Alien killer? A livestreaming influencer!

"Stay here and rest. Little Chubby, lead the way, let's go meet that white-haired monster."

Li Qianhuan snorted and crossed her arms, "Hey, uncle, are you even capable? He's holding a high-tech bladed gun; one shot and he'll turn you into a sieve."

"Sieve?"

Sing Sing raised one eyebrow, his face clearly showing his displeasure. He reached up and brushed a few stray strands of his flamboyant side-parted hair from his forehead, straightening his back.

"Little sister, aren't you young? Don't you know which two words men hate to hear the most?"

"I, Zhou, am a wandering swordsman, specializing in curing all kinds of dissent and difficult cases! Turn it into a sieve? A sieve is good; I can borrow it later to scoop out noodles!"

I'm not someone to be trifled with.

He turned and snapped his the Snap Mondo.

"Let's go, this is the first practical assessment for new employees. Lead the way!"

Silver Fox stood to the side, arms crossed, and said, "You don't even know their firepower or mutant abilities. Are you just going to lead me and this rookie to our deaths?"

"Die? What bad luck! Pah!"

Sing Sing shook his head, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a click as Li Qianhuan fanned him in disgust.

"What's most important in business? The source of goods! Right now, this white-haired monster is our only source."

"If we can just grab this scoundrel as a mouthpiece, then all the secrets of those Sugar Man and salt man in the Core Zone will be laid bare, won't they?"

"Absurd," Silver Fox retorted coldly. "Gambling your life on luck? You're a complete madman."

"Wrong! Luck is always a part of ability."

Sing Sing Chow grinned. "Besides, even if the sky falls, I, the director, will hold it up. What are you afraid of? The Work Injury Bureau will fully reimburse you, 100% compensation!"

Southport, Seattle.

The old, dilapidated streetlight on the corner flickered on and off, and Mondo removed the assimilation camouflage he used to conceal himself.

His large, slightly obese body was thus exposed.

According to the script that Director Zhou arranged for him in a small meeting before he took office, his current role is that of a "lost, helpless, weak, and pitiful Mutants bait."

Therefore, he deliberately wandered around the intersection aimlessly.

We've been wandering around this area for an hour now.

Thirty meters from the intersection, two figures were hiding behind the repair shop sign.

"This Little Chubby's acting is too exaggerated."

"Not to mention his gait, his face was so tense it looked like he'd been constipated for three days. Whose innocent passerby would act like that in the middle of the night? Isn't this blatantly telling bad guys, 'I have something to hide, come and arrest me'?"

"It's so embarrassing, it's a huge disgrace to our company."

Silver Fox ignored this lunatic who was spouting nonsense, gripping the hilt of his knife tightly and focusing intently on the movements at the street corner.

"Hey, I need to talk to you about something."

Sing Sing nudged her with his elbow, "When you're ready to fight, don't steal my kills. This is crucial for my year-end push to Division-Level department head. Stealing my kills is like killing my parents!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh..."

Strangely fierce

Just then, a faint clanging sound of metal came from the end of the empty street.

I don't know when the fog started.

In the damp, cold mist, a tall, eerie shadow emerged.

The newcomer wore a pair of heavy military boots, and his grayish-purple skin was incredibly eerie.

It was Scatter, the killer who struck fear into the hearts of Mutants on the streets of Seattle.

Half a meter above the Scatter shoulder, a small black sphere was suspended.

The Scatter was extremely excited, grinning widely at the suspended sphere and chattering away in some unknown dialect.

He had barely finished muttering that when he spotted Mondo under the streetlight.

Without any hesitation, Scatter raised the exaggeratedly designed bladed gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

A piercing whistling sound rang out.

Several sharp silver blades shot out from the gun barrel, cutting through the rain and heading straight for Mondo.

Mondo was prepared; his chubby hands grabbed the red fire hydrant next to him.

In the blink of an eye, his once chubby arms transformed into hard cast iron, and blades rained down on them, sending them flying.

Having taken the hit, Mondo immediately recalled the script taught by Director Zhou and quickly deactivated his Iron Transformation.

He quickly deactivated his iron-like state, clutched his arms, let out a scream, and scrambled away towards the back of the street.

That direction led to an abandoned meat slaughterhouse that they had scouted out beforehand.

"Trying to escape?"

Scatter let out a maniacal laugh, a gleam of pleasure in his eyes, and chased after them, spear in hand.

The fact that he didn't kill his prey instantly was exactly what he wanted. He loved watching his prey struggle for its life; he thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of this cat-and-mouse game!

He chased, he fled.

The two walked one after the other and soon arrived at the entrance of the slaughterhouse.

Just as Mondo's figure disappeared behind a row of abandoned cold storage doors, Scatter stepped through the door.

Just as the Scatter passed the threshold, two dark figures silently leaped down.

"Clang!"

Sing Sing slammed the metal gate shut.

The only exit was completely blocked.

The situation has become a situation where they can trap a turtle in a jar.

Silver Fox drew his twin swords and crouched low.

Scatter stared at the two blocking the doorway, his eyes revealing a Bloodlust frenzy like that of someone eyeing a prime prey.

The small, spherical object floating beside him spun around with a "buzz," and the camera quickly focused on Sing Sing.

Sing Sing stood still, tilted his head, squinted, and stared intently at the black ball for two seconds.

There were no energy fluctuations, and no thermal weapon lock-on.

This is just a portable tracking camera; it has absolutely no offensive capabilities!

"So she's an online influencer who does live streaming!"

Director Zhou immediately relaxed, flicked his flamboyant bangs, put his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, and strode forward a few meters with a pigeon-toed gait.

"Hey kid, did you offend some Tony with this look?"

"Look at your hair! It's bleached like straw, and the dye job is terrible. But the foundation is so thick! It looks like you just pulled out of a cement pool!"

"And those dark circles! Your eyeliner's all smudged and oozing out, hasn't it? Did you attend some training courses at the 'Funeral Love Family' (a popular online forum for celebrities who love to smudge and bleed)?"

Sing Sing got more and more excited as he spoke:

"You're out here in the middle of the night looking like this, scaring people. Shouldn't you give me and this Lady an invoice for emotional distress? It's a business transaction, so you'll have to pay the tax yourself!"

This illogical yet highly insulting nonsense shattered the somber atmosphere in the factory.

Of course, Scatter couldn't understand who Tony was, nor could he understand how much tax was levied on compensation for emotional distress.

But he completely understood the extreme contempt and mockery in the tone of this tiny human being before him!

For a ruthless killer who wants to impress a global audience, this kind of contempt is worse than being killed!

"Bang bang!"

The rapidly spinning silver blade hurtled straight toward Sing Sing.