Thirty Is Just the Right Age to Go to School

"The Ministry of Public Security? They investigate major domestic cases. You're asking them to handle matters for the 749 Bureau across borders?"

"Besides..." Director Wang glanced at him.

"He, Wolverine, is paid by the 749 Bureau. His legacy issues are internal conflicts that the organization needs to resolve. If you don't take care of them, who will?"

"I protest!" Sing Sing shouted at the top of his lungs, "I don't have time! I still have a bunch of major national cases to solve!"

"A major case? Tell me about it."

"That son of a bitch, Tunsley Tate, still hasn't paid his debts!"

"How can I possibly attend to such trivial personal matters while the Silver Peak Consortium remains unresolved? This is a matter of attitude, a matter of principle!"

Logan chimed in, "Finding my daughter or son wouldn't be a big deal, would it? They might even be Mutants! Wouldn't that be contributing to the country?"

"Stop talking! You don't even know if your own child is a boy or a girl!"

Director Wang chuckled. "Silver Peak's overt influence has long since gone underground. You won't find a trace of them if you try to find them now."

"Furthermore, Ling Ling'er and Ling Lingwu have already taken over the North America intelligence network. One is a physical breakthrough, the other a cyber infiltration. You don't need to worry about it."

"Second brother?" Sing Sing scoffed.

"What else can that guy do besides wearing a tattered trench coat and trying to look cool all day? He single-handedly surrounded twenty clones? I don't believe it! He's exaggerating his achievements!"

"And what about that bald guy? What substantial clues can he possibly uncover by just sitting there typing away on a keyboard all day? I have to personally oversee this kind of big event!"

"Really? Should I call Anton over and have him check the nighttime enemy reconnaissance fee you submitted last time?"

Upon hearing this, Sing Sing became anxious and quickly walked to his desk, placing his hands on the surface.

"Sir, personal honor is a small matter; the organization's cause is of utmost importance! That Longneck- necked guy Professor X personally selected has a neck that can stretch 1.8 meters!"

"These strategic-level high-altitude operations talents are still wandering the streets of Los Angeles! What if they're late and get sliced up by Stryker? How will we meet our KPIs?"

"You seem quite concerned about KPIs."

Director Wang opened a drawer and pulled out a document. "Ling Lingjiu has already obtained her visa and will be flying directly to Los Angeles tomorrow to handle liaison with Longneck."

"So, do you have any other major cases to handle?"

"Hmm... a new employee! Yes, Geggebu's chicken farm hasn't been finalized yet, and Baobao's emotions are still very unstable!"

"Flower Bud is going to report to the Northwest in a few days. These kids have just escaped from that hellhole, Mind Stone are extremely fragile. Without me, their big brother, to guide them, they could easily go down the path of crime!"

Wolverine, who was sitting on the sofa, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"That's enough. Xiao Liu has already taken care of those brats perfectly well. What are you spouting nonsense for?"

"You traitor! Traitor!"

Sing Sing pointed at him, trembling with anger, "You traitor! Did you sell me out because he promised to give you a subsidy for finding your family?"

You old Old Jin!

Now that I'm living a blissful life, I'm starting to reminisce about the past, dreaming of the good old days with my wife and kids in a warm bed.

I've thought about it, but why am I being asked to go?

Old Zhou didn't like the people there; he'd just occasionally glance at related DVDs or materials with a critical eye late at night...

In the end, after struggling for more than an hour in the office, Old Zhou couldn't win against the powerful.

No matter what he proposed, it would be overturned by Wang Pangzi.

Lao Wang pulled out a piece of brown paper and threw it on the table. "Hey, it's not that I didn't warn you, Wolverine doesn't have a good reputation over there. Only you can handle this. Take a look at the information first."

With teary eyes, Sing Sing pulled out a stack of files with photos attached.

"Based on the scattered clues he provided, the intelligence department investigated several networks of relationships in the Kanto region of Japan at that time, and finally identified the general target."

"Toyo High School?" Sing Sing read out the name. "Isn't that just a high school?"

"Yes. The target might be in this school. We need you to go in, observe closely, confirm their identity, and then bring them back to the country."

"You're currently wanted in United States, which makes it difficult for you to move around. Moving to a new place might help you avoid the limelight."

Go to the school to find someone?

Hmm... this job doesn't sound too dangerous; it's just dealing with a bunch of kids.

With his talent for deceiving people, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him?

"Alright."

Sing Sing stood up and straightened his tie.

"I, Zhou, am quite capable of dealing with those brats. But you'd better approve my allowance for a suit and gold-rimmed glasses first. As a teacher, my attire can't be shabby; you'd better also provide me with a pure gold pointer."

"Who said you were going to be a teacher?"

"So, instead of being a teacher, I'll be a security guard? You can't expect me to be a cleaner, can you? Wouldn't it be too incongruous for someone like me to be carrying a broom?"

Director Wang shook his head.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm telling you, you're going to be a student!"

"A student? You want me to pretend to be a student?!"

Director Wang nodded. "That's right, a transfer student in the third year of Toyo High School."

"What a joke!" Sing Sing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Sir! Look at my face! Look at the stubble on my chin! And my eyes, filled with a sense of world-weariness and wisdom!"

"You want me to sit with a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids, listen to lectures, do math problems, and memorize vocabulary?"

"With some makeup and a shave, I can probably get away with it."

"This isn't about the beard at all!"

Sing Sing broke down, "I joined 749 Bureau back then because I didn't want to study! Sir!"

"By doing this, you've thrown me onto a volcano teeming with venomous snakes and ferocious beasts! Ignoring my cries! Ignoring my wails! You've mercilessly pushed me into the lava with your feet!"

How could you do this to yourself?!

Sing Sing clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly to Director Wang.

"Sir, please, spare me!"

"Give me any mission you can come up with. Defuse bombs in Afghanistan? Dig potatoes in Siberia? If all else fails, I'll be Wenxi's guinea pig! Or you might as well just shoot me!"

Director Wang remained unmoved.

His movements were composed and ruthless.

"Isn't that better? It lets you live a rich life and die a spectacular death."

"You don't need to say anything more, you can't escape reciting poetry."

Director Wang placed a file printed in Japanese in front of him. "Hey, from now on, your new name is Hoshino Seiichi."

"Oh, and say 'Good morning' to me in Japanese."

Sing Sing lowered his head, his voice stiff and trembling. "Sen sai... oh ha yo... gao zha yi ma su..."

"Hmm... very good. Pack your things. I've found you a Japanese teacher; classes start tomorrow."