You Surrounded the Wrong Person
Brooklyn Navy Yard, East Wing Freight Yard.
Sing Sing wiped the blood off his red-tasseled spear and stared at the man carrying the long stick in front of him.
"Cousin, what a coincidence!"
The Gambit awkwardly turned his head to look at the night sky, clearly indicating that he didn't want to respond to that sentence.
The two men standing behind Remy stepped forward.
The man on the left expressionlessly raised his hand to cock his pistol, while the man on the right, shirtless, scratched the container with his steel claws, leaving several shallow marks.
"Cousin! If you're not playing cards in Las Vegas, why are you working part-time as a security guard in New York?"
Sing Sing asked with exasperation, "Is the night shift allowance high here?"
The Gambit gave a wry smile, "I didn't want to come either, but I owe someone a favor, so I had no choice."
"Human relationships?"
Sing Sing looked at him with suspicion, "You still owe me two hundred dollars! We have all the evidence. Pay me back first, then go pay back the others."
"Stephen, these two things can't be considered together."
Why not?
Sing Sing Chow counted on his fingers and said, "Creditors are equal, first come, first served. Give me the other party's phone number, and I'll help you coordinate the repayment period. If that doesn't work, I'll give you 20% off."
"This matter cannot be resolved through mediation."
30% off.
"Stephen!"
Sing Sing Chow never expected to solve the problem by offering discounts; instead, he turned his attention to the two replicas next to him.
What's going on with these two?
The Clone Agent Zero's face was exactly the same as David North's, whom he had met in Los Angeles; even that expression that said the whole world owed him a debt was perfectly replicated.
The one next to it is even more outrageous.
Logan, in his early twenties, had thick hair and a completely wrinkle-free face.
The Gambit rubbed his thumb across the long stick, and the stick emitted a burst of purple light.
"Oh, two clones." He gestured with his chin. "There are many more inside."
The tone of voice made it sound like Silver Peak was running a buffet, where the kitchen could refill steaks when they ran out.
He spoke softly, but Sing Sing's grip on the gun tightened.
Silver Peak is no longer satisfied with just modifying living people.
They began to replicate abilities, implant memories, and then send these beings with human faces to the battlefield as expendable resources.
They can't stop you.
Gambit lowered his voice, "Leave now. You've already destroyed Silver Peak's Los Angeles base; there's no need to leave your life in New York."
Leave?
The image of the Slug lying in a pool of blood resurfaced.
That bastard had his chest pierced, his mouth full of blood, and he died without even having a chance to utter a last word.
And then there's Luke, that honest young man, now lying in a hospital bed, his eyes no longer able to see the forest he once protected.
Sing Sing understood that the Gambit meant well, but he also knew that Silver Peak wouldn't stop.
Today it's gone, and the next one lying on the ground might be Soft Serve, or the Polaris.
Or perhaps it's a newcomer who just received their employee ID and hasn't even had a chance to warm up their dorm bed yet.
"Cousin, I owed someone a sum of money for bereavement before I came here."
Whose is it?
"A complete scoundrel." The tip of his red-tasseled spear touched the ground. "Silver Peak will pay this debt."
The gunshot rang out first.
The Clone Agent Zero fired seven shots in quick succession, blocking Sing Sing's escape route.
The Clone Wolverine pounced on him from the front.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Six bullets were deflected by the gun barrel, and the last one, close to the brim of Sing Sing's hat, went into the billboard, knocking off the "safety" character from the four characters of "safe production".
Sing Sing glanced at the sign.
"Insulting company culture is an even more serious offense!"
The Clone Wolverine had already charged at him, its six claws crossed and aimed at his neck.
The butt of the gun touched the ground, and Old Zhou used the momentum to leap into the air, his leather shoes landing on that expressionless face.
Then, the Gambit raised his hand and threw out three cards that condensed into a purplish-red color in the air.
Upon closer inspection, Sing Sing discovered that only two of the tickets were aimed at him.
