sing did not pour alcohol directly into the penetrating wound; he only wiped away the blood around the wound and then pressed thick gauze over both wounds.

"Bear with it. The bullet went through, but didn't hit the bone. Stop the bleeding first, we'll deal with it when we get back to the academy."

As Sing Sing spoke, he secured the gauze with a bandage, finally tying a tight and neat knot.

However, that knot looks exactly like the kind of rope used to tie pig's trotters for packaging.

In the back row, Geggebu huddled in his chair, chuckling to himself, still lost in his dream of a fifty-acre chicken farm.

Slug leaned against the bulkhead, dozing off, while the Vanisher kept staring at the back of Sing Sing's head, a perfectly timed ingratiating smile on his face.

Sing Sing leaned back in his seat, casually placed his shoes on the edge of the control panel, and secretly rejoiced.

Geggebu has already pressed his fingerprint.

Once the Vanisher returns and completes the formalities, they are considered officially employed.

Storm hasn't agreed yet, but the fact that people are willing to go back to the academy at least means there's room for discussion.

A modern aquaculture expert, a strategic logistics expert, and a top candidate in meteorological agriculture.

As long as the individual's wishes are respected and the job benefits and work boundaries are clearly discussed, this trip to Los Angeles will not have been in vain!

Sing Sing was getting happier and happier as he thought about it, and he had almost finished drafting his speech for the year-end award for outstanding individuals in his mind.

At that time, Wolverine will be standing on the left, Storm on the right, and a row of overseas talents wearing employee badges will be behind them.

Everyone who sees this must praise the remarkable effectiveness of China's employment placement work.

Longneck: The Clown is Me

The shuttle glided smoothly through the night sky for a while.

"We've arrived," Storm said softly.

The shuttle began to decelerate and descend.

Below, the outline of the ruins of the X Academy gradually became clear under the moonlight.

The invisible coating has faded.

"Bang!"

The landing gear hit the ground, the hatch popped open, and Old Zhou was the first to step out.

It had just begun to emerge.

A figure dressed in red and black suddenly darted out.

Deadpool was dragging something that looked like a sack. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Mueller, who had been beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"Godfather! You're finally back!"

Deadpool threw Mueller to the ground and danced with excitement.

"I was so bored that I even found out how many times he wet the bed as a child! That's pretty good, isn't it?"

When will my position at the neighborhood committee be finalized? Will they issue my work uniform tomorrow? I want a red one!

Sing Sing waved his hand dismissively.

"No problem, no problem. As long as the background check goes smoothly, you'll get all the Five Insurances and One Housing Fund benefits."

The Beast also came out of the house at this moment, "Ororo..."

Storm looked tenderly at her former comrade-in-arms. "Hank, it's been a long time."

The two went up and hugged each other.

Watching this touching scene, Geggebu's translucent face began to shed tears again.

Beast and Storm embraced, while Geggebu stood by wiping away tears, and Deadpool chattered incessantly around Mueller, whose hands were tied behind his back.

Old friends reunite, new couples await signing their names—a joyous occasion indeed.

Everyone's attention was focused on Storm and the Beast; only the Vanisher ignored them.

After getting off the plane, he quietly took half a step and stood right behind Slug, his gaze lingering briefly on Mueller on the ground.

That ingratiating, fawning smile vanished.

With a flick of his wrist, the Vanisher conjured a strangely shaped tactical triangular dagger into his palm, then thrust it through the Slug's back, twisting his wrist halfway around.

"Pfft!"

The Slug still had a grin on its face, its spiky, blood-splattered tip emerging from its chest.

Fresh blood splattered onto Geggebu's body along the metal groove.

The Vanisher released his dagger, and his figure blurred.

Sing Sing's pupils contracted, and he reached his right hand behind his waist.

But it was too late.

The air crackled, and the Vanisher appeared right next to Mueller.

You dare!

The Tian Shan Cold Iron Pig Butchering Knife flew from his hand, its snow-white blade light traversing the open ground, grazing the afterimage of the Vanisher and embedding itself diagonally into the ground.

Just before the Pig Butchering Knife was about to touch him, the Vanisher grabbed Mueller's shoulder.

The two disappeared.

All that remained on the ground was the still slightly trembling Pig Butchering Knife and a pool of steaming blood.

"Thump."

The Slug fell forward, blood and foam gushing out of the bloody hole in its chest.

Everything happened too fast, from the Vanisher attacker to his teleportation escape with Mueller.

The entire process takes less than a second.

Deadpool pulled out his knife and slashed wildly through the air, yelling, "Where are they?! Where are my hostages who served as my pledge of allegiance?!"

Sing Sing rushed to Slug's side, pressed his palm against the bloody hole in his chest, and poured his Inner Qi into him without reservation.

The three-edged thorn pierced through the heart and lungs, and the surrounding blood vessels and organs were completely crushed.

Slug stared at Sing Sing, his lips moved with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word before a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

Before he could utter a single word, his pupils lost focus.

Sing Sing's hand was still pressed on the wound, and warm blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Deadpool's curses and Geggebu's cries all turned into a blurry buzzing sound.

Only then did everything that had happened begin to connect in Sing Sing's mind.

An abnormally weak gatekeeper.

An underground casino where even guns can't be fired steadily.

A spatial ability user who can call him by name upon first meeting him.

And then there's the offer of free meals and accommodation, employee ID, and social security, which the other party proactively mentioned.

He clearly sensed that something was wrong.

But he was in a hurry to save people and to complete the recruitment, so in the end he used the excuse that "the unlucky guy just wanted to live" to justify all the abnormalities.

Silver Peak doesn't need a direct assault on the X Academy.

All they need to do is arrange for a spatial ability user who can gain their trust to personally bring the person to Mueller Sing Sing.

Sing Sing looked down at the bloodless face, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

This greedy, cowardly, and utterly deceitful bastard was begging for mercy in a motel just hours ago, but now, because he believed him, he's dying right in front of him.