Hold On, Let Brother Zhou Have a Swig of Baijiu!
Five long claws emerged from the lower abdomen, their tips glistening with sticky, dark red beads of blood.
Sing Sing looked down, staring blankly at the five gleaming "tools of the trade" on his stomach.
It really hurts.
However, the first thought that popped into the mind of the director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau was completely detached from the scope of a life-or-death crisis.
He actually felt that he had secured his clothing budget for next month.
My suit now has five bloody holes stabbed in it for no reason. How am I supposed to report this when I get home?
"Buzz..."
The Pig Butchering Knife at his waist began to vibrate and hum, completely disregarding the laws of physics, and flew out of its leather sheath on its own.
The broad blade spun in mid-air, slashing towards the neck of the attacker from behind.
Before the five steel claws could even shred Old Zhou's internal organs, they retreated the way they came, leaving a trail of blood in their wake as the Pig Butchering Knife came hurtling towards them.
"Hiss!"
Sing Sing winced in pain, and the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand flew directly into the swamp.
He turned around, clutching his lower back, and saw a woman standing three steps away.
He was completely covered up in a black, tight-fitting combat suit, his ten fingers spread wide.
Ten long claws extended thirty centimeters out, their tips still stained with the user's own blood.
His face was quite handsome, but he lacked any vitality.
After careful examination, Director Zhou, who had some knowledge of the Mutants under various factions, quickly recognized the guy.
The infamous Lady Deathstrike, whose real name is Yuriko Oyama.
Why are you getting your nails done?
Rumor has it that William Stryker's anti-human weapon modification project was initially a direct theft of the living skeleton binding technology researched by her own father, Lord Dark Wind.
Essentially, her family is the orthodox originator of this bone fusion technology.
However, this Japan family was later outmaneuvered and executed, and their core technologies were completely stolen.
Even her only bloodline was brainwashed and transformed into Stryker's top, clandestine assassin.
This girl... is essentially a pitiful working-class person who has been exploited and driven to bankruptcy by unscrupulous capitalists.
Blood trickled down his trouser leg. Sing Sing reached forward and the Pig Butchering Knife, which had been flying around, landed back in his palm.
"Your Blackheart backstabbing skills must have been trained at a telecom fraud industrial park in northern Myanmar, right? You have absolutely no sense of martial ethics!"
"Is it okay for you to try to trick me, to ambush me, an old comrade who's just finished dismantling three lumps of metal and is severely exhausted?"
The Lady Deathstrike remained expressionless and coldly stated, "I've been sent by General Stryker to take your dog's life."
"Oh, what a big mouth you have!"
Sing Sing scoffed, but in his mind he had already dragged Stryker's ancestors out of their coffins and cursed them a thousand times.
But he showed no sign of anger on his face.
"Hey girl, how much is Stryker's base salary a month, since he's going through early menopause?"
Do you have the Five Insurances and One Housing Fund? Do you reimburse work-related injuries?
"Look at your sallow, thin, and malnourished appearance. You probably can't even get a hot braised pork lunchbox when you're in the underground base, right?"
"With your qualifications, why don't you switch jobs and come work for our 749 Bureau? We'll give you a special contract position!"
The Lady Deathstrike immediately responded to this impassioned investment promotion speech.
He ducked low, rapidly closing in on Sing Sing, and brought his ten claws down on his head.
I'll fuck you!
"Even if a deal falls through, goodwill should remain. What kind of hero goes straight for killing from the start!"
While cursing loudly, Sing Sing raised his wrist, gripped the Pig Butchering Knife horizontally, and braced himself against it.
The blade of the Pig Butchering Knife's knife collided with Adamantium's fingernail, sending sparks flying.
Damn it!
That's quite strong!
Before he could catch his breath, the two claws opposite him crossed and slashed at him again. Sing Sing ducked, and a piece of the brim of his hat was shaved off.
"Holy crap! That's a limited edition!"
He seized an opening, slashed the other man's throat with his knife; such a blow would have severed the head of an ordinary person.
And the result?
A thin line of red blood seeped from the woman's neck, and in less than the blink of an eye, the surrounding muscle tissue began to writhe and intertwine rapidly.
Sing Sing's eyelids twitched, and he inwardly cursed himself for being such a pig-brain; how could he have forgotten that she also had Healing Factor?
The offensives grew increasingly fierce with each wave.
The Lady Deathstrike specifically targets the throat, chest, and lower back—the most vital and dangerous areas of the human body.
Every move they made was aimed at tearing out the heart and lungs, dismembering the body and breaking it to pieces.
Sing Sing Chow could only temporarily avoid his sharp edge, fighting and retreating through the mud with his Pig Butchering Knife in hand.
The tattered black suit was ripped open with several large, haphazard cuts under the relentless attack.
The white shirt inside had also turned into tattered rags, which were just hanging on her body.
He looks no different from the Nine-Bag Elder of the Beggar's Sect fights with stray dogs for food under the overpass.
Although this suit is highly resilient, it is helpless against these Adamantium Claws, except to be reduced to shreds.
A gust of wind brushed past my ear.
Sing Sing twisted his body to avoid it, and another new gash appeared on his back, causing him to see stars in pain.
In the distance Moon-Boy was howling anxiously, struggling to rush this way.
"Let me go! He's injured! He needs my help!"
The Devil Dinosaur wrapped its tail around his back, pressing him tightly against it.
This big guy knew very well that in a fight of this magnitude, Little Monkey rushing in would be nothing more than an easy target.
When Sing Sing caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, he felt a little more at ease.
Okay, as long as his family is watching over him, he can do whatever he wants without restraint.
He tried using his Divine Movement, Hundred Transformations to create distance, but the depletion of his Inner Qi and his injuries made his movements slow no matter how he moved.
Old Zhou was finally forced to the edge of the jungle, his back pressed against a tree, with nowhere left to retreat.
Seizing this perfect opening, the Lady Deathstrike closed her hands completely, aiming straight for Sing Sing's heart.
She intended to use this strike to bring this hunt to a close.
At the critical moment, just as Sing Sing was about to be skewered like a lamb kebab, he suddenly raised his hand and made a stop gesture:
"Etc!"
"Don't rush into anything! Let me have a sip of baijiu first... to give me some courage!"
The Lady Deathstrike's claws froze in mid-air as she stared at him hesitantly, unable to comprehend this sudden situation that defied all the logic of assassination.
Just this brief moment of respite.
Sing Sing peered into the Mini Dimensional Box and pulled out a bottle of high-proof liquor with the label worn away.
The glass bottle was completely smooth, and it gleamed with a yellowish light under the firelight.
It was the same cheap, low-quality stock that A Le had criticized at the last hot pot gathering, saying it was industrial alcohol diluted with water and even dogs wouldn't drink it.
This is a batch of wild ginseng from Wenxi that has been preserved for eight whole years!
It actually came in handy today.
After tucking the Pig Butchering Knife back into his waistband, Sing Sing flicked his thumb, sending the bottle cap flying into the air.
The indescribable, pungent smell quickly dissipated the surrounding stench of blood.
Director Zhou smiled and waved the bottle of liquid in his hand at the Lady Deathstrike.
"My dear heroine, as the saying goes, meeting is a rare and precious fate."
"Everyone works hard to earn money when they're away from home. Fighting every day only hurts relationships."
Want a bite?
"After you finish this strong, baijiu, your Brother Zhou will personally send you on your way with the highest honors!"