The Female Ninja in the Skintight Suit Did the Splits
"Gurgle gurgle..."
At the contact point, in the kitchen, the pot lid on the gas stove was being pushed around and bounced.
Sing Sing lifted the lid, revealing a pot of seafood soup noodles bubbling with white foam, and a few pieces of half-price fish cakes he'd snagged at the supermarket at 8:30 p. m. floating in it.
He slurped his words and pulled out the anti-eavesdropping encrypted band communication terminal that Wenxi had personally soldered during their earlier conversation with Old Goldhead.
The screen flickered with static twice, and Da Vinci's face was right in front of the camera.
The Mediterranean Sea was a chaotic mess, and the black-rimmed glasses on his nose reflected a purple light.
A faint, eerie "hehehe" laugh could be heard in the background, leading Old Zhou to suspect that the old man was up to some kind of shady technology in the basement of the mental hospital again.
"Ah Qi, Ah Qi, can you hear me?!"
On the other side of the screen, Da Vinci was so excited that he was gesturing wildly, and in his hand he was even holding a rusty wrench, rhythmically tapping it on his forehead.
"I ran all the sample data you sent back, even though I stayed up all night!"
"Let me tell you, this second-generation high-precision ear pick verification device I invented has a built-in computing array comparable to a supercomputer!"
Da Vinci brought his oil-stained face closer to the camera, and even a few stray nose hairs were clearly visible.
"Using this thing to analyze DNA is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. I even managed to figure out which vitamins this little girl was lacking due to recent internal heat!"
"Alright, alright, Wenxi, take a break. If you keep hitting him, your walnut-sized brain will be turned into tofu pudding."
He scooped up a piece of fish cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly.
"Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me the final result in the most direct, truthful, straightforward, and to-the-point way possible! Is that girl Kobayashi Amiko really the Old Goldhead left behind in Japan?"
"No!"
The old man roared with great force.
"Absolutely no match!"
Sing Sing flicked his wrist, and the noodles fell back into the pot, splashing a few drops of soup that scalded the back of his hand.
"What do you mean? Not their biological child?"
"Don't even mention biological relatives, even if you trace Old Goldhead's ancestry back eighteen generations, they're not even close relatives!"
Da Vinci grabbed a crumpled piece of paper and slapped it onto the camera lens.
"The X-Gene test was also negative! This girl has absolutely no Healing Factors in her body; even her antibodies against a common cold virus are weaker than normal!"
Sing Sing was stunned. "Wenxi, tell me honestly, is your ear pick accurate?"
This question directly ignited the old scientist's Achilles' heel.
"Ah Qi, you're insulting the professional spirit I've dedicated my life to! This is a sensor chip that I painstakingly handcrafted after dismantling the inner tank of that broken electric water heater in the mental hospital's cafeteria!"
Da Vinci got angry, pointed the wrench at the camera, and said, "If you question the equipment again, I'll send this thing to Japan! Let it do a head-opening inspection for you."
"Alright, alright, you can rest now."
After all that effort, Mitsuhashi and Ito risked their lives (being thrown over the shoulder in judo) to retrieve a bottle from a trash can, only to find nothing?
The most crucial target of the investigation was kicked back to the starting line.
It's like you save up money in the starting village to buy a full set of top-tier gear, only to find out you've logged into the wrong server!
After hanging up the phone, Sing Sing carried the pot into the living room.
A greasy pizza box lay on the coffee table.
Sing Sing plopped down and pulled a marker from under the coffee table, starting to draw a diagram on the pizza box lid.
Old Goldhead, the Council, Tennoji Hiroshi, Abraham Cornelius...
He circled each name in a box.
When he got to the important part, his pen ran out of ink, so he simply dipped his finger in the leftover ketchup next to him and drew a red cross next to "Kobayashi Amiko".
He added a question mark next to the red cross with ketchup: Was the Council using her as bait, or were they being led astray themselves?
He was now certain of one thing: the cruel live chimera experiment beneath the school was searching for the perfect fusion agent.
And the Healing Factor is the all-purpose glue they've been dreaming of.
Sending those scoundrels to organize the files is just for show.
Genuine items are never displayed openly.
Those Beasts in suits have long since mastered the art of putting on a show.
However, this "futile effort" was not entirely without effect.
The dean of students was so angry in his office that he smashed three cups. The old man was now desperately realizing that he couldn't find any reason in accordance with school rules to expel Hoshino Seiichi from school.
On what grounds?
Because those school bullies who usually tear down houses and fight in the men's restroom are actually more diligent than the donkeys in the production team under the command of "Hoshino Seiichi"!
That bastard Mitsuhashi even used different colored highlighters to label the school history books, making them look as neat as a prospective Party member!
This uncontrollable prestige is what truly makes schools uneasy.
The kind of situation where no evidence can be found is what gives undercover agents their biggest headache.
"Clang!"
Before Sing Sing could finish his instant noodle soup, a gust of cold wind rushed in.
A black figure gracefully leaped in; this should have been a perfect stealth entrance, comparable to a top Hollywood action blockbuster.
Unfortunately, the dark figure landed on Sing Sing's plastic slipper that he had taken off the ground.
With a sudden slip, he landed with a "rip" on the wooden floor, executing a solid split.
There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds.
Yukio painfully maintained the splits position, supporting her face with her hands on the ground, her hair sticking to the sides of her face.
"Hey, big assassin, haven't seen you for a few days, switched to gymnastics? That split is pretty smooth!"
Yukio gritted her teeth and pulled her leg back, rubbing her inner thigh as she stood up awkwardly, glaring at him hatefully.
The splits are pretty standard.
"You're going to climb through the window instead of using the front door? What, do you have a side job as a thief?" Sing Sing pushed the pot forward.
There are still two fish cakes in the pot, want some?
"I'm not in the mood for this kind of pointless joke!"
She limped over to Sing Sing and pulled a USB drive from the pocket of her close-fitting night clothes.
"I've uncovered a secret: that old devil Shingen Yashida has a clandestine security budget that even Mariko has no right to question."
Sing Sing raised an eyebrow, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor.
"I checked the accounts. The whereabouts of this money are unknown, but the amount is outrageously large—large enough to stage a small-scale armed coup in Africa."
Yukio said worriedly, "He bypassed the family directly and activated that thing..."
Which thing?
"Silver Samurai..."
Sing Sing Chow smacked his lips. "Silver Samurai? Judging from the name, he's the unlucky villain that people at comic conventions always ask for photos with. Why did that old man bring him out? To make a tokusatsu movie to save the world?"
"I'll kill you," Yukio coldly added.
Just as Sing Sing was about to press further about what exactly this Silver Samurai was, he was about to ask what kind of tin can it was.
The main entrance to the liaison point was pushed open, and Liu Jianyi strode in, exuding a chill.
This usually expressionless intelligence broker, who claimed to remain calm even in the face of Avalanche, was now filled with fanaticism and excitement.
He clutched a yellowed, tattered diary tightly in his hand and strode to the coffee table.
"I've found the clue to Itsu you requested!"