Ling Ling Qi's Judgment!

Sing Sing threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

He waved to signal the 749 Bureau officers to put the two smoking pieces of charcoal into the car.

He wasn't lying; 749 Bureau is actually the National Security Bureau, so his credentials were genuine.

In China, a National Security Bureau ID is more valid than 749 Bureau ID.

Storm followed, and looking at Sing Sing Chow's expressionless face, she felt a chill run down her spine for no reason.

The man's menacing appearance made even this Omega-level Mutants somewhat wary.

Three black minivans drove out of the city overnight, winding their way through the streets to a secret base in the suburbs that even navigation apps couldn't find.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, Sing Sing finally led the two to a secret room.

Huang Gou and Du Ji were chained to two iron chairs.

"Splash!"

A basin of ice water mixed with salt was poured over their heads, and the two screamed in agony.

"Woke up."

Sing Sing sat on the table, staring intently at the two of them.

"Brother Huang... Brother Huang, save me!"

Du Ji was shivering from the cold and turned to howl at Huang Gou beside him.

Huang Gou, being a seasoned veteran, gritted his teeth and stubbornly held his head high, his words dripping with arrogance.

"Ling Ling Qi, are you crazy?! I'm the head of the Monitoring and Early Warning Division! If you dare to resort to vigilante justice, Director Wang won't let you off the hook!"

"You won't let me off the hook?"

The stern-faced Sing Sing pulled out Pig Butchering Knife and walked up to Huang Gou.

The knife tip sliced down Huang Gou's chin, and beads of blood seeped out.

"That Mayfly kid is only a teenager, and he even burned out his eyeballs. He was in so much pain every day for a while..."

"You'd betray your own people for money? You've been in this department for so long, have you lost your conscience?!"

As Sing Sing got angrier, he slapped Huang Gou across the mouth with the back of a knife, knocking out three teeth on the spot.

Huang Gou was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and he could only whimper and sob, unable to speak.

Sing Sing walked to the workbench, opened a drawer and rummaged through it, asking without turning his head:

"Du Ji, right? How much of a kickback did you get? Who made the connection? How was SBT09 smuggled in?"

"What... what 09? I don't know, Ling Ling Qi, I'm just a handyman..."

"Have no idea?"

Sing Sing picked up a pair of pliers and walked up to Huang Gou, glancing sideways at Du Ji.

Then, the pliers gripped the nail of Huang Gou's left thumb and lifted it upwards.

"Ah!!"

The screams made Storm tremble. She Brotherhood the death all those years ago, but she had never seen such a simple and brutal interrogation scene.

Huang Gou slumped in the iron chair, convulsing violently. The excruciating pain in his fingers made him roll his eyes back on the spot.

Blood dripped down his fingertip, and Sing Sing casually tossed the bloody fingernail onto the ground.

Beside him, Du Ji's face turned pale, and he loudly begged for mercy:

"Huang Gou forced me to do this! He threatened to kill me if I didn't give him the intelligence! It was all Huang Gou's doing!"

"Don't rush, the night is still long, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."

Sing Sing grabbed a pair of pliers, grabbed Du Ji's hair, and yanked it back violently.

Du Ji was forced to tilt his head back, his mouth wide open.

Sing Sing used his other hand to shove the pliers into his mouth, clamping down on half of his tongue.

"Ugh... Ugh!"

Du Ji's eyes bulged out, and he struggled desperately with both hands, the iron chains cutting his wrists until they bled profusely.

"I ask, you answer; if you dare utter even half a lie, I'll rip your tongue out and feed it to the dogs."

Sing Sing let go of her hand.

Du Ji was panting heavily, nodding repeatedly, as if afraid that if he hesitated even a fraction of a second, he would become mute.

"How did that arsonist get in?"

"It's... it's a guy named Tunsley Tate!"

Du Ji yelled at the top of his lungs, "His nickname is 'The Vanisher'! He and his men teleported in! They didn't even go through security!"

Sing Sing squinted his eyes, "Tunsley Tate!"

That Mutants with the ability to teleport!

No wonder Silver Peak was able to quietly smuggle a single-use experimental subject into the Tarim Basin.

With this kind of Spatial Teleportation ability as cover, what border defense line could stop him?

Okay, okay...

That bastard Tunsley assassinated the Slug and ran away; it turns out the Mayfly's injury was also his doing!

Perfect!

Let's settle both old and new scores!

An unnamed rage surged to his head, and Sing Sing raised his hand and slapped Du Ji across the face.

"How did that bastard Tunsley get in touch with you? How dare he swagger into China?"

Du Ji was so frightened that he leaned back repeatedly, his voice trembling.

"It was Brother Huang... no! Huang Gou who contacted them! I didn't know!"

He turned to look at Huang Gou, the old man who was glaring maliciously at Du Ji with his head drooping. "You spineless coward who betrays his own people..."

"Still have the energy to curse?"

With a swift motion, Sing Sing brought down the Pig Butchering Knife, and with a "swoosh," it pierced Huang Gou's thigh.

"Ah!!"

"Besides this time, what other despicable things have you done? Spit it all out to me!"

Sing Sing gripped the knife handle and continued to increase the pressure.

"That's all... really, that's all..."

"Still not behaving yourself?"

Sing Sing sneered, and with a forceful twist, the Blade severed the muscle fibers, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

I'll talk! I'll talk!

Huang Gou completely broke down, "Last year, when the logistics department purchased nanomaterials, I took a three million yuan kickback..."