The third image shows the hand holding a gun flying towards the Clone Agent Zero.
This guy kept saying he wanted to repay the favor, but when it came to actually doing it, he remembered their kinship.
Sing Sing had a plan in mind.
He twisted the gun barrel with both hands, using the force of the Clone Wolverine's relentless grip to turn the other man around half a circle, so that he was now positioned right in front of him.
"Boom!"
All three cards exploded simultaneously, Clone Wolverine's back was blown to pieces.
"Remy!" a woman's voice came over the loudspeaker above, "Please fulfill your promise."
The Gambit swore in France without arguing back.
The Clone Agent Zero, tossed aside his damaged pistol, reached into his lower back with his right hand, and pulled out another weapon of the same model.
Beside him, the wound on the Clone Wolverine's chest began to close up.
"Cousin," Old Zhou picked up his red-tasseled spear again, "I'm asking you one last time, can you move aside?"
At the same time, on level B2.
The woman on the radio was laughing very relaxed.
Yan Shuangying stood between the two cloned corpses, his right index finger touching the inner layer of the belt.
The miniature recorder has been activated.
This female voice may have been digitally processed, and extracting the voiceprint alone may not be enough to identify her.
However, echoes from broadcast lines, signal compression traces, access times, and pause patterns can also provide clues.
As long as the records are complete enough, Ling Lingwu can continue searching through the old files.
More importantly, the other party directly called out their code name.
The woman on the radio spoke again, "You want to destroy Silver Peak? No problem, I can help. You have ten minutes."
All the screens on the wall went black, and then scarlet numbers popped up.
10:00
Yan Shuangying scanned the ventilation openings and three emergency gates.
These ten minutes could be the time for key personnel to evacuate, or it could be the time for data to be cleared.
Even worse, the entire experimental area could be destroyed after the countdown ends.
He pressed a button on his headphones, but all he heard was static.
The signal has been cut off, Xiao Qi on the ground will not receive the warning.
In that case, the only option is to take over the control room as soon as possible.
The countdown timer is ticking.
09:59
"Ten minutes is too much."
A soft laugh came over the loudspeaker, "Mr. Ling Ling'er, confidence is a good thing. Unfortunately, you don't understand Silver Peak yet."
"I don't need to know about the dead."
"Click!"
The gate leading to B3 rose, and the sound of orderly footsteps echoed from the darkness.
At the very front are ten Clone Wolverines.
They looked identical and moved in unison.
Ten Clone Agent Zeros, each wielding a dual pistol, stood behind them.
The woman's voice carried a hint of amusement. "And now?"
Yan Shuangying did not answer. With his left hand, he pulled a gun from the back of his trench coat. No one could see where the gun had been hidden before.
At the same time, he used his toes to lift the equipment tray next to him, and gripped the edge with his right hand.
"Fire!"
The first sound of three pistols aimed at his forehead went blank.
"Click! Click! Click!"
The other firearms fired normally.
Yan Shuangying raised the tray and walked forward through the hail of bullets.
A pallet that cost less than twenty dollars to purchase in the lab survived dozens of bullets without being damaged!
The Twenty-Seventh Tales of Rules:
Anything that Yan Shuangying could grab with his right hand could stop a bullet one hundred percent of the time.
"You made two mistakes when you surrounded me."
The Clone Wolverine at the forefront had already charged within three steps.
"Firstly, there are too few people."
He lightly stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the trigger plate on the sole of his shoe was activated.
Three explosions came from the back corridor.
When Yan Shuangying changed his route to enter B2 through the ventilation shaft, he had already left three pounds of C4 in the hydraulic joints of the fire gate.
Currently, all three nodes are damaged simultaneously.
The fire doors slammed down one after another, separating the ten Clone Agent Zeros into three groups and cutting off the coordination between the Clone Wolverines.
Yan Shuangying tossed aside the tray and raised his pistol.
"Secondly, I have already surrounded you."
The fourth of the strange tales about rules:
When you surrounded Yan Shuangying had already surrounded you as well.