It's Good to Be Alive

A large area above the ground collapsed.

With the dead-looking Gambit slung over his right shoulder and Colossus's only remaining right arm in his left hand, Sing Sing charged forward.

"What the hell is going on?! Have the construction crews in this lousy place taken too many kickbacks?"

He muttered curses under his breath, completely oblivious to the fact that most of the holes and collapses on the ground were his own doing.

Colossus remained silent, his severed left shoulder pressed against Mondo's waist, the metal scraping against the wall and sending sparks flying.

Fifty meters ahead of the main passage, an entire floor slab was knocked down, blocking the road and turning it into a slanted wall.

Colossus shook off Sing Sing's hand, shouted "Hurrah!" and swung his right fist in a wide arc, smashing it down!

"Bang!"

Gravel flew everywhere, and the fist did manage to sink in, but the floorboard remained as solid as a mountain, not being breached at all.

This tough guy finally ran out of energy. He had a broken arm and had been running for so long with his head down. Even a piece of iron would melt from exhaustion.

"Hey, get out of the way! I told you not to work out your legs at the gym, now you're powerless, aren't you? Let me do it!"

The Pig Butchering Knife was drawn, and the blade flashed along the crack, making a hole in it.

It's not very big; it's so narrow that you can only squeeze in sideways.

He first shoved the Gambit in, then pushed the Colossus around, yelling, "Hurry up and get it in! You're so big you're blocking my way, I'll have to use a spoon to dig it out!"

Colossus, head bowed, struggled to squeeze into the hole, but after only halfway in, he couldn't move. "Stephen... I'm stuck."

"Where did it get stuck? Are your glutes too developed to get through?"

"No, it's stuck in my crotch..."

"Damn it! Tuck in your stomach! Lift your butt! Let's go!"

Sing Sing kicked Colossus in the Colossus rear end, forcefully shoving him forward.

Sing Sing followed closely behind, peering inside. A piece of gravel the size of a fist fell down and hit him squarely on the forehead, making him curse in pain.

Why does he look so gay?

In another maintenance passage, Silver Fox carried Magik in one arm, while Li Qianhuan carried Mondo's corpse on her back, running extremely fast.

Little Fireworks ran and cried, especially since she couldn't feel the warmth of the person behind her, and her tears fell even more.

"Mondo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Silver Fox, who was running ahead, turned around and delivered a swift and decisive slap.

Silver Fox said indifferently, "Go cry if you want. If you die here, he will have died in vain."

After saying that, she lifted the Magik she was carrying, turned around, and continued running forward.

Silver Fox lacked confidence; she wasn't sure if she was inherently cold-hearted or if her numbness stemmed from losing her memory.

She was afraid, afraid that she would never remember who she was, afraid that she wouldn't even be able to find an excuse to pretend to Coldblood.

I followed the gossipy Zhou Dafu into this place to search for my memories.

But what does this frail woman she's holding have to do with her?

What did that dead fat man have to do with her?

She did all of this because of the name that came out of that guy's mouth.

Logan Howlett, what's the magic behind this name?

Could it be that before I lost my memory, I was a hopelessly infatuated person?

Li Qianhuan covered her stinging face, bit her lower lip, and forced back her tears as she quickly followed.

Hearing the grumbling behind him, Silver Fox glanced back discreetly to make sure the little girl hadn't fallen behind, and quickened his pace.

A vertical shaft lay across the way, and the iron ladder leading upwards was mostly broken.

Sing Sing looked at the unconscious Gambit on his back, then at the burly Russian man with only one arm, shook his head and sighed.

After thinking for a moment, he tore off Gambit's trench coat, shredded it into strips, and tied the man to his back.

Seeing this, Colossus half-squatted down and flattened his right knee.

Sing Sing Chow didn't stand on ceremony with him. He stepped on the iron knee for leverage, sprang up, and grabbed the bottom of the ladder in mid-air with one hand.

Pull-ups, somersaults, climbing onto the platform, and releasing the person—the movements are all performed in one smooth motion.

He bent down and stretched his left hand into the shaft.

Colossus leaped and grabbed it.

The weight of about 400 pounds made the muscles in Sing Sing's arms taut, and he dragged the person up inch by inch.

The bone in my right shoulder that was just reattached has shifted again by half.

Colossus planted his feet firmly on the platform, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

With a loud rumble, the passageway they had just been standing on was instantly filled with rubble, and a column of gray smoke shot up from the wellhead, choking them so much they couldn't open their eyes.

"Walk!"

Sing Sing hoisted the Gambit back onto his shoulder and hopped around on the scaffolding.

The last section of pipe broke off at his feet. He used the momentum to pull it up, grabbed the steel beam at the wellhead with one hand, and flipped himself out.

The man and the Gambit fell onto the Wasteland and rolled twice.

The night sky fades from pure black, and a layer of gray-blue rises on the horizon, neither black nor white, shining brightly precisely when people are at their most disheveled.

Sing Sing looked up and gasped for a few seconds before flipping back over and pulling Colossus up with him.

The moment the foot touched the ground, concrete from the wellhead began to fall straight down.

In the time it takes to breathe, the exit is completely blocked by rubble.

On the other side of South Harbor District, the drainage ditch cover was pushed open from the inside. Silver Fox first poked half of its body out, and only after confirming that the surroundings were safe did it climb back up.

After everyone had climbed out, the four of them looked at each other from an open space more than twenty meters apart.

Seeing that Sing Sing was still alive, Li Qianhuan finally remembered to chew the piece of bubble gum in her mouth, then her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground.

Colossus walked over and took his sister into his arms with one arm.

The Magik's face was deathly pale, his wounds on his limbs had formed dark brown scabs, and his breathing was very weak.

Silver Fox glanced at his empty left shoulder, then at the girl in his arms, said nothing, and turned to walk towards Sing Sing.

Sing Sing sat down against the crumbling wall, took out Marlboro from his inner pocket, and flicked out a bent cigarette.

He put a cigarette in his mouth, searched his pockets, but found no lighter.

Li Qianhuan sidled closer, lit a tiny spark of plasma the size of a grain of rice on her index finger, and ignited it for him.

Sing Sing took a deep breath, the smoke mingling with the morning mist as it rose. He stared at the wisp of smoke and thought, "It's so good to be alive."

The old cannery began to collapse beneath our feet, with the central area sinking first, followed by rows of walled warehouses that rolled inward, and gray pillars shooting into the sky.

In less than two minutes, the factory area of several thousand square meters was transformed into a giant crater with a diameter of over 100 meters.

Fragments of Sugar Man, remnants numbered 1.2, experimental equipment, traces of a cage...

It was completely buried underground.

Sing Sing squinted at the pit for a while, then bent down to straighten Mondo's open collar.

The movements were slow, for fear of hurting someone who no longer felt pain.

Silver Fox's ears twitched, and in the distance, police sirens grew louder as they approached. There was more than one siren; the rhythm changed, and at least three police cars and two fire trucks appeared.

Higher up, helicopter navigation lights flashed as they moved closer.

