Celebrating at Halftime? Asking for Death!

The sparse vertical eyes reflected the Moon-Boy's figure again, and the Devil Dinosaur roared with its head raised.

Having wandered in this dark, damp, and unfamiliar rainforest for so long, it spent every day hiding from those who tried to attack it.

The endless suffering it endured made it extremely wary of the world.

Now, it finally caught a familiar scent! It saw its long-awaited companion! But it was trapped!

"Roar!"

Is it possible that dinosaurs possessed magic? Hahaha!

It went completely berserk.

The ferocity within the bloodline of the ancient overlord was ignited, and it swung its tail, as thick as a cement pillar, like a madman.

Despite the excruciating pain of being electrocuted all over his body, the Devil Dinosaur struggled to his feet.

The four iron stakes driven into the ground were uprooted.

Just as Director Zhou was about to step forward to lend a hand, a loud engine noise came from overhead.

Looking up, I saw three military transport planes hovering in mid-air, each with a huge container hanging beneath it.

Before Sing Sing could figure out what that Lao Wang was up to this time, the three enormous creatures plummeted straight down and crashed into the swamp.

"Beep beep!"

After three consecutive bangs, the container's latches snapped open, and three metal hulls, each nearly four meters tall, stepped out.

"Stephen Chow! You're dead today!"

Stryker picked up the megaphone, a smug look on his face:

"This is Sentinels from Trask Industries! Even if Magneto stood here today, he'd still turn him into mincemeat!"

Sing Sing gathered his strength and shouted back:

"You old geezer! Stop pretending to be something you're not! If you've got the guts, roll off that iron turtle truck and fight me one-on-one!"

"All you do is cower behind that metal shell and boss people around! I thought you were a Trask salesman!"

"So, how much commission did that shorty Bolivar Trask pay you? At your age, still working yourself to the bone here? Can your prostate handle the humidity of this rainforest?"

Although his words were harsh, Director Zhou's footwork was just as impressive.

The electric fence blocking the two sides was severed on the spot, creating a gap large enough for the Devil Dinosaur to crawl out.

Stryker was furious when his sore spot was hit in public, his face turning ashen.

However, he suppressed his anger and did not directly order the Sentinels to tear Sing Sing to pieces.

In his eyes, that ferocious-looking red dinosaur was nothing more than a stupid bait to lure him into fishing.

He, the head of the Weapon X project, had absolutely no interest in this outdated reptile that only knew how to eat meat and defecate.

That hairy prehistoric human was the real gold mine!

If this prehistoric Homo sapiens boy is captured, the genetic lock hidden within prehistoric humans can be logically unlocked.

Even the coordinates of the Savage Land can be obtained.

If I then lead my army in to capture supernatural creatures and fuse their characteristics with Mutant Genes, that would be a game-changer that overturns the existing balance of power!

By then...

Haha, what's so special about Wolverine who can only scratch people?

Even the entire Brotherhood of Mutants isn't worthy to carry his shoes!

The Moon-Boy, who had been rushing towards the other, also rushed through the gap and pounced on the big head to hug it.

"Little Fear! Let's go! Let's go!"

Despite its ferocity, the Devil Dinosaur was incredibly docile in front of the Moon-Boy.

It lowered its head, letting its companion climb onto its back, and then dashed away after bursting through the gap.

All of this was actually done with Stryker's tacit approval.

What he wanted was to get them out of the electric grid and then divide the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the three Sentinels completely ignored the man and dragon who had run far away.

In their programming, there is only one dangerous target in front of them.

On the shoulder armor, the oversized Gatling gun barrel began to spin with a clicking sound, and a dense rain of bullets swept over like a bucket of water.

"You scoundrel! You have no sportsmanship!"

That old codger is really cunning. He clearly wants to use these three iron turtles to hold me back so he can send someone to capture the Little Monkey alone!

Dream on!

He slipped through the hail of Sing Sing with the Divine Movement, Hundred Transformations, without a single bullet grazing his clothes.

The Sentinels, having determined that long-range fire suppression was ineffective, immediately ceased fire. Taking advantage of a moment when it could dodge to the side, it swung its arm, and a vibrating blade over a meter long popped out from its arm armor, slashing down at the creature in front of it.

Sing Sing twisted his waist to dodge the knife, and then kicked the Sentinels in the knee joint.

Back in Japan, he kicked the Silver Samurai so hard he was knocked off balance.

Based on his experience, even if this lump of iron doesn't fall apart, it should at least wobble a bit, right?

The Sentinels remained perfectly still, without even wobbling.

"Damn, the materials used for the Trask's metal shell are pretty solid; they didn't cut corners or take kickbacks!"

Sing Sing quickly retreated.

Before they could retreat far, another Sentinels's shoulder armor snapped open, and four miniature missiles shot out in quick succession.

Four explosions followed in quick succession, and flames engulfed the muddy area where he was standing.

The marsh gas that had accumulated in the swamp for decades was ignited, and a pillar of fire shot up ten meters on the spot.

The Moon-Boy, who was being harassed by mercenaries, saw the towering flames and struggled to jump off the dinosaur's back and rush into the fire.

