Stryker's Feint

"Beep beep..."

The communicator hanging on the crew cut belt lit up red and emitted a long beep followed by two short beeps, signaling imminent death.

Just as Sing Sing was about to leave, he heard this voice, hesitated for a moment, and then came back to pick up the communicator and connect.

"Stephen Chow, missed me? You're such a kind delivery guy."

The voice on the communicator was familiar; Stryker's tone was arrogant.

"You Lao Wang, don't you know what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Is your prostate enlarged and you're feeling uncomfortable?"

Sing Sing launched into a tirade into the communicator, mercilessly cutting off the other person's long, tired villainous rant.

"Go ahead and curse, curse all you want! That mutated Beast was just bait I laid out! What I really want is the prehistoric Homo sapiens gene from that hairy monster beside you!"

The old man was laughing wildly in the channel.

They shamelessly boasted that as long as this kid's genes were drained, they could unlock an ancient ruin deep underground.

"Once we catch him, that useless dinosaur is nothing but trash that can be discarded at will! None of you will leave this rainforest alive!"

"Go to hell!"

Sing Sing immediately crushed the communicator into a lump of scrap metal.

At the critical moment, a series of mechanism ejection sounds rang out from the dense canopy overhead, and six alloy nets descended directly from above, blocking all escape routes.

The Moon-Boy's innate Beast Instincts erupted on the spot; he did a forward roll and narrowly avoided the edge of the first net.

But the second one came crashing down on me.

Sing Sing snorted coldly and drew his Pig Butchering Knife.

The alloy net in mid-air was chopped into countless fragments and flew back the way it came.

Several screams echoed from within the tree canopy.

Three guys wearing ghillie suits fell from above, crashing into the mud, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

These idiots actually got knocked out by the special medicine they applied online.

His eyes rolled back faster than he was being electrocuted; he was clearly not going to make it.

Sing Sing walked over and stomped on the three people's walkie-talkies, crushing them.

He casually stuffed all the grenades on their bodies into his pockets; these things would definitely come in handy later.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; a red cross was displayed in the upper left corner of the screen.

As expected, the signal was completely blocked.

Snowbird is a member of the Alpha Flight. Guardian and Director Wang usually keep in touch, and their relationship is fairly harmonious.

As a Mutants organization, Alpha Flight would theoretically not cooperate with Stryker to betray China.

Moreover, given Snowbird's personality, he would never spread false information without authorization.

The only explanation is that this was a setup targeting the Moon-Boy, and he was just an extra.

William Stryker, that old fox, had long ago laid Congo Rainforest in the Congo rainforest, deliberately leaking information to the Snowbirds to use them as pawns.

There's no signal in the forest right now, so Sing Sing Chow can't contact the Blue Elf to send the Little Monkey back.

Even if we manage to get in touch, this stubborn child will absolutely refuse to leave.

The Devil Dinosaur is bait; whether it's actually here is still unknown.

But the Little Monkey and the Devil Dinosaur sensed something and smelled its blood.

Stryker may have actually caught that giant beast.

Director Zhou raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, his expression serious.

Since we're here, let's make the best of it.

Anyone who dares to touch the families of the 749 Bureau, we'll skin that Lao Wang alive today!

Having identified the direction, Director Zhou and the Little Monkey began their high-speed run.

The Little Monkeys were in their element in this place, darting around and running faster than the leaders.

The two hadn't run for long when they soon heard a commotion behind them.

Groups of mercenaries, accompanied by Hound, began to tighten the encirclement.

Those two waves were just appetizers; Stryker had already laid a trap in this forest.

After a long and tiring journey, Sing Sing was getting increasingly annoyed.

Without saying a word, he drew his Pig Butchering Knife, turned around, and charged into the crowd.

With a swift stroke, he cut down three mercenaries.

The two sentries, armed with submachine guns, had just poked their heads out when two leaves infused with Inner Qi sliced open their throats, causing them to collapse into the mud, clutching their bleeding necks.

Using the momentum, Sing Sing leaped into the air, spreading his arms and bounding back and forth between the treetops.

"Little Monkey, bring me those poisonous vines you picked up on the road!"

While jumping up and down among the tree branches, Sing Sing reached out to ask the Moon-Boy for materials.

The Little Monkey was also very clever; it understood immediately and wove the poison vines into a tripwire, which it then threw behind it.

Not only that, Old Zhou also tied all the high-explosive grenades he had just looted to the tripwires, turning them into booby traps.

The lead Hound stepped into the tripwire, its venomous barbs tearing its fur, followed by a loud crash.

The Moon-Boy wasn't idle either.

This kid's mind works incredibly fast; he grabbed a hornet's nest and smashed it directly at the pursuers behind him.

Plump, venomous bees buzzed as they flew out of the Hive, stinging the mercenaries who screamed in agony.

"Good lad, that's a pretty good trick of using someone else to do your dirty work!"

Take off!

Sing Sing laughed loudly, reached out and grabbed the Little Monkey, then kicked off the tree trunk with his legs.

He shot into the air, carrying the Little Monkey, and crashed into the edge of the swamp.

"The smell of blood is getting stronger! Little Fear is just ahead!"

The Moon-Boy sniffled as he leaned on Sing Sing's shoulder, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage.

The two pushed aside the last layer of bushes, and their view suddenly opened up.

A swamp, reeking of pungent sulfur and the strong stench of blood, stretched out before them.

In the swamp, that red-skinned behemoth was none other than the Devil Dinosaur.

Its huge, vertical pupils were bloodshot, and its thick tail thrashed nervously across the mud, splashing up a cloud of foul-smelling mud.

But it was completely unable to move, as it was surrounded by a high-voltage power grid.

It will be electrocuted and convulse whenever it tries to get up or struggle.

The Moon-Boy let out a heart-wrenching roar, struggled to jump off Sing Sing, and tried to rush towards the electric fence.

Fortunately, Zhou reacted quickly and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

At the edge of the swamp, a ring of high-voltage electric fences also stood; it was not yet dark.

The surrounding searchlights illuminated the depression even brighter, and a heavy crane was hoisting an alloy iron cage towards the center of the mud pit.

Beneath the iron cage lay blood-stained mud, where a massive, crimson beast lay panting heavily, several anesthetic needles, each as thick as an adult's arm, protruding from its back.

Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries were on guard around them. Stryker, that old bastard, was wearing a military overcoat and standing on the roof of a bulletproof command vehicle, looking in their direction through binoculars.

The old man wore a sinister smirk, raised his hand, and the surrounding mercenaries simultaneously aimed their infrared sights at Sing Sing and the Moon-Boy's foreheads.

"Run! Why have you stopped running?"

Stryker picked up a megaphone and shouted with a sinister grin, "This is the funeral I've prepared especially for you!"

Sing Sing shielded the Moon-Boy behind him, reached for Pig Butchering Knife, and his eyes flashed with chilling murderous intent.

"Old man... you've really succeeded in pissing me off..."

"You can keep this auspicious spot for yourself!"