Who Changed My Clothes?

"The logistics bills are all printed out; we're just waiting for your signature."

Sing Sing downed most of a glass of water to calm himself down, then pretended to be angry.

"You can't look at it like that! That was a work injury! Do you understand what a work injury is? He was a front-line human shield against Stryker's reactionary forces!"

"A good appetite now means your vital signs are stable—that's a medical miracle! How can you foreign company logistics staff have no sense of the bigger picture? Open your minds, okay? Why are you fussing over such trivial matters?"

"Where we come from, a meal with four dishes and a soup is the minimum price for our savior. The fact that it only ate six cows is already a huge favor to you!"

Looking at the blustering, boastful man in front of her, Snowbird couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, stop acting. The bill was approved by the Guardian. If you have any complaints, go argue with him. It's no use coming to me. By the way, your suit is completely ruined."

Sing Sing knew perfectly well that no matter how good the material was, it couldn't withstand the frantic scratching of Adamantium!

"Sigh... There's nothing I can do, it has to be sent back to the factory for major repairs. This business trip was a complete waste."

Sing Sing picked up the neatly folded strips of cloth with a heavy heart, tears welling up in his eyes.

"My old buddy who's been with me through thick and thin! He's taken bullets and carried knives, and even that old Stryker's bullet couldn't penetrate him!"

"I never expected to end up falling to a long-fingered woman's Nine Yin White Bone Claw... You died a horrible death!"

With a look of utter disdain, the Snowbird ignored his wailing and simply pulled a set of clothes from the closet and threw it over his head, saying irritably, "Hurry up and change! Stop embarrassing yourself here, the Guardian is still waiting for you in the office!"

Sing Sing caught it, unfolded it, and took a look.

Wow!

A long black trench coat, made of crisp fabric with clean shoulder lines, and it feels quite heavy when you hold it in your hand.

"This... is for me?"

"A spare pair I found in the warehouse. Windproof, scratch-proof, and bulletproof. Just make do with it."

"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept this? It's so inappropriate to take even a needle or thread from you people..."

While Zhou was being polite, his hands were already deftly unbuttoning his shirt. "Is the size right?"

Three minutes later, a handsome man appeared in front of the mirror in the ward. He was wearing a trench coat, which gave him broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his aura was immediately overwhelming.

"Tsk, the cut, the fit..."

Sing Sing looked at himself in the mirror from left to right, raised an eyebrow at his reflection, and asked, "Handsome, who are you?"

Youth version, there's something else to say.

Snowbird, leaning impatiently against the doorframe, said, "Have you taken enough pictures? You're the most vain person in the whole base! Even Beichen is more troublesome than you!"

"That's called professional image management! What do you know!"

Sing Sing looked smug and casually straightened his trench coat collar.

"When you go out to discuss cooperation, you need to dress smartly so that people will take you seriously. Do you even know what hidden benefits are?"

The Snowbird rolled its eyes, too lazy to respond, and quickened its pace to lead the way.

The two entered the Guardian's office one after the other; Hudson was still wearing that plaid shirt.

Upon seeing the rejuvenated Sing Sing, he raised an eyebrow and joked, "You've recovered remarkably well. My private medical pod wasn't a waste of time."

"Thanks to you, it's all thanks to the leadership's concern!"

Sing Sing Chow chuckled twice and sat down in a chair:

"Guardian, let's get straight to the point. How are the two children?"

Hudson was taken aback by this sudden change of attitude.

"I was just about to say that. The Moon-Boy's superficial wounds and blood loss are nothing serious. The Devil Dinosaur is a bit more troublesome; he has residual anesthetic and more than a dozen penetrating wounds, so he'll have to stay in the hospital for a while."

How long will you stay?

"We'll cover all costs for at least two weeks, with 24/7 monitoring in the medical ward."

Upon hearing the words "all-inclusive, "Sing Sing's face immediately lit up with a bright, sunny expression.

"Mr. Hudson! Your Alpha Flight is truly a living example of internationalism! I'll send you a banner later!"

"Once they've recovered, I'll have the Wandering Girl open a door, and we'll go straight to the base without troubling a single soldier."

The Snowbird added, "The Moon-Boy has already nodded; he said he'll decide on the itinerary after you wake up."

"This child is sensible."

Sing Sing nodded with satisfaction, then changed the subject, "What about the food expenses..."

"Also included."

"Light and spacious!"

Sing Sing gave a thumbs-up and said, "But you're not allowed to secretly draw dragon blood for scientific experiments while you're recovering!"

Hudson tapped the table and said seriously, "The entire treatment process should be recorded, and the Moon-Boy can accompany us throughout. Surely we can do some basic analysis on the scales and debris it sheds?"

"Okay... alright, just don't go too far. Also, about Stryker..."

"Don't worry, Stryker has lost three Sentry and wiped out over a hundred test subjects this time. He won't be able to cause any trouble in the short term."

Guardian Hudson handed a document to Sing Sing.

"We'd like to buy a copy of Silver Peak's intelligence. Name your price."

"Oh, Lao Ha, you're being too polite. Talking about money is too much of a misunderstanding. We're practically brothers, even though we're not from the same father..."

Sing Sing rubbed his fingers together. "How much are you planning to offer?"

Just as Hudson held up Five Fingers, about to make an offer, there was a knock on the door.

Beichen entered, holding an invitation in his hand.

"Hey, Brother Beichen!"

Sing Sing Chow waved enthusiastically. "How's the logistics supervisor position we talked about last time? Base salary is 12,000, that's the most I can offer!"

Beichen remained expressionless and handed him the invitation.

"Kyle and I are getting married in two days. The wedding banquet is in Vancouver. Come have a drink sometime!"

Sing Sing's smile froze. "Married... married?!"

"Yes, the wedding."

After saying that, Beichen turned and left, decisively and swiftly.

The door closed tightly, Sing Sing stood frozen in place, still clutching the invitation, for a long time before he could recover.

"They... they... they've already gotten their marriage certificate?!"

We've been together for seven years, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Snowbird flipped through the documents, seemingly unfazed.

"Seven years..."

Sing Sing Chow started calculating on his fingers, "So what's the standard for this gift money? Are there exchange rate differences for international weddings?"

"According to the custom in my hometown, you give 200 yuan for a casual relationship and 500 yuan for a close friend. Beichen saved my life, so for that life-or-death friendship, I should at least give... 250 yuan?"

Snowbird closed the file and glared at him. "Are you sure you want to give a stupid gift at someone's wedding? Don't you think it's bad luck? I know all about the customs in your China."

"Uh... three hundred! Let's round it up for good luck!"

Sing Sing said matter-of-factly, "What kind of banquet is it? If it's less than four dishes and a soup, I'll make a scene. Can I bring my family?"

Who should I bring?

"Little Monkeys and dinosaurs, bringing along some good fortune, prehistoric overlords to command the scene, how impressive!"

The Snowbird was amused and exasperated. "Is it appropriate for you to bring a dinosaur weighing over ten tons to someone's wedding?"

The Guardian rubbed his temples and waved his hand.

"Keep the invitation safe. Whether you go or not is up to you. We've finished discussing business, so go back and rest."

Sing Sing tucked the invitation away, got up to say goodbye, but stopped at the door.

She turned her head to look in the direction Beichen had left, then looked down at her new outfit.

A terrible thought popped into my head.

He moved closer to the Snowbird, glanced left and right, and whispered:

"Um... I have to ask you something, and you have to tell me the truth."

"Explain."

"The clothes I was wearing when I was unconscious..."

Sing Sing swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Could it be that Beichen switched it for me?!"