Sudden Blowout! The Mutants Show Their Power

Leading them was a dark-faced man in blue coveralls stained with oil, clutching a crowbar as thick as a wrist.

"You've got some nerve!"

"Stealing oil from a national ten-thousand-meter-deep well project! You must be tired of living! Let the dogs loose!"

Two Rottweilers leaped out of the truck bed and barked furiously at Sing Sing and the others.

Sing Sing wiped some black mud off his face, planted his hands on his hips, and struck the pose of an official conducting an inspection.

"Oil thieves? Comrade... Zhao Hongqi! You need to take responsibility for what you say!"

Having spotted the name badge on the man's chest, Sing Sing grew serious. "We're from the 749 Bureau! I'm the director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office! Is this how you treat officials sent by your superiors to inspect your work?"

Zhao Hongqi sneered and pointed his crowbar at the green-haired Lorna and the deep-set eyes and prominent nose of Riptide.

Finally, his gaze fell on Edith, who was lying on the ground, still blowing muddy bubbles that smelled of whiskey, with a patch of blue skin showing.

"Who are you trying to fool? You're green-haired and blue-skinned. You're obviously foreign spies! Seize them!"

Several young workers tightened their grips on their wrenches, ready to step forward.

"Hey, hey, hey! Let's talk this out. No fighting! That's bad for unity!" Sing Sing hurriedly rummaged through the inner pocket of his suit for a while before pulling out a work ID bearing the national emblem.

"Look! This is an official ID with an embossed seal!"

He thrust the ID forward, but it was covered in sticky mud.

To show it clearly, Sing Sing flicked his wrist.

Smack!

A lump of black mud flew out and landed squarely on Zhao Hongqi's already dark face.

The surroundings fell silent at once. Even the dogs stopped barking.

Zhao Hongqi wiped the mud off his face, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Misunderstanding! That was a physical projectile caused by force majeure!"

Sing Sing raised both hands.

"Beat them up!"

Facing the workers brandishing iron bars and wrenches, Lorna's gaze turned cold.

With a single thought, she could wrap those iron bars around the workers' necks.

Just as she was about to disarm them all, a hand seized hers.

"Leave this rough work to me."

Sing Sing held on to her hand. "You're a priority talent under our unit's protection now. If you hurt your hands fighting, how will you do delicate work later? Be good and stand behind me. Watch how the director defends your rights."

Sing Sing also gave Riptide a "stay calm" look, then began turning the tables on them.

Chest out, he walked toward Zhao Hongqi.

"Go on, hit me! Right here!"

Sing Sing pointed at his own head. "But think carefully before you lay a hand on me! Why doesn't this mud pit on your worksite have a clearly visible reflective warning sign?! Why isn't there a safety net to stop people from falling in?!"

Zhao Hongqi, who had just been about to swing his crowbar, froze. "Huh?"

"What do you mean, huh?!"

Sing Sing pressed his advantage.

"Because you failed to maintain proper workplace safety, our entire team of top overseas experts fell into the water and suffered a fright! This has seriously affected the country's investment climate!"

"That blue-skinned comrade is a top logistics expert! Now she's unconscious after choking on your mud!"

Sing Sing pointed accusingly at Edith, who was still blowing bubbles on the ground. "If she ends up with psychological trauma and loses her ability to work, who's going to certify it as a work-related injury?!"

"Are the hefty medical bills and lost wages coming out of your team's budget, or the general contractor's?! Do you still want this year's workplace safety banner?!"

The barrage left Zhao Hongqi's head spinning.

What investment?

What top experts?

What safety banner?

What the hell was this man babbling about?!

"Cut the fucking bullshit!"

Zhao Hongqi laughed in anger. In half a lifetime working on construction projects, he had never seen such an arrogant oil thief.

"You put on a lousy suit and think you're a leader? Tie them all up and take them to the police station!"

The workers closed in again.

Sing Sing sighed, his right hand already reaching stealthily for the Pig Butchering Knife at the small of his back.

Since talking didn't work, he could only give these honest, hardworking men a massage with the back of his knife.

But just as tensions reached a breaking point—

"Creak—boom!"

The distant drilling tower suddenly rang with the sound of metal snapping.

An alarm blared across the sky.

Zhao Hongqi's face went white.

The crowbar fell from his hand with a clang as he turned to stare at the drilling platform.

"Not good... We broke through an underground pocket of ultrahigh-pressure gas... The blowout preventer is jammed!"

"What does that mean?" Sing Sing frowned.

"There's going to be a blowout!!!" Zhao Hongqi roared. "Run! Everyone, evacuate!!!"

With a thunderous boom, the ground shook violently.

Black, high-pressure drilling mud mixed with rock cuttings burst through the surface, punched straight through the rotary table on the drilling platform, and shot into the sky!

Rumble—

The high pressure shook the drilling tower violently, and the steel supports at its base creaked.

Steel cables as thick as arms snapped and whipped wildly through the air.

"Cover your mouths and noses! It's hydrogen sulfide!"

"Poison gas! It's highly concentrated hydrogen sulfide! One breath can kill you! Run upwind!"

The pressure of the blowout was too great.

Mud and poison gas blasted high into the air and came crashing down all around.

The two Rottweilers inhaled a breath of poison gas. After running only a few steps, they foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the sand, convulsing.

A young worker running at the back tripped and fell to the ground.

The poison gas quickly engulfed him. He let out one short scream before his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

"Xiao Wang!"

Zhao Hongqi was frantic. He wanted to go back and save him, but another worker held him fast.

"Captain Zhao! There's no time! Going back means death!"

The entire site was in chaos.

Under the impact of the ultrahigh pressure, the load-bearing columns of the hundred-ton drilling platform had already bent badly.

If it collapsed, not only would this enormously expensive deep well be ruined, it might also trigger an even greater chain of explosions.

"Comrades!"

Sing Sing turned to look at the Mutant team behind him.

"In the United States, you could only be rats in basements and wanted criminals on the streets! But here, you're heroes saving a vital national asset!"

"Ji! See that poison gas? What's your job? Temporary ventilation expert! Blow all those poisonous farts up into the sky! Can you do it?!"

Riptide looked at the fallen worker in the distance, his eyes glowing white. "Leave it to me!" he said in a deep voice.

Sing Sing turned to look at Lorna.

"Comrade Xiao Luo." Sing Sing's tone was serious.

"It's time to prove your worth. Show them what truly advanced productive forces look like! Can you weld that steel tower solid?"

Lorna looked at Sing Sing.

She spread her hands to either side, her mud-caked green hair standing on end as brilliant green magnetic light illuminated the surroundings.

"Take the 'can' out of that question."

Lorna gave a proud little huff.

"I can shape it into anything you want!"