Yan Shuangying Teases Little Deadpool Again
"Are you a ghost?! You walk without making a sound!"
Sing Sing patted his chest. It would be a huge loss for the League of Assassins if this guy didn't become an assassin.
The second brother is always elusive, appearing and disappearing even in the most secluded environments.
All the surveillance footage shows is a blurry mess.
Taking the tea poured by Director Zhou, Yan Shuangying picked up the cup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Director Wang called me back."
Sing Sing pursed his lips, a gossipy glint in his eyes. "How's the investigation going? That bastard said you smashed his nose with the butt of his gun at the New Mexico warehouse?"
"He brought it on himself."
Yan Shuangying placed the teacup on the table and took out a silver dollar to play with.
"I investigated one of Silver Peak's secret bases in Colorado. The nutrient tanks there were full of Wolverine clones, and all the core research data had been transferred in advance."
"Just as we were about to make our move, that idiot smashed through the ventilation duct and landed on the control panel."
"As soon as he got up, he tried to get close to me, insisting that he was a full-time employee of the 749 Bureau, and shamelessly claiming to be Stephen Chow's most loyal and number one henchman."
Yan Shuangying reached into his pocket, pulled out a voice recorder, and placed it on the table.
Sing Sing curiously pressed the play button, and Deadpool's raspy, hoarse voice immediately came through.
"Hey buddy! It's one of us, one of us! I'm Stephen Chow's top mediator!"
"How about we add each other on WeChat? Should I scan mine or yours? I'll treat you to a Mexico for lunch, the kind with double cheese!"
Deadpool's voice in the recording is so obnoxious, it makes you want to slap him across the face.
"Actually, I've already seen this kid's file. He's all talk and no action, not a single word of the truth comes out," Yan Shuangying said, leaning back in his chair with a cold expression.
Sing Sing laughed heartily.
"And then what? With your temper, didn't you two start fighting on the spot? Didn't you show him what it means to 'show him your own brains'?"
"I'm too lazy to hit him." Yan Shuangying raised his eyes.
"Silver Peak's armed response force surrounded the area; six heavy machine guns plus more than twenty mercenaries blew up the wall."
Upon hearing this commotion, Sing Sing was about to ask how they escaped when he heard an outrageous remark from the other side.
I grabbed that idiot by the back of the collar and lifted him up to shield him.
You're using him as a human shield!?
"So what? He said himself that his self-healing ability is unparalleled, so why not use it?"
"That kid's physical condition was too poor. In the end, all that was left was his head and half a shoulder. Flesh and pieces of flesh were splattered everywhere, and he even got my shoes dirty."
Sing Sing clicked his Delia in disgust. How utterly despicable could someone be to do something like that?
Deadpool was incredibly unlucky to run into Yan Shuangying!
"After the firepower stopped, all the lights went out, and a woman emerged from the darkness."
Sing Sing frowned. "Is it that Lady behind it all?"
"I couldn't see her face clearly. She was hiding in the shadows behind the bulletproof glass. She had only uttered half a sentence when I shattered the bulletproof glass. Unfortunately, the woman vanished into thin air; it was some kind of spatial teleportation."
"What about the idiot?"
"I put him all in a plastic bag, and he kept muttering on the way home, saying he'd heard that woman's voice before."
Sing Sing Chow perked up, "Deadpool used to be a mercenary, he might actually have had dealings with that woman!"
"Yes, so I let this kid investigate that woman's background himself."
Sing Sing silently gave a thumbs up. "So you just came back like that?"
"I was originally planning to go to Washington, blow up all the remaining Silver Peak labs, and while I was at it, completely sever their underground funding chain."
"I had just gotten into the car when I received a call from Lao Wu, saying that Director Wang wanted me to return to China to carry out another mission."
At this point, Yan Shuangying stared at him and asked, "So, what are we having for dinner tonight? I came back on an empty stomach."
Sing Sing exclaimed with boundless pride, "Let's go! Today, Director Zhou promoted, so I'll treat you to hot pot!"
The century-old copper hot pot restaurant near Beixinqiao was bustling with activity.
Sing Sing ripped off his tie and stuffed it into his pocket, then sat down against the wall.
"Order whatever you want today, eat as much as you want! Everything's on me, the department head. Anyone who doesn't get enough to eat is slapping my face, Sing Sing!"
Cao Dahua rubbed his chubby hands together and leaned closer:
"Wow! Director Zhou is so talented for his age! This salary is the best in our bureau. Working for you, we'll never go hungry!"
A Le snatched the menu without hesitation, grabbed a pen and scribbled checkmarks on it while muttering to himself.
"Cao Dahua, stop trying to sweet-talk me! Zhou is so stingy, getting a single hair out of him is harder than climbing to heaven. If I don't eat him out of house and home today, I'll change my name!"
Sing Sing slapped A Le on the back of the head and casually pulled out two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with the labels worn off.
"Hey, don't say I didn't take care of you. This is a tonic wine that Wenxi has been brewing with wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain for eight years. It's a treasure that you can't buy anywhere else!"
A Le covered his head, grabbed the bottle, smelled it, pinched his nose in disgust, and grimaced.
"Give me a break! This industrial alcohol diluted with water almost killed me. You can keep this fake liquor for washing your feet!"
The dishes were served quickly, and the group ate with great enthusiasm.
Taking advantage of the moment, A Le raised the bottle of Beibingyang soda in his hand and used a bottle opener to crack the cap open with a loud bang.
"Come on, let's toast to Director Zhou! Cheers! May your career flourish!"
Lao Zhou has finally been promoted!
Several glasses clinked together, spilling wine and soda onto the table, pushing the atmosphere at the table to its absolute peak.
Cao Dahua took a sip of ice-cold beer, smacked his lips, and his old face turned bright red. He then began to boast about his glorious past.
"Back in my day in the Major Crimes Unit, I was a legendary figure. What kind of ruthless criminals haven't I seen? They all ended up being completely subdued by me!"
Cao Dahua patted his beer belly and spoke boastfully.
A Le picked up a peanut, popped it into his mouth, and crushed it with a crunch, mercilessly undermining him in public.
"Come on, Uncle Da! Last time you encountered a petty thief stealing batteries, you were so scared you hid behind that old lady and almost tore her belt off!"
Shi Xiaoyan couldn't help herself and picked up her teacup to cover half her face to hide her smile.
Yan Shuangying ignored the noise of the group and tapped the edge of the table to call out to the plump proprietress who was passing by.
"Five more plates of mutton, two plates of tripe, and two servings of handmade shrimp paste, please."
Sing Sing felt his heart bleed as he listened, and just as he was about to reach out to stop them, Cao Dahua joined in the commotion.
"Yes, yes, two more bottles of Feitian Moutai, please! Director Zhou us today, we have to drink something good to match his status!"
Sing Sing was so angry that he crushed the soda can in his hand and pointed at Cao Dahua's nose while cursing loudly.
"Drinking Moutai?! You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You might as well just mix Erguotou with water and make do!"
"Isn't this just to show off your Division-Level travel benefits as a division chief? You're incredibly stingy!"
A Le, always eager for chaos, beckoned a waiter over and had two boxes of Da Wusu smashed on the ground.
"If you're not drinking Moutai, drink this! Whoever crawls under the table first today pays the bill!"
The group of people were making a ruckus, filling the steaming hot pot restaurant with their shouts and drinking games.
Shi Xiaoyan picked up a cabbage leaf, blew on it to cool it down, and slowly put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly and deliberately, completely ignoring the men's madness.
We drank until about 10:30 p. m., and empty wine bottles were scattered all over the table.
Sing Sing, hiccuping from alcohol, boasted about his glorious exploits in Japan, while his phone in his pocket began vibrating incessantly.
"Stephen, listen to me, there's news about the Devil Dinosaur. You need to act quickly."
"It was injured; if it had been half a day later, Stryker would have put it in a cage."