"And... and the drugs that the Third Squadron seized, I secretly sold them on the black market and bought a villa in Tomson Riviera..."

"I also... I also kept eight female college students as mistresses and embezzled the bureau's compensation funds..."

Huang Gou spilled everything out like beans, and now he even wanted to confess clearly the things he did when he was a child, like peeping at the widows bathing at the village entrance.

Du Ji, who was listening nearby, was trembling with fear and, in an effort to get leniency, he also started blurting out all sorts of information.

"And... and the special funds for purchasing equipment in the bureau were also embezzled by Huang Gou, who gambled away five million in Macau, and then covered it up by falsifying the accounts..."

"He even sold our bureau's female agent's medical examination report to a wealthy businessman! He also stole pork from the cafeteria to make dumplings at home!"

As the two confessed to their various crimes, Sing Sing's forehead veins bulged.

He risked his life to rescue Mutants outside, bringing back to China cooperation and mutual benefit, working together to create a better future.

These parasites are frantically sucking blood in the house!

"You even steal pork from the cafeteria?" Sing Sing laughed angrily.

Aunt Zhang gets up at five o'clock every morning to chop minced meat, and this grandson actually steals even that!

"Smack!"

It's another solid, big hole.

Huang Gou was beaten until he was dizzy and spit out two more teeth, along with blood.

"Ling Ling Qi... I was wrong... I was really wrong. I'll return all the money, and the villa will be confiscated..."

Sing Sing was so angry that he laughed, then kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

Sing Sing walked over, stepped on his finger, and crushed it hard.

He then turned around and pushed a high-voltage stun gun over from the corner, attaching two clips directly to Huang Gou and Du Ji.

"This thing is usually used for pacing the hearts of large creatures. You're in luck today. Let's start with the lowest setting."

Sing Sing immediately switched off the power, and the electric current instantly flowed through both of their bodies.

The two of them were like electrocuted toads, bouncing wildly on the iron chairs, foaming at the mouth.

Sing Sing only turned off the power after the electricity had been applied for a full half minute.

With his afro, Du Ji pleaded desperately, "Director Zhou, I confessed voluntarily! I'm a witness for the prosecution! I'm willing to atone for my crimes through meritorious service!"

"To atone for one's crimes through meritorious service?"

Sing Sing looked at him like he was an idiot. "Who do you think you are?"

He bent down, grabbed Huang Gou by the collar, and lifted the mangled flesh back onto the chair.

Sing Sing pulled out his Dimension Box, rummaged through it, and found a Type 95 rifle, skillfully cocking it.

Huang Gou and Du Ji were completely panicked when they saw the dark muzzle of the gun.

"You can't kill me! I want a lawyer! I want to pursue legal action!"

Huang Gou roared hoarsely.

"Yes, yes, yes... we are guilty, but not guilty enough to die, please!"

Du Ji cried so hard that he was covered in tears and his face was unrecognizable.

Sing Sing raised the gun with one hand, aiming it at Huang Gou's forehead, his face expressionless.

"Now I, Sing Sing, Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office 749 Bureau, will deliver the final verdict."

"Huang Gou, Du Ji, you two bastards have abused your positions to sell top-secret state information, committing treason."

"Colluding with illegal foreign armed groups to infiltrate our country constitutes espionage."

"Embezzlement, accepting bribes, misappropriation of public funds, committing the crime of embezzlement."

"Betraying the whereabouts of our top talents, resulting in serious injury and disability to our personnel, constitutes the crimes of intentional injury and endangering national security."

"Not only that!"

"You are also suspected of crimes including damaging the public environment, spitting in public, peeping at women bathing, and dining and dashing!"

"Being too ugly is a crime! Stepping forward with your left foot first is a crime! Wasting air by breathing is a crime! Wasting the nation's food by living is a crime!"

"They even embezzle and misappropriate food supplies from the canteen, stealing from collective resources. They have no bottom line; it's utterly outrageous!"

"Having committed multiple crimes, I, Sing Sing, now represent the Party! The people! The nation! I hereby deprive you of your political rights for life and execute you on the spot, immediately!"

Huang Gou stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

What kind of ridiculous charges are these? Spitting on the ground can get you sentenced to death!

"You... you're treating human life like dirt! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Go to hell and tell those brothers you killed!"

"No... no! Help! Help..."

Sing Sing pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da da!"

After firing a whole magazine, Huang Gou was dead beyond any doubt.

Beside him, Du Ji was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

After changing the magazine, Sing Sing turned the gun on Du Ji and fired a burst.

Looking at the two corpses, Sing Sing felt no emotion.

I went to the table and put away the recording equipment; I needed to take it back.

Director Wang actually did a good job this time, finding two scoundrels and handing them over to him for execution.

He stuffed the recording equipment into the Dimension Box, Sing Sing casually disassembled the gun, ejected the magazine, and counted the bullets one by one as he put them into his pocket.

This batch of ammunition is rationed; firing even one round requires a signature and fingerprint. Lao Zhou counted the rounds while feeling the pinch, and then he had to write another ammunition consumption report.

The people guarding the entrance peeked in cautiously, but no one dared to come in.

Storm stood by the door, hesitant to speak.

Sing Sing walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder.

"I know your X-Men rules, Slug, remember? You died right in front of us."

Storm remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I understand."

Sing Sing nodded and shouted outside, "Someone come here, collect the body, and remember to write suicide on the autopsy report!"