Illegal Structures, Forced Demolition!

Ling Lingwu placed the coffee cup on the table, rubbed his shiny bald head, pulled out a chair, and stood up.

"Alright, I won't stay here and be a third wheel. Those bastards from Silver Peak are hiding well; I still have to go dig up their ancestral graves."

Sing Sing raised an eyelid and glanced at the bald man.

The way this old guy was talking today gave off the smug vibe of someone who'd just dug up a big juicy piece of gossip.

Someone who's usually so stingy they'd chew and swallow even a single tea leaf dusting, actually decided to order coffee today?

"What are you smelling now?"

"Little pork, second brother, I have a creepy story to tell you."

Ling Lingwu lowered his voice, leaning halfway over the table. "The board of directors of Silver Peak, on the surface they look respectable, but they're just white gloves pushed out to take the bullets. The real behind-the-scenes boss isn't even on that list!"

"Not the board of directors?"

"That's right!"

"It's said to be a woman, but she never shows her face. When the higher-ups mention her, they only dare to respectfully call her 'Lady.' Nobody knows what she looks like, and nobody knows what she's after."

Lady?

Sing Sing scoffed.

Do villains these days all like to adopt this mysterious persona?

And she calls herself "Lady"? Does she think she's a VIP customer of some high-end bespoke brand?

These bosses who never show their faces are usually fraudsters who absconded with the money and are wanted by the Economic Crime Investigation Department. What are they pretending to be?

"I'll follow this line and dig deep, I'll expose every single detail about her!"

Sing Sing nodded. "Okay. Be careful, don't get so caught up in investigating that you lose the receipts for the public funds spent on meals. If you get back to China, Anton from the finance department will tear you apart."

"Mind your own business!" Ling Lingwu got up and left the coffee shop.

As he passed the bar, he didn't forget to casually stuff the half-used pack of napkins on the table into his pocket.

Sing Sing turned his head and looked at Ling Ling'er, who was still looking down at a 45-degree angle.

His old black top hat was pulled low, the shadow of the brim just obscuring his eyes.

From beginning to end, this guy's breathing rate never changed, and his whole being exuded an affected air of "I'm lonely, I'm handsome, and mortals should stay away."

Seeing his expression, Sing Sing felt a tickle in his fists.

What kind of cold-blooded killer are you trying to act like in a run-down coffee shop in broad daylight?

Anyone who didn't know better would think you had a stiff neck due to cervical spondylosis!

"Second brother," Sing Sing tapped the table, "When are you leaving for the rooftop?"

"Now."

Sing Sing's eye twitched. "Can you stop pretending?"

Ling Ling'er ignored the sarcastic remark, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards the back door of the coffee shop, leaving only a light, fleeting comment in the air.

"I don't like making people wait, especially dead people."

Sing Sing gave him the middle finger as he walked away.

Shipyard.

Floor B5, laboratory.

Mueller lay on the ground, his right wrist severed at the root, and his left leg gone from the knee.

The cut wasn't even bandaged, leaving the life force to flow away with the blood.

Mueller took a deep breath of fresh air, his eyes fixed on the expressionless man in front of him.

David North.

Agent Zero!

"I've told you everything... I've told you everything I know! Please, please, plead with the Lady for me!"

Agent Zero looked down at him, his tone devoid of emotion. "The Lady is very dissatisfied that you didn't choose suicide immediately after being captured."

Upon hearing this, Mueller trembled violently.

He was well aware of the mysterious Lady's modus operandi.

At Silver Peak, failing a mission isn't the worst thing; losing your usefulness is the real hell!

He didn't want to die!

He had only lived in the large villa he just bought on Long Island for a few days, and he still had millions of dollars in his overseas account that he hadn't spent!

His intense will to survive made him forget the pain of his severed limbs; Mueller screamed hoarsely, desperately trying to grasp at the last straw:

"Spare my life! I'm still useful! I've figured out Stephen Chow's logic! Give me a small team, and I can retrieve the Cryptographic Key! I can make money for the company, and I can handle those bloodsuckers in Congress!"

Agent Zero stood silently in place, his face expressionless.

There was no interruption or response.

Only when Mueller's voice cracked from shouting did Agent Zero draw his pistol.

"Bang!"

Mueller had a gaping hole in his forehead, and the back of his head had exploded, splattering his brains all over the ground.

He didn't look at it for long, skillfully put the pistol back into its holster, and stood there in a daze.

A dense stream of green data flashed in his pupils.

"Target confirmed."

"Agents from the 749 Bureau of China have entered attack range."

"Attack permitted."

Brooklyn Navy Yard.

This area was once a historic industrial park on the East River in New York City, where massive steel warships that threatened the world were built.

Today, it has been transformed into an innovative park for technology and film production.

But no one could have imagined that the Silver Peak Consortium's sordid underground organ cloning and Mutants experiments were hidden beneath this facade of industrial revival.

At the main entrance, four burly men in black security uniforms were patrolling.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The security captain raised his submachine gun, pointing it into the thick fog. "Who goes there?! This is private property. Get out of here immediately, or you'll be shot!"

The fog was dispersed by the night wind.

Sing Sing, with a crumpled cigarette dangling from his lips and wearing Wenxi- made black suit, approached the security team, holding a red-tasseled spear upside down in his hand.

The sudden change in style almost gave the four security guards on the other side a herniated disc.

Sing Sing stopped ten steps away and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Good evening, fellow slackers who aren't eager to leave work.

"My name is Stephen Zhou. Following reports from the public, it has been found that your illegal constructions are in serious violation of fire safety regulations."

"Today, on behalf of the Chaoyang District Residents' Committee..."

Old Zhou swung his arm, and the red-tasseled spear flashed in mid-air, pointing directly at the security captain.

"They've come to carry out a forced demolition!"

The security captain's brain went blank for a second.

In that very second, Sing Sing moved.

The red-tasseled spear transformed into lightning, its strike as swift as a dragon!

"Pfft!"

The four fully armed security guards felt a chill run down their spines and collapsed to the ground in unison.

Sing Sing holstered his gun and stood up, flicking away the droplets of blood from the tip.

"I already told you it's a forced demolition, why are you still standing here doing nothing?"

He walked over to the fallen security captain, groped around for a moment, and then pulled out the alarm and pressed it.

"Waaaaaah!"

The alarm blared through the shipyard's night sky.

"Come on! Let's hurt each other!"

Sing Sing loosened his tie, entered the park without hesitation, and rushed into the East River Freight Terminal with his gun.

Ahead lay rows of massive shipping containers, all part of the Silver Peak Consortium's logistical camouflage.

"The first rule for illegal construction is encroaching on public space for business!"

With a roar, Sing Sing delivered Great Strength Vajra Leg kick to the outermost container.

"Clang!"

The entire enclosure flew more than ten meters and crashed into the power distribution station behind it.

"Article Two of the Illegal Construction Regulations: Unauthorized Construction!"

He swung his red-tasseled spear, its crimson light sweeping across the massive gantry crane dozens of meters high beside him.

The gantry crane, having lost its balance, collapsed with a deafening roar, directly crippling half of the logistics plant.

"High-risk intruder detected in Sector C!"

"Quickly! Bring out heavy firepower! Seal off all exits!"

Sing Sing stood atop the ruins, chuckled, and beckoned with his index finger.