Two mercenaries reacted quickly, pouncing on the man and pinning him to the ground.

Sensing its companion's grief and anger, the Devil Dinosaur immediately flew into a rage.

With one tail, it swept the person at the top three or four meters away, then opened its mouth and bit another guy who was still holding onto the Moon-Boy's ankle.

With a snap of its jaws, it chewed up instantly.

But more people stepped forward with guns to suppress them, pinning the Devil Dinosaur down so it couldn't lift its head and could only protect the Moon-Boy it howled in agony.

Stryker, standing on the roof of the car, couldn't help but laugh wildly, looking up at the sky.

What top agent?

They're nothing but a fart under his and Trask's combined attack!

Just as Stryker was feeling triumphant and preparing to order everyone to capture the Moon-Boy alive and celebrate with champagne ahead of schedule.

A cough suddenly came from within the plume of black smoke.

"Cough cough... Damn it! You shameless, smoking Lao Wang! If you're going to fight, fine, but why did you set the biogas digester on fire?"

A disheveled and dirty Sing Sing emerged from the smoke, clutching Pig Butchering Knife.

This is the famous "no harm from smoke" law.

During battle, as long as a large amount of smoke and dust is raised, those caught in the smoke and dust will be completely unharmed once the smoke and dust dissipates.

Director Zhou, who was well-versed in this principle, naturally took it to its extreme.

Aside from his suit being covered in mud and his fair face being blackened by soot, he was unharmed.

"Fire! Open fire!"

Three Sentinels pressed towards Sing Sing.

He shook off the mud from the blade and channeled his Inner Qi into its Blade.

With a bang, Sing Sing disappeared from his spot and headed straight for the Sentinels in front of him.

"Today I'll show you what the true value of a division-level cadre is!"

It's been turned into a mini Devil Dinosaur.

His Inner Qi surged upwards, Pig Butchering Knife was enveloped in a pale white light.

Sing Sing took a step forward and crashed into the foremost Sentry.

The Sentry swung his concussion knife down, but Sing Sing dodged to the side and simultaneously plunged the knife into the Sentry's knee joint.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade instantly shredded the internal transmission circuitry.

With a click, the Sentinels knelt down on one knee.

As the remaining two Sentries closed in from the left and right, bullets whizzed past their ears.

Sing Sing used the knees of the kneeling Sentinels as leverage to leap into the air, his shoes landing on the iron lump's forehead as he somersaulted and landed steadily on the shoulder of the second Sentinels.

The Pig Butchering Knife was inserted into the seam of the neck armor, and with a twist and flick of the wrist, it was pierced through.

The cable was snapped, sparks crackling and popping, making his hand tingle.

Even so, Director Zhou still couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"This wiring is such a mess! Not a single clip was used. That short guy Trask probably hired an outsourced construction team and skipped the inspection altogether?"

The Sentry waved its arms wildly for a while, turned its head halfway around, and then drooped down, crashing straight into the mud with a thud.

The last remaining Sentinels had a row of launch ports pop open on its back, and more than a dozen needles filled with an unknown substance shot out.

Sing Sing dodged, and after the syringes were nailed to the trunk of a nearby tree, the tree instantly turned a deathly black.

"Damn, are you playing dirty tricks?"

He slid forward, the Pig Butchering Knife's knife flashing like a black shadow.

They specifically targeted armor seams and exposed wiring areas, just like they used to dismantle pork bones at the market back in the day.

As the blade swept through, screws flew off, armor plates clattered down, hydraulic rods and drive shafts were exposed all over the ground, and the Sentry's arm jammed halfway up, unable to even grip the vibrating blade.

He touched the hard, solid energy core on his chest, and his eyes lit up.

With a forceful thrust of his wrist, he plunged the knife in, simultaneously shredding the internal components.

"This thing is in good condition. I'll take it back to Wenxi later..."

With a crackling sound of electricity, the metal lump emitted black smoke and collapsed forward.

The whole thing took less than two minutes.

The three Sentinels, which were touted as being able to defeat Magneto, were completely broken and lying in the mud, revealing their messy wiring and components.

Sing Sing shook the black oil off his knife, glanced towards the command vehicle, and gave a thumbs-up.

"That's it? Trask just built this pile of junk for you? I thought it was something special. Dismantling it is less work than slaughtering a pig at the market!"

"Old man, are you going to come down here and take the knife, or should I go up and drag you down?"

Stryker stood on the roof of the car, still looking calm and composed.

After reaching into his pocket and pressing a button, strange roars began to echo from all around the battlefield.

"Stephen Chow, I admit you're very capable."

"But you're not invincible!"

Ratttt...

A helicopter flew in from not far away.

Just as Stryker Sing Sing take him down, a dark figure pounced on him from the side with incredible speed.

Fortunately, he was prepared and cleaved the dark figure in two with a swift stroke of his blade.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mutated monster with long fangs.

Sensing something was wrong, Sing Sing quickly approached Stryker, but stopped after only a few steps, his expression grave.

Opposite him, a hundred mutated monsters surged out from behind Stryker.