You Can Still Stab Someone to Death Without a Spearhead

"Cousin, calm down! Can you make way for me?"

"You... sigh, you'd better survive those two first before you talk to me."

Helpless, the Gambit withdrew his long stick and stepped aside, gesturing for him to proceed.

The Clone Agent Zero snorted at Gambit, raised his gun and fired a series of shots, taking out Sing Sing's head, neck, chest and abdomen.

"Your pre-job training at Silver Peak is inadequate! You hit people without even checking their documents? You definitely don't deserve to be named a model unit this year!"

Old Zhou, who was still chattering, picked up his red-tasseled spear and swung it in a wide circle, knocking away four bullets with the shaft.

"Speaking of which, we have an old man in our department who likes to catch bullets with his bare hands. Anyone interested in testing his reaction speed?"

The Clone Wolverine roared and pounced, its six claws pressing down on the gun barrel simultaneously, barking lines like "I'll kill you and tear you to pieces."

"Don't keep talking about death at such a young age. Take my advice: it's better to work in a factory tightening screws than to be a disposable resource for capitalists."

After a brief exchange, Old Zhou discovered that these two clones were indeed not very strong.

But a batch was manufactured and brought in for screwing...

7 x 24 hours x 12 months...

No, this is an inviolable legal and ethical red line.

Even if a country has human cloning technology, it shouldn't do this.

They are still independent individuals, and doing so would be contrary to humanitarian principles.

Sing Sing pulled back, Clone Wolverine grabbed the gun barrel and wouldn't let go. The Zero clone took the opportunity to move to the side, and the muzzle of the gun went around his companion's waist and was aimed at Old Zhou.

"Target restricted, execution to proceed."

"Your relationships with your colleagues aren't very good either. He's got a gun in his hands, are you just going to scrap him along with him?"

Before the other party could fire, Sing Sing raised his knee and struck the Clone Wolverine's chin. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party tilted his head back, he spun the butt of his gun and deflected two bullets into his chest.

The Clone Wolverine was shot twice and thrown away, with a grayish-white gel seeping from the bullet holes in his chest.

"Cousin, this repair quality is worse than even a roadside tire repair stall. Did Silver Peak's after-sales service department get laid off?"

"You still have time to handle after-sales service?"

The Gambit's gaze followed the three men closely. "In a few minutes, your suit will be ready to be used as a rag."

"But I remember you weren't wearing this before. When did you change? Where's the old one?"

"The old ones... Pshaw!"

"Our new equipment was purchased by the company and comes with a lifetime warranty. You freelancer wouldn't understand the joys of working within the system."

As they spoke, the enraged Clone Wolverine lunged forward again, his claws crossed to jam the gun barrel, and he strained his arms to the sides. The Clone Agent Zero fired five shots in an attempt to force him to drop his weapon.

The red tassel on the ash wood shaft had been whittled into the size of a feather duster, and a crack had appeared at the joint of the spearhead.

Sing Sing glanced at the crack, released the gun barrel, and dodged a claw attack by turning to the side. He then slammed his right elbow into the ear of the Clone Wolverine.

"Your movements are very clumsy, much worse than the original."

"Shut up!"

"Oh? You can get angry and embarrassed?"

The cloned wolf howled and chased after them, its claws slicing along the gun barrel toward Old Zhou's wrist.

"Snap!"

The tip of the white waxwood pole broke off, and the red tassel and spearhead fell to the ground, leaving only a jagged wooden pole in Sing Sing's hand.

The Gambit watching from behind laughed out loud and, with a touch of refined taste, took out a piece of chewing gum and began to chew.

"Stephen, you'd better get out of here. If you don't leave now, I'm really going to have to keep you here. You've lost your weapons, how are you going to fight us?"

Sing Sing weighed the broken pole in his hand, chuckled, and took a half-step back, preparing to exert force. "Who says you can't kill someone without a spearhead?"

Not far away, just as the empty magazine of Clone Zero was pushing the magazine into the gun handle, Sing Sing's leather shoe kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into an abandoned forklift.

