A Red Diamond on Her Forehead, Playing Cards That Kill

The dark red glow slowly faded, revealing a laboratory on the screen.

In the center of the laboratory stood a high-backed black leather chair, and a woman was sitting in it.

She wore a well-tailored black court dress, her long, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her features exquisitely beautiful, and her eyes blood-red.

A diamond-shaped scarlet mark was embedded in the center of her forehead, emitting a faint red glow.

Taming failed, I can only watch it myself.

Li Qianhuan subconsciously took half a step back, and sparks of energy shimmered at her fingertips.

She couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but that face sent a chill down her spine—a shiver that stemmed from a biological instinct.

"What astonishing destructive power..."

The woman's voice leaked from the remaining sound system, carrying a strange metallic quality, languid with a hint of mockery.

"Stephen Chow, Agent 749 Bureau."

She immediately rattled off Sing Sing's name and exact identity. "You're more like a Beast than I imagined."

Colossus's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he stepped forward, shouting, "Who exactly are you?!"

The woman simply couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to this irrational big guy.

In her eyes, Colossus was just a low-level Mutants with brute force, not even worthy of her attention.

She continued to stare intently at Sing Sing on the screen, her gaze haughty and superior.

"Sugar Man is nothing but a piece of trash obsessed with inferior physical enhancements."

"As for the girl you rescued... she means nothing to me either."

As she said this, she glanced contemptuously at the pools of blood and severed limbs on the ground, and chuckled lightly without any emotion.

"And those dead trash, ha, just cheap consumables."

Hearing such remarks that treat human life as worthless is appalling.

Sing Sing's expression was surprisingly calm. He reached into his pocket, rummaged around, and then raised his right hand, pointing a miniature device directly at the screen.

The woman didn't stop him when she saw his actions; she even leaned back in her chair, raised her chin, and positioned herself at a more convenient angle for taking pictures.

"Drop!"

This frame has been simultaneously transmitted back to the joint database of the 749 Bureau, thousands of miles away.

That's enough.

They obtained all the information that could serve as evidence for tracing the source, including the other party's appearance and the distinctive mark on their forehead.

This is the kind of work a professional secret agent should do.

Even if the sky falls, the evidence must be sent back to headquarters first.

Even though Mondo hasn't officially started working yet, to him, as long as he signs the contract and acknowledges 749 Bureau as his unit, they are his own people whom he will protect with all his might.

From Toad in the sewers to Riptide, now a division-level cadre, he is the Polaris building a cross-sea passage in Qiongzhou.

Even now, there's Jiafeite and Longneck, still scratching their heads in pinyin training classes.

Which of these people wasn't constantly on the run from various forces, never able to get a peaceful night's sleep?

He traveled across half the globe to bring people back, arranged suitable jobs for them, paid their social security contributions, and taught them about Labor Laws.

The goal is to allow these people who have been abandoned by the world to live a peaceful life, instead of having to endure the life of constant danger and peril they once lived.

He went through all this trouble not to watch these people who had finally found a place to stay be used as experimental materials by these scum hiding in the gutter.

They treat them as props for entertaining alien audiences during live streams, killing them and then spitting on them, cursing them as worthless trash.

Sing Sing took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The smoke slowly dissipated into the air filled with dust and the smell of blood.

He was truly unwilling to accept it.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Sing Sing pointed at the woman on the screen. "Hey, lady, who are you? You're dressed like you're going to your ex-husband's funeral."

Li Qianhuan stared blankly at Sing Sing's back, very unsure if she had misheard.

With his life hanging by a thread, how could this man still have the mind to be sarcastic?

The woman's eyebrows twitched slightly, a very small movement, but it was real.

Sing Sing Chow didn't give her any chance to respond. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he took two steps forward and continued his relentless barrage of words.

"And that little red diamond-shaped sticker on your forehead, you probably bought it wholesale at the small commodities market for ten for two yuan, right?"

"If you think it's too expensive, I can talk to the manufacturer for you. You can get it for 1.5 yuan through my channels. Free shipping for bulk orders!"

"Hiding behind the screen all day, acting like a ghost, dressed up like a ghost crawling out of a coffin, does he really think he's something special?"

"Let me tell you! Even if I add two bunches of cilantro, you still can't cook a single dish that's fit for the table!"

"How dare you!"

The woman's voice trailed off; this was the first time she had been openly humiliated by her prey.

"I'm being presumptuous? I'm going to set this place on fire today!"

Sing Sing pointed Pig Butchering Knife at the screen and said, "Debts must be repaid, murderers must pay with their lives!"

"You harmed someone our 749 Bureau is protecting, and you even killed one of my newly signed employees..."

His smile vanished completely, replaced by the chilling look in his eyes that mirrored when he had slain the Sugar Man just a minute earlier.

"I'll settle this score with you face to face sooner or later, principal and interest!"

"In person?"

The woman suddenly laughed.

The smile was beautiful, so beautiful it was chilling, but there was no joy in her eyes.

"Stephen Chow, you overestimate yourself."

She slowly leaned back in her chair, her slender fingers tapping lightly twice on the armrest.

Do you think you can leave Seattle today?

"Go..." the woman whispered to the void.

"Complete your mission. If you can't kill Stephen Chow today... then you can die."

After he finished speaking, the screen went black with a "click," and the communication was completely cut off.

Sing Sing's hair stood on end.

He sensed a familiar energy fluctuation.

Kinetic energy is injected, the molecular structure rapidly becomes unstable, and the unique humming sound before the critical explosion occurs.

Playing cards!

Damn you!

Without a second thought, Sing Sing lunged forward and rolled twice on the shard-covered ground.

"Whoosh!"

Several dazzling pinkish-purple lights appeared out of thin air, and spinning playing cards flew past his body.

The card left a purplish-red afterimage in mid-air, blasting several fist-sized charred craters into the walls and ground.

With Pig Butchering Knife held horizontally in front of him, Sing Sing turned his head to look in the direction from which the attack was coming.

Deep in the shadows, a familiar figure stood there.

Hey cousin, we meet again!

The pupils on that face, which once wore a lazy smile, were now unfocused, like a finely crafted puppet being remotely controlled.

"Cousin?" Sing Sing called out tentatively.

Colossus, standing to the side, was also surprised. He had dealt with Gambit quite a bit. Just as he was about to call for help, Li Qianhuan grabbed his arm.

"Gambit," Remy LeBron did not answer.

With a flick of his wrist, a playing card imbued with kinetic energy was caught between his fingers, its pinkish-purple light casting flickering shadows on half of his face.

Before he could even utter another word to probe, the playing cards had already been thrown over.