My Mission's Complete. Where's My Bonus?

The bluish-purple light beam contracted rapidly.

Sing Sing Chow led the way out of the teleportation tunnel, with yellow guide lines under his feet and an electronic screen on the wall displaying a line of text:

Ground Reception Area for Personnel from Special Sources

The Wandering Girl yawned, took the milk tea handed to her by the staff member next to her, and drank half a cup in one go before she felt better.

"Hey, when are you going to United States?"

Sing Sing was shocked and took two steps back to look his blue-faced colleague up and down.

"Are you running a fever? Director Wang hasn't even given me a nipple in the bud to send me on this business trip, and you're the one starting this up?"

"Auv, look at what you're saying! Even if Director Wang didn't urge you, you should still be proactive!"

The Wandering Girl took another drag. "Why don't you go through the trouble of making a trip and bring back a few more compatriots who can teleport? Even the donkeys in the production team can't keep up with this free public transport every day!"

She pinched her flat stomach, her face full of resentment. "I originally planned to fatten myself up in China, but you've been dragging me around every day, and all the calories have been burned on the road. It's so hard to gain any weight for winter!"

Sing Sing took three steps back. "Seriously? Everyone else wants to lose weight, but you want to gain weight?"

"And I've already looked! That Azazel is so stubborn, he's always following Magneto around like a shadow, Blinking and appearing and disappearing like a ghost. I'd like to recruit a few more space-manipulation users to make a mahjong table, but alas, I'm just too weak to do it!"

"Snort!"

The Wandering Girl snorted and rolled her eyes. "Are you doing this on purpose? Bye~"

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

As the two were talking, a medical transport vehicle drove up.

Four medical staff in white protective suits pushed a stretcher closer, with the attending physician in the lead holding a tablet terminal.

"Director Zhou, how many teams are in this round?"

"Seven people." Sing Sing handed over the handover form. "Ueda Kenji, Daken, Old Jin, Ichirai Hisako, Deadpool, and me and Yanzi."

Sing Sing pointed to the guy lying on the ground.

"This man is Ueda Kenji. He has severe chimerism, with uncontrolled tissue proliferation. Currently, he can only be kept in a coma. The detailed records are here."

The doctor flipped through a few pages of handover documents and waved to the nurse behind him to push the cart forward.

"Transfer to intensive care unit C, prepare bio-enzyme degradation agent and gene stabilizing solution. First, conduct vital sign checks, acute trauma screening, pathogen detection, radiation testing, parasite testing, energy residue testing, psychological contamination screening, tracking of any trailing individuals, and screening for hazardous materials."

Wait! There's also this!

Sing Sing called to the nurse and handed Deadpool, who was fast asleep like a baby, over.

That's right, because he kept babbling on and on, Shi Xiaoyan, unable to bear it any longer, knocked him unconscious.

The two nurses looked at each other, their faces showing reluctance.

What is this thing...?

It has the head of an adult and the limbs of an infant.

That little bun looks tiny...

Ultimately, with no other choice, the two nurses swiftly moved Ueda Kenji and Deadpool onto the transport vehicle and pushed them directly into the medical corridor.

Logan forward, blocking Daken's path, trying to explain, "This... he's my son, he has a bad temper, if he hurts someone..."

The doctor smiled. "Don't worry, Old Jin, our admission process here has been upgraded; there's no danger."

He turned around and took three transparent file folders from the cart behind him, handing them to Logan, Daken, and Ichirai Hisako respectively.

"The first phase of reception will only involve basic pathogen screening, radiation detection, and hazardous materials checks. Your temporary access card, canteen subsidy card, and resettlement manual will be in your file."

The doctor pointed to the yellow guide line above their heads. "Follow the yellow line until you reach the accommodation. You have a 72-hour rest and adjustment period. You can eat three meals a day at the cafeteria by swiping your card; choose what you want to eat."

Ichirai Hisako took the file folder, touched the hard access card inside, and looked bewildered.

Before coming here, she had imagined the worst-case scenario of being locked in an iron cage, and the best-case scenario of being put on a new collar.

"We... don't have to be locked up?" she asked in broken Chinese.

"Why lock him up? It's a waste of the country's food resources!"

Sing Sing was adjusting his suit jacket beside him.

"We promised to provide meals and accommodation; our company has always been honest and trustworthy."

Shi Xiaoyan rubbed her eyes. "My bones are about to fall apart from this trip. I'm going back to get some sleep. Don't bother me."

"Take care, Swallow! I'll treat you to braised pork trotters with rice another day!" Sing Sing Chow waved goodbye.

The resettlement process is proceeding in an orderly manner.

After watching the group leave, Lao Zhou called Anton over to take the boxes away.

It contains original documents and ashes, which need to be sorted out by a meticulous guy like Anton.

After arranging all the necessary tasks, Sing Sing headed towards the administrative office area of the new base and arrived at the director's office.

Director Wang held his ever-present thermos cup in his hands.

On the guest sofa to the side, Uncle Biao, wearing reading glasses, was sketching in the ledger with a pencil in his hand.

"Oh my, both leaders are here?"

A cheerful Sing Sing sat down at the table. "I've successfully completed my mission! How much bonus are you planning to give me this year? Also, shouldn't my Chief Section Level salary be raised? Being a division-level cadre sounds so prestigious..."

"Smack!"

Director Wang slammed his hand on the table, startling Lao Zhou so much that he immediately shut up and stood at attention.

"You dare to level up against me?"

Sing Sing felt wronged. "Boss, what you're saying is unreasonable. Before we left, you were the one who asked me if I wanted a promotion. Now that I'm asking for a promotion, why are you turning your back on me?"

"Look at what you've done!"

Director Wang was so angry that his face turned red. He grabbed a thick stack of documents from the table and slammed them down in front of Sing Sing.

"They incited underage students to riot! They demolished someone's school building! They killed the school principal! They even hired people to blow up someone's toilet! And then they got into a brawl with the Yashida Family, the local tyrants in Japan!"

"Bōsōzoku (motorcycle gangs), gangsters, Busujima Families... Look at this! These are all protests from Japan; the printer is practically belching black smoke because of you!"

Sing Sing Chow shrank back and glanced down at the top-of-the-line official document.

The Japan government has lodged a strong protest with China regarding the series of violent incidents that have recently occurred on its territory.

The individuals involved are suspected of inciting student riots, colluding with biker gangs and other criminal groups, attacking educational institutions, damaging public facilities, and causing the deaths of multiple people, including the principal.

Such actions seriously infringe upon Japan's sovereignty!

Disrupting social order!

Trampling on humanitarian principles!

The Japan government strongly condemns this!

Japan demands that the China government immediately launch an investigation, publicly disclose the identities of those involved, their motives, and their relationships with relevant forces, hold the masterminds accountable according to law, and issue a formal apology and compensation for casualties and property losses!

If China fails to provide a satisfactory response within the specified timeframe, Japan reserves the right to take further diplomatic and legal measures.

Uncle Biao next to him looked up from the ledger, took off his reading glasses, and breathed on them.

"They also said that we sent people to Japan to carry out a color revolution, and demanded compensation for emotional distress, site renovation costs, and medical expenses, totaling 8.3 billion yen."

Upon hearing that he would have to pay compensation, Sing Sing's eyes lit up, and he puffed out his chest with a smug look on his face.

"Wow! Eighty-three billion! Does that mean I've made a great international contribution to upholding our national prestige? Shouldn't our bureau have an entire wall covered with banners of praise?"

Director Wang was trembling with anger, pointing his finger at Sing Sing and roaring.

"You haven't accomplished anything! You've caused a diplomatic disaster!"

Sad Lao Zhou