The cloned wolf then seized the opportunity to pounce from behind, its claws aimed straight for the back of the neck.

"Got you!"

Are you sure?

Sing Sing leaned forward to avoid the claws, and with a flick of his wrist, he pushed the broken shaft back along his ribs, the shaft wrapped in Inner Qi plunging directly into the clone's heart.

The cloned wolf tried to raise its claws again, but Sing Sing gripped the gun barrel and shuddered, shattering its heart.

"Tch, your knock-offs aren't even as good as those from Huaqiangbei."

As he spoke, Old Zhou turned to look at him and flicked the barrel of his gun.

The clone opened its mouth, spitting out a large mouthful of grayish-white substance, and then collapsed to the ground.

Gambit was somewhat surprised, "You killed Wolverine with a piece of wood?"

"Please watch your wording. The Clone Wolverine is a national-level forest ranger!"

The Clone Agent Zero, who had just climbed up from behind the forklift, hadn't even taken aim when he found Sing Sing standing in front of him, pulling out a Pig Butchering Knife in his right hand.

"Your colleagues have all gone to bed, you should lie down too."

Gunfire erupted, Pig Butchering Knife sliced through his right hand, which was holding the gun, following the trajectory of the bullet. The Blade then rose again, slicing down his shoulder and into his abdomen.

Wiping the blood from his face, Sing Sing looked at the Gambit, the knife tip pointing downwards.

"What do you say, cousin? How about we elope?"

"I really can't leave."

The Gambit raised his long stick and aimed it at Sing Sing, with purplish-red energy flowing along the stick.

"Come on, we've never really fought before, want to give it a try?"

"Two grown men agreeing to fight at a shipyard—don't you think this plot could easily lead to misunderstandings?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Three playing cards flew from the Gambit' fingers, landing on Old Zhou's left and right sides and at his feet respectively, with purple light burning through the cards and causing an explosion.

Sing Sing, who had dodged the explosion, dusted himself off and said, "Cousin, what kind of skill is it to deal cards from twenty meters away?"

"I make a living by stealing and gambling. Have you ever seen a gambler willingly stick close to a butcher?"

"That makes sense! I'll come find you then."

Sing Sing Chow leaped over the flames in a few quick movements, closing in on the Gambit. The King of Gambit touched the ground with his long staff, did a somersault, and retreated to the top of a nearby container while throwing out five playing cards to block his landing spot.

The Pig Butchering Knife sliced through four cards in quick succession. The fifth card released energy along the back of the blade, and Old Zhou's arm went numb from the shock.

The two maintained a distance of about ten meters, and whenever Sing Sing was about to get close, playing cards would be laid out to fill the gap between them.

"Cousin, do we really have to do it this way?"

Sing Sing put away his Pig Butchering Knife and drew a throwing knife from his waist.

The Gambit didn't respond; he ran his fingers across his waist, and six cards lit up with a purple light.

"Fine! If you don't care about family ties, don't blame me for using Wenxi's substandard products!"

The throwing knife aimed straight at the right hand holding the cards. The Gambit swung his long stick to meet it, the end of the stick striking the knife hilt and sending the throwing knife flying into the air.

The stun diaphragm inside the knife handle activated immediately, and flames and white smoke enveloped the top of the container. The Gambit raised his arm to clear the smoke in front of him, and when he lowered it again, Sing Sing was no longer in sight.

Someone patted my shoulder twice.

"Cousin, I'm here!"

The Gambit was startled and, mimicking Sing Sing's earlier backhand thrust, jabbed his long staff backward.

Sing Sing Chow chuckled, gripped the stick with one hand, and was about to speak when he felt a tingling sensation in his palm.

Looking down, he saw purple energy gathering along the staff towards his palm.

"Trying to cheat, huh?"

Sing Sing Chow kicked him in the back, using the momentum to jump to the side while releasing energy from the long stick, tearing off a whole sheet of metal from the top of the container.

The Gambit tumbled to the ground, and the two faced off again across the burning open space.