Is This Killer a Lunatic?!

"Let's talk this out, let's talk this out... Hold the knife steady! I'm squeamish about blood!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The woman tightened her grip on her wrist, and the Blade moved another millimeter closer.

Old Zhou cursed inwardly, "This woman has quite the temper, doesn't she?"

I didn't do anything to her!

With a quick glance around his eyes, Old Zhou decided to test the waters first.

"Logan Howlett, does that name ring a bell? That hairy, grumpy guy who loves cigars."

The blade trembled, and Silver Fox swayed.

My eyes lost focus, and in that instant, my mind felt like it had been crammed with several gigabytes of compressed data.

Snow-capped mountains, a wooden cabin, the firelight in the fireplace, and an old dog wagging its tail wildly at her...

The overlapping images directly overloaded her CPU.

"Well..."

Silver Fox let out a muffled groan, the dagger clattered to the ground, he clutched his head with both hands, squatted down on the spot, and his expression was extremely painful.

Sing Sing stared at the woman who had just tried to slit his throat but was now cowering in a ball, completely exasperated.

Judging from this, it's a typical case of a system bug being triggered by keywords after memory loss.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you trying to scam me? I didn't even touch you!"

Sing Sing supported her arm, gently placed his palm on her back, and channeled an Inner Qi through his palm.

Silver Fox instinctively tried to break free, but as soon as the warm current entered her body, the pain in her head was actually soothed little by little.

"What... did you do?"

"China Qigong, a craft passed down from our ancestors."

Silver Fox sized him up and asked suspiciously, "Just who are you?"

"Zhou Dafu, a legitimate business owner in Vancouver selling used cars."

"Ha... a used car dealer knows this kind of qigong? And he can even cut through the guns of five fully armed mercenaries with a broken knife?"

"Oh dear, every industry is so competitive these days! The competition in our line of work is fierce; without some traditional skills to rely on, you'd be wiped out in the used car market long ago."

Silver Fox, too lazy to listen to his nonsense, coldly pressed, "Who is Logan Howlett? Where is he?"

"Want to see him? Come back to China with me. I'll charter a plane for you, and we'll even treat you to a big pot of stewed goose when you land."

"Say it now!"

Silver Fox reached out and picked up the dagger again.

Sing Sing was speechless. "Are you crazy?! Impulsiveness is the devil! Can't you calm down first?"

Silver Fox stared at him, the fierceness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by confusion and sorrow. "I'm sorry, I've lost my memory..."

"Then why did you come to Seattle? For tourism?"

"A feeling."

Feel?

This word was so blunt that it almost choked Sing Sing.

Has this woman's sixth sense evolved to the point of having built-in GPS navigation?

Finding clues relies entirely on quantum mechanics and metaphysics?

Just as he was mentally complaining, Silver Fox continued:

"A voice inside me guided me to this city. So I came, and after some twists and turns, I realized it was this place that attracted me."

"I thought there might be something here that could help me regain my memories. So I infiltrated the factory, but before I could find anything, I was attacked. You saw what happened after that."

Amnesia, headache, flashbacks...

This is a familiar formula; Logan's brain was also sieved by Stryker back in the day.

So you two went to the same doctor?

There's an even more critical problem.

Logan had previously mentioned that this woman was dead, killed by Sabretooth. So, this woman before him...

Alright, you're back from the dead.

These days in the Mutants community, you'd be embarrassed to go out without actually coming back to life.

"Let's think about the past later and talk about the present first?"

Sing Sing took out his cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette, and handed it to her. To his surprise, the woman actually took it.

Lighting two cigarettes, Old Zhou cut to the chase. "Have you ever heard of a white-haired, gray-skinned Mutants with red eyes, nicknamed 'Scatter'?"

Silver Fox took a sip, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "I've seen him. I've been in Seattle for a week now. I even witnessed him kill four people the day before yesterday."

Four? That's incredibly efficient!

"Two ordinary people, two Mutants. I checked the bodies; they were all connected to an organization, the X-Extraordinary Generation. They're a bunch of kids wearing homemade Cloaks, trying to be like the X-Men and fight evil. The youngest was only fifteen or sixteen."

Are furry kids trying to be superheroes?

Isn't this just a newbie who just created an account trying to grind Hell difficulty dungeons?

"There's one more thing."

Silver Fox dusted off his cigarette ash, his eyes looking strange.

"That madman would talk to thin air before killing someone, and after he finished, he would bow to the wall as if taking a curtain call."

"I observed him for a while and then ran away. That guy acted like a madman, it was creepy."

Talking to thin air?

Bowing in farewell?

Is this a double tap for "666"?

Still confused, Sing Sing decided to ask for more details, "What's the situation inside? Are there many guards?"

Silver Fox nodded. "Many, dozens of sentries, both overt and covert, all heavily armed. There are also Mutants guards; they won't be easy to deal with."

Sing Sing had a plan in mind.

Forcing his way in is a bad idea. He's unfamiliar with the terrain and there are many guards. If a fight breaks out, he'll be alerted and they'll burn the key evidence, making his trip pointless.

First, focus on the Scatter. This will prevent excessive casualties among local Mutants children, preserving a future pool of high-quality livestock... no, labor force, making recruitment easier later.

Secondly, that white-haired guy is loitering around here, and he might be colluding with the underground Core Zone. It would be a good opportunity to capture him as a hostage.

Come with me.

Silver Fox stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "Why?"

"Because I know your husband, and besides, you've already paid your two hundred yuan appearance fee, Zhou Dafu Fook's after-sales service should keep up, right? I'm a person who values integrity in business."

The Silver Fox stared at him for a long time.

This guy talks nonsense all the time, not a single word he says is serious, but...

"Okay, but you have to help me regain my memories."

"No problem!"

Sing Sing grinned, stubbed out his cigarette, and rubbed his hands together.

"Silver Fox, our department... oh wait, I mean our company is currently hiring more. Interested in taking the civil service exam?"

"Seven types of insurance and three types of housing fund, accommodation provided, paid annual leave, and year-end bonuses for outstanding employees..."

"Shut up!"

"Okay(`·ω·´)ゞ."

Miss Silver Fox

It's raining.

The young man in the blue Cloak scrambled forward.

A knife was stuck in his calf, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful, but he dared not look back.

There was no rush as people chased after them.

Scatter walked behind, carrying that oddly shaped gun.

His skin was grayish-purple, his white hair was plastered to his scalp, his red eyes had no iris, and his eye sockets were covered with black crackles.

Call out!

Three silver blades flew out of the smoke and pierced the young man's shoulders, thighs, and back, causing him to fall to the ground.

The Scatter ripped through the air, and with a slight pressure on his hand, his wrist bone snapped.

"Hero... Hero... Have mercy! I'll never wear Cloak and pretend to be a hero again! I'm going home... I'll work as a cashier at the supermarket tomorrow..."

Scatter didn't reply, but instead smiled and made a peace sign at the air in front of him, looking towards the alley entrance.

Tragic