In Canada, Just Woke Up
Sasquatch poked at the wreckage of the Sentinels with its toes, then scoffed and commented:
"Early versions of Trask were all show and no substance."
Beichen knelt down next to Sing Sing and examined the wounds. Surprisingly, the five bloody holes had stopped bleeding on their own.
"This guy's been fighting for so long, and he doesn't even have a scratch?"
In the bushes, the Lady Deathstrike sat up straight and glanced at the two unfamiliar faces.
Real name: Jean-Paul Bobbier
Code name: Beichen
Identity: Native Mutants, superhero, member of Alpha Flight
Overall strength: ★★★★☆
Real name: Walter Rankowaski
Code name: Sasquatch
Identity: Mutants, superhero, member of Alpha Flight, physicist
Overall strength: ★★★★☆
Run!
One drunken sly old man who could easily beat me to a pulp was outrageous enough, and now two more busybodies have shown up?
We can't fight them, we simply can't fight them.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the Lady Deathstrike had already plunged into the dense forest.
"Trying to run?"
Just as Beichen was gathering his strength to take off and retrieve the person, the Guardian's command came through his earpiece.
"Prioritize saving lives; there's no need to pursue the matter further. Bring the injured and guests back safely and avoid any unnecessary complications."
"Clear."
Beichen stopped and turned to look at the drunkard still sprawled out in the mud, feeling a headache coming on. "What do we do now?"
Sing Sing Chow was grinning foolishly at him, reeking of alcohol.
"Hey bro... Remember to reimburse me for the travel expenses later... And the work injury... My kidneys... a woman poked ten holes in them... I'll have to pay the highest tier..."
After saying that, Director Zhou his head to the side and fell fast asleep on the spot, seamlessly transitioning into a deep sleep.
Sasquatch walked over, grabbed his arm, and shook it twice. The snoring only got louder, like pulling a giant saw.
"She's sleeping so soundly."
The Moon-Boy leaned closer and curiously poked his face, but he was still sleeping like a log, without reacting at all.
Sasquatch chuckled, bent down to scoop the man onto his shoulder, and turned to call to Moon-Boy, "Come on, kid, let's chat on the plane. You'll have to tell me more about that all-natural spa river you mentioned last time."
The Devil Dinosaur, its body riddled with horrifying bloody holes, followed obediently behind like a large, beaten-up repair dog.
Just before boarding the plane, Big Head still leaned closer to Sing Sing and took a deep sniff.
The group chatted and laughed as they boarded the pick-up plane and headed straight for the White Horse City headquarters.
Inside the cabin at high altitude, the scene was surprisingly harmonious.
Moon-Boy and Sasquatch sat side by side, chatting animatedly, from all-natural rainforest hair conditioner to 108 ways to marinate reindeer meat. They even excitedly introduced the Whimsical Gun they had crafted for Director Zhou.
The Devil Dinosaur managed to squeeze its massive body into the back of the cabin and take a nap.
Director Zhou, who was carried up, shamelessly monopolized the entire medical stretcher, his thunderous snoring completely drowning out the roar of the fighter jet engines.
After an unknown amount of time, Sing Sing suddenly opened his eyes.
My first reaction was to reach out and touch my waist.
Call...
The kidney is still there, and the wound has been treated perfectly.
How can a man say no?
If the kidneys are saved, it's a win.
"Wow, this skill is comparable to Hua Tuo reborn..."
He propped himself up on the edge of the bed and moved his arms and legs around once in a row.
Aside from a slight tightness in the lower back muscles due to poor sleeping posture, there were no other major problems.
He squinted and looked around the ward, his vigilance heightened by years of experience as a special agent.
This minimalist, cool-toned decor, the smell of expensive detergent emanating from the bed sheets—it doesn't look like a medical center belonging to the 749 Bureau at all.
On the bedside table.
The Tian Shan Cold Iron Pig Butchering Knife that had accompanied him through countless battles, Mini Dimensional Box, were neatly arranged.
Even his tattered suit, which had been torn to shreds by the Lady Deathstrike, was washed, dried, and neatly folded and placed aside.
The ward door was pushed open, and Snowbird walked in carrying a tray of food.
She wasn't surprised at all when she saw Stephen Sing Sing sitting up energetically and looking around.
She placed the plate on the table, her tone calm:
"You're awake? The Guardian had the central computer calculate your metabolism and alcohol breakdown time, and specifically instructed me to prepare your food at the right time."
"Etc..."
Sing Sing raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"Wait a minute, Canada? Shouldn't I be feeding mosquitoes in the muddy swamps of the Congo Rainforest?"
"How did I end up sleeping across continents and arriving in White Horse City in the blink of an eye? Who called this high-end international ambulance for me? I don't have the money to pay the balance!"
Seeing his expression, Snowbird couldn't help but smile, then pulled up a chair next to her and sat down gracefully.
Not bad, not bad~
"You drank yourself into that terrible state and passed out, how can you blame anyone else?"
"The main reason is that the intelligence about the Congo Rainforest came at just the right time; the timing was more precise than Switzerland watch."
"I sensed something was wrong at the checkpoint, but since I had left Canada, I didn't have much power, so I could only report my suspicions to the Guardians immediately."
"Then what?"
"The Guardians acted decisively, dispatching the fastest, Beichen, and the jungle-savvy Sasquatch to provide full-speed support. The timing was perfect, just in time to witness the final act of your drunken beating of the Lady Deathstrike."
Snowbird picked up the kettle and poured a glass of warm water for both Sing Sing and herself.
"The Moon-Boy and Sasquatch were old acquaintances. Neither of them showed any resistance; they simply packed him up, along with you, this unconscious, injured man, and loaded you onto the return flight."
After hearing this, Sing Sing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this woman was really reliable and that he would definitely arrange for a banner to be presented to her later.
"By the way, what about Stryker's menopausal old man, Deng?"
He grabbed the plate and placed it on his lap. The aroma of the meat made his mouth water, and he picked up a knife and fork and began to eat the rice voraciously without any regard for his image.
"We lost them."
Snowbird didn't hide anything and told the truth.
With his mouth stuffed full, Sing Sing mumbled indistinctly as he chewed on some meat, "It's alright, the monk may run away, but the temple won't..."
"I really need to present the Guardians with a banner later. I've even thought of a title: 'Transnational Rescue Shows True Feelings'..."
"By the way, the Devil Dinosaur is so big, don't try to charge me for its food these past few days. Our bureau's finance department is really stingy; they won't reimburse me for that."
Snowbird glanced at him, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and slowly announced a number that sent blood pressure soaring.
"Since it landed, it has eaten its fill, slept, and then ate again. In total, it has eaten six whole cows, twenty fat sheep, and a whole heavy truckload of potatoes."
"Pfft... cough cough!"
Sing Sing nearly choked to death; a large piece of beef got stuck in his throat, causing him to choke and pound his chest while his eyes rolled back in his head.
He finally managed to swallow the piece of meat, his hand trembling as he pointed at the Snowbird, and roared in a broken voice:
"How much... how much?! Don't try to fool me, I'm not well-educated!"
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Q-style is also quite pretty.