Fake Protectors, Real Poachers: Sing Sing Flipped the Table on the Spot

Sing Sing Chow kicked the signal generator out of the mud and hit it a home run.

My nostrils twitched slightly; the smell of decaying leaves mixed with gun oil filled the rainforest.

The signal had barely sounded when the person was already right under their noses?

These people should have already spread out a search party in the surrounding mountains. Bringing a teenager here and having him stand there like a sitting duck is not a good idea.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"

He grabbed the Moon-Boy's arm and slipped behind a baobab tree.

My ears twitched slightly; the footsteps deep in the rainforest were chaotic.

Moon-Boy's hair stood on end. "Stephen! A lot of people are here, and they smell of guns, and... blood!"

"Of course, if these bastards had come empty-handed, I, Director Zhou, would have really looked down on them!"

Sing Sing took out Pig Butchering Knife and twirled it beautifully in his palm.

The Little Monkey is quite cute.

The bushes were roughly trampled flat by military boots, and twelve burly men wearing green vests with the words "International Wildlife Protection Organization" surrounded them with assault rifles.

These men were well-trained, maintaining a standard distance from each other, and their guns were always aimed at places around the tree trunks where people could hide.

The leader, a blond man with a buzz cut and a thick beard, had eyes that scanned the surroundings like a wolf.

He gestured to the side, and a tall, thin man next to him took out a tactical tablet, glanced at it, and pointed in the direction of the baobab trees.

Having confirmed the location, the blond man with the buzz cut cleared his throat and shouted:

"Listen up, you two poachers hiding behind the tree! Hands up, come out!"

"You have illegally trespassed into a protected area in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, attempting to steal rare animal cubs! You have thirty seconds to surrender!"

Just because you're wearing a green vest doesn't mean you can pretend to be an environmentalist!

Not even displaying an ID?

This bluffing tactic clearly indicates their intention to capture him alive.

Sing Sing peeked out from behind the tree and retorted in perfect street slang:

"Fuck you! I'm telling you guys, didn't you bring a translator with you? I can't understand your broken English! Your pronunciation sounds like you're constipated. Is your foreign language teacher a part-time PE teacher?"

The blond man with the buzz cut was clearly stunned for a moment, probably because he had never seen anyone so arrogant when twelve automatic rifles were pointed at him.

"And another thing, isn't your protection organization incredibly unprofessional?"

Sing Sing continued, shouting:

"When enforcing the law, they don't show their identification or report their unit, and they just point a gun at people. What country's wildlife protection law is this? Didn't your leaders teach you about diplomatic etiquette?"

The Moon-Boy crouched behind Sing Sing Chow and whispered, "Stephen, are they bad guys?"

"Of course! Real protection organizations don't have such a strong killing intent."

Sing Sing lowered his voice:

"Look at their gun-holding gestures, their index fingers are constantly on the trigger, they're ready to fire! Proper law enforcement officers wouldn't do that!"

These guys are clearly after the Devil Dinosaur.

Maybe that Lao Wang Stryker has already captured the dinosaur. Right now, we need to stabilize the situation and extract information from him.

The blond man with the buzz cut impatiently pulled back the bolt, and with a click, a bullet was chambered.

"I'll say it again, hands up and step forward! Otherwise, we have the right to shoot you on the spot!"

"Kill? You try!"

Sing Sing emerged from behind a tree with his hands raised above his head, a smug smile on his face.

"Let me tell you, I'm a distinguished guest of the Silver Peak Consortium! Have you heard of the Chief Strategy Officer of the North America Division?"

"If you lay a finger on me, your backers will all be in trouble! Forget about getting paid, they'll even deduct all the money they could use to buy a coffin!"

Upon hearing the words "Silver Peak Consortium," the blond man with a buzz cut frowned.

The two mercenaries exchanged a glance, then quickly stepped forward, guns at the ready.

One of them reached out and grabbed Sing Sing's shoulder, taunting, "Silver Peak? Who do you think you are? The United Nations Secretary-General? You brain-dead idiot, behave yourself!"

Hey, you guys started it!

A cold glint flashed, and the weapons in the hands of the two mercenaries fell to the ground.

The remaining ten men quickly pulled the trigger.

"Da da!"

A hail of bullets struck Sing Sing's suit, and deformed Negasonic Teenage Warhead clattered and fell to the ground.

That's it?

Sing Sing snorted fearlessly and charged into the midst of the mercenaries.

The Pig Butchering Knife Technique is all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The blades whirled through the air as Sing Sing flicked his wrist, sending the hilts striking the crowd's chins and armpits in quick succession, specifically targeting vulnerable points with densely packed joints and nerves.

In less than ten seconds, all ten mercenaries collapsed to the ground, their cries of agony echoing throughout the room.

Seeing that things were not going well, the blond man with the buzz cut reached for the high-explosive grenade at his waist.

"Still want to set off fireworks?"

A black leather shoe loomed infinitely large in the crew cut's eyes.

With a thud, the crew-cut man fell backward, his nose bridge caved in.

Sing Sing stepped on his chest and used the tip of his knife to pry open his green vest.

Beneath the vest, a black combat suit bearing a Crossbones emblem was revealed, completely exposing the true nature of the Stryker’s Private Army.

"Oh ho? It really is an old acquaintance!"

Sing Sing pressed down with the tip of his knife.

"Stryker, that old man's private army, coming to Africa to pretend to be environmentalists? Who wrote this script? It probably won't even get a 5 on Rotten Tomatoes."

With a bloodied nose, the blond man with a buzz cut gritted his teeth. "General Stryker... won't let you get away with this!"

Stryker?

"Old Deng and I have been sworn enemies for ages! Tell me honestly, where is the Devil Dinosaur?"

The blond, muscular man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Sing Sing applied slight pressure with the blade, drawing blood from his skin. "Fine, you're still being stubborn, aren't you? In this place, even if I chop you all up and use you as fertilizer, I'll just say you were trampled to death by a hippopotamus."

"I'll count to three. If you don't answer, you can go see God. One..."

I'll talk... I'll talk!

"The dinosaur is in an abandoned mine ten kilometers to the northwest! The general has set up a high-voltage electric fence and a tranquilizer trap there. It was shot three times with a high concentration of anesthetic and is now trapped at the bottom of the pit!"

Sing Sing frowned. "Where's that old bastard Stryker?"

"The general left by helicopter half an hour ago; he went to the temporary command post."

Where is the command post?

"Fifteen kilometers to the southeast, an abandoned colonial estate..."

"Why didn't you cooperate earlier? You forced me to use force, making things ugly for everyone."

Sing Sing sheathed his Pig Butchering Knife, waved his hands, and circulated his Inner Qi, causing the dozen or so thick, withered tree branches scattered on the ground to tremble violently.

As he made his gesture, dozens of wooden sticks flew up on their own, piercing straight into the mercenaries' foreheads.

The people who were wailing just a second ago suddenly stopped breathing.

Stay alive?

Director Zhou is no saint or innocent saint.

Let the tiger return to the mountain, waiting for them to call for backup via radio, or perhaps snipe them in the back?

The best fate for such people is to become fertilizer for this rainforest.

Brushing the dust off his hands, Sing Sing turned to look at the still-dazed Moon-Boy and snapped his the Snap.

"Come on! Let's go pick up your precious baby and take him home first, then we'll fetch Old Deng's spring water!"

"Um!"