You Think You Can Come Back Once You've Gone?

"I'm not going in."

At the entrance of the X Academy, Yan Shuangying and Sing Sing stood together smoking.

As he spoke, Yan Shuangying flicked his cigarette ash, took out a recorder from the inside of his belt, connected it to his phone, and sent the file to Sing Sing.

"I have a secret mission. Give the recording to Lao Wu and have him investigate something else."

Sing Sing nodded and did not try to stop him.

If this person were willing to listen to advice, he wouldn't be standing here pretending to be a lone hero.

After watching the second brother leave, Sing Sing dialed the bald man's number. "I'm busy right now, spit it out."

"The second brother has emerged from underground at Silver Peak."

"They came out alive?"

"What kind of talk is that? Your question carries at least a hint of personal expectation."

"Let me confirm, his way of showing off is a sure way to get shot."

Sing Sing briefly recounted the process of the operation, and then began transmitting relevant information.

The bald man listened intently. "The person I found never attends board meetings; she only communicates through agents. There's no signature on any of Silver Peak's top-secret documents from previous years."

"Okay, check what internal documents from the 749 Bureau have been leaked. The second-in-command's codename isn't in the public files."

"Clear."

Before hanging up the phone, Ling Lingwu took a bite of something, and the crisp sound was somewhat familiar to Sing Sing.

What do you want to eat?

"The sugar cubes from the coffee shop."

"You've already investigated a multinational conglomerate, and you still try to take advantage of their sugar cubes?"

The call was disconnected, and Sing Sing stared at his phone for two seconds.

The 749 Bureau has managed to survive until today without going bankrupt shows that Wang Pangzi is truly capable.

After putting away his phone, Sing Sing took a side path and went around to the back of the mountain.

There was a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of the tombstone; no one knows who put it there.

Sing Sing squatted down in front of the monument, stuck a cigarette into the ground, and lit one for himself.

"You bastard, you stole funds while you were alive, and now you're dead and still occupy a piece of permanent land belonging to the academy. You're quite the shrewd businessman."

Cigarette ash fell onto the toes of his shoes.

"Wang Pangzi approved the compensation, at the highest level for those who died in the line of duty. Since you have no immediate family members, the money will be temporarily deposited into a special account."

"I've checked. You still owe three months' rent in New York, and you have a $1,300 bill from the bar. The strip club bill doesn't count. Your company doesn't cover your personal indecent spending."

"I'll settle the score with the Vanisher Tunsley. It's my problem that Mueller was rescued by him, and it's my problem that you're lying here."

The cigarette butt burned down to the filter, the heat touching his fingertip, before Sing Sing pressed it into the damp soil.

About ten minutes later, Professor X's study door was pushed open.

Sing Sing peeked inside first, then asked, "Where are they?"

"In the base below."

"That's perfect, let's whisper something we can't let her hear."

Professor X closed the file. "Stephen, every time you make that face, I miss my Mind Stone abilities."

Don't talk nonsense, my face is etched with honesty and integrity.

Sing Sing dragged a chair over and moved it to Professor X's side. "Old Charles, how's the persuasion I asked you to do going?"

Which one?

"That incident where Storm went to China for an inspection tour! How could you forget something so important?"

"Ororo agreed, but only to go and take a look."

"This sounds good! Tourism, sightseeing, exchange programs... and onboarding all at the same time."

"Stephen."

"Fine! Just take a look. No contract, no fingerprints, okay?"

Professor X was extremely suspicious of his character, scrutinized him for a moment. "If she can't adapt to life in China, you must send her back."

"Of course, talent mobility requires a two-way selection process. We are a legitimate organization, not an illegal brick kiln."

Sing Sing answered readily, but in his heart...

Going there and wanting to come back?

When the Storm appeared before them, meteorological experts hugged her and called her "Chief Engineer," while the simple and lovely villagers cried and offered incense to her.

We'll also arrange a permanent position for her, a dormitory, seven types of insurance and three types of funds, and paid annual leave.

With these few leaky walls, how can Brother Cha compete?

"There's one more thing," Professor X pointed at him, "Don't try to lure her with benefits."

"Your statement represents a serious misunderstanding of the labor and social security system! How can paying social security contributions normally be considered inducement? It's called respecting professional talent!"

"We absolutely cannot let her sign a 20-year service agreement the moment she arrives in the country."

Don't worry! We only sign contracts for a maximum of five years; twenty years would violate the Labor Contract Law.

Professor X closed his eyes; he could now understand why the Beast always prepared two painkillers beforehand whenever he spoke with this man.

"Stephen, I believe you this once."

"Don't worry, Old Charles," Sing Sing patted his chest, "If she doesn't want to, I won't force her... Or... why don't you come with us?"

How about the position of Special Consultant to the China Disabled Persons Federation? It includes retaining the title of Dean of the X Academy, flexible working hours, and full reimbursement for rehabilitation treatments.

"Want to see Magneto? I'll give you two family leave days a year, along with an electric wheelchair with a heated seat. It's something new Wenxi's researched; apparently, it can reach speeds of up to 80 kilometers per hour."

"Stephen, I've told you many times, I can't leave the academy right now."

Sing Sing's eyes lit up when he heard this.

At present?

That means there's still a chance!

Once a large number of Mutants are living happily in China, I don't Old Charles you, as the leader of the Mutants- friendly camp, won't be tempted!

"Alright then, I'll go get some people now and head back as soon as possible."

"So urgent?"

At this point, Sing Sing's expression turned serious. "Professor, I suspect that the Silver Peak Consortium and Stryker have a deep collaboration; they've already developed a cloning production line!"

"Did you know that there are dozens of Clone Agent Zero and Wolverine in Silver Peak's base this time?"

Professor X turned his head away and looked elsewhere, offering no reply.

Seeing this, Sing Sing didn't say anything, but took out his phone and dialed the number of the Wandering Girl.

The first thing I heard when the call connected was the gurgling sound of a straw hitting the bottom of a glass. "You'd better give me a plausible excuse!"

"Of course, I plan to come back this time too."

How many people?

"Including me, six."

The sound of turning pages came from the other end of the phone; the Blue Elf was clearly checking a list of debts that had been outstanding for a long time.

"You still owe me three double-serving, full-sweet bubble teas, my night shift nutritious meals, and Michelin dessert. Plus, you need to give me extra money for my allowance!"

"Return and receive all payments."

"Swear an oath."

"I swear on Anton's year-end bonus."

"That wasn't your money!"

"That's why it's highly credible."

A dozen seconds later, the Wandering Girl landed on the carpet. "Where is everyone?"

"Assemble immediately."

The Wandering Girl said "Oh," and then continued, "Let's get this straight: if anyone lets go halfway through the teleportation and ends up in the Pacific Ocean, I'm not responsible."

Half an hour later, in the college lobby.

Storm carried an old travel bag, and Geggebu wore Cloak Beast had altered for him.

Bailey stood between Yinsen and Olivia, and the three of them were a little nervous.

Professor X stood on the stairs, his cane braced against the step, his gaze lingering on the faces of the young people for a long time, his eyes gentle. "Stephen, take good care of them."

Leave it to me.

After finishing her milk tea, the Wandering Girl shoved the empty cup into Old Zhou's arms and burped.

"Hold on tight! We're leaving in three seconds!"