Shattered Steel Arm, Blood-Red Defense
BOOM!
The sound of the charging cards made the entire hall shake three times.
With debris flying overhead, Sing Sing hopped and jumped among the rocks, his footwork seemingly chaotic yet orderly.
Across from me, the France in the trench coat had no intention of discussing the Basic Law at all.
He wielded the long stick with incredible speed, aiming straight for his head with a whistling sound.
As Sing Sing raised his Pig Butchering Knife, a cracking sound came from above, and a half-ton steel plate fell from the sky.
"Damn it! You son of a bitch!"
He then kicked the Gambit in the stomach, using the recoil to propel himself backward at high speed.
The moment his foot touched the ground, the steel plate crashed down on the spot where he had just been standing.
Standing in a relatively stable position, Old Zhou pointed at the Gambit and began to curse:
"You bastard! You really plan to bury us both here and seal our hearts in cement, huh? You used to brag to me Pinru your character was reflected in your cards, but now that you can't win, you resort to using terrain-based kills and cheating? You can't take a joke!"
The card player on the other side didn't utter a sound, and then spun over three more cards.
Sing Sing was completely exasperated. He flicked his toe and flipped up a half-foot-thick steel beam to block in front of him.
This style of play made him feel indescribably uncomfortable.
The Gambit played a completely reckless style, using the constantly collapsing building debris as natural weapons, forcing the space where he could dodge to become increasingly narrow. The Gambit himself stood behind the smoke and dust, comfortably throwing cards from a distance to deal damage.
A centrifuge, about half a person's height, fell from above and smashed into the spot where he had just been standing, leaving a large dent.
Sing Sing took three steps back and quickly glanced at his surroundings.
To the left was a pile of rubble half a person's height, and to the right was a jumble of deformed, broken equipment. Concrete debris was still falling from above, and there was hardly any place left to step on or grab onto.
The Gambit stepped out of the smoke and dust, pulling out another deck of cards with his left hand.
Judging by the thickness, there must be at least twenty more sheets left.
The Gambit gripped the entire stack of cards tightly in his palm; the purplish-red light shone so brightly that the cards were obscured.
This kid's risking his life!
Sing Sing clearly sensed that the kinetic energy accumulated in this deck of cards was terrifyingly large; a direct hit from it would either kill him or leave him severely injured.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hey buddy, wake up! Are you really planning to die here with me? Didn't you say you were going to Macau to make a fortune?!"
No one answered him.
With a flick of his wrist, the Gambit sent his top card flying out first.
This card didn't go in a straight line; instead, it took an absurdly cunning turn, bypassing the frontal defense and heading straight for the back of the heart.
Having anticipated this, Sing Sing watched the trajectory of the cards, his body already anticipating a dodge.
But the moment he made a move, all nineteen remaining cards flew out at the same time.
It covers all three directions—top, middle, and bottom—completely blocking all possible angles for dodging.
This move is the Gambit move; he calls it the Royal Flush, meaning no matter what cards you play, he always has the highest hand. He used to brag about it, which sounded pretty cool, but now that he's actually playing it, it's not cool at all.
"Hmph, a mere trick."
Sing Sing snorted coldly, remaining motionless, and sheathed his Pig Butchering Knife.
He raised his hand and channeled his Qi, intending to tough it out.
Just as the curved sign was less than two meters from his back, a gleaming steel wall suddenly crashed into him from the side.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Colossus, who was supposed to retreat with the group.
The burly Russian man suddenly turned around and charged forward, smashing through the wall beside him.
The momentum of the charge did not diminish at all. Before Old Zhou, who was preparing to exert his power, could even say hello, he was knocked more than ten meters away.
The twenty charging tokens detonated simultaneously the moment Colossus blocked them.
"Boom!"
The energy from the explosion spread directly throughout Colossus's body from the arm he swung.
His steel-like skin emitted a series of fine, dense metallic cracking sounds as it was crushed by the extreme kinetic energy.
"Bang!"
After the explosion ended, Colossus's left arm, from the shoulder down, was blown into dozens of gleaming silver fragments!
The advantage of his steel form was now becoming apparent: he wouldn't bleed.
In this environment, not bleeding means being able to stand.
"Are you crazy?!"
Sing Sing jumped up from the ground, furious.
"Who told you to come back! Your sister is waiting for you behind us!"
After experiencing a series of explosions, this tough man stood still and didn't fall down; there wasn't a trace of fear or regret on his face.
"I promised you. I'd go with you if you rescued Illyana."
Don't give me that nonsense!
You must live.
"Bullshit! Who asked you to exchange your arm for it..."
"I, Piotr, never break my word."
Sing Sing Chow's face was expressionless. Why, why does everyone have to be like this?
He couldn't understand it.
Why can't you value your own life?
Why do I always try to stand in front of him?
Mondo was just pierced through the chest by a long tongue, and now Colossus has lost an arm while blocking an explosion.
Do they really think he's just some nobody who's incompetent as the director of the 749 Bureau?
Sing Sing, brandishing his Pig Butchering Knife, said curtly, "Your arm... I'll have the bureau's top tech expert Da Vinci, give you a top-of-the-line replacement. It can withstand artillery shells, open beer bottles, and if he's in a good mood, I can even add a plasma cannon function. It'll be even better than the original."
"This counts as a work injury! I'll give you an extra 'Outstanding Employee' award, and the bonus will be enough to buy you a whole trainload of rye bread. Nobody'll care how much honey you smear on it. Now get out of my way and rest at the exit, don't get in my way!"
Colossus grinned, forcing a smile, and gritted his teeth as he moved a few steps to the side, blocking the entrance to the passage and cutting off Colossus's escape route.
Gambit paid no attention to Colossus who had barged in; his mind was now solely focused on the "Lady's " death order, and his target from beginning to end was only Sing Sing.
Just as he picked up a stone to infuse it with energy, Gambit's hand trembled uncontrollably, and the small stone fell to the ground with a "plop".
The twitching was so slight that Sing Sing wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't had such sharp eyes.
This is a genuine, instinctive resistance from the body!
This guy had been bragging to him earlier, smoking a cigarette, that he was the best card player in the entire universe.
When I have some free time in the future, I want to go to Macau and gamble for three days and three nights. Once I've won enough money, I'll buy a small island to retire on.
As Sing Sing looked at that familiar face, deep within those empty, dull red eyes, he could clearly see a rebellious soul struggling desperately, swearing at the so-called "Lady".
This vulnerability only lasts for a fleeting moment.
With a flick of his wrist, Sing Sing reversed his grip on the Pig Butchering Knife handle, crushing the broken stones on the ground and hurtling away at a low speed!
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
No matter who controls the Gambit, no matter how many dirty tricks that "Lady" has up her sleeve, he has to bring this guy back today.
Not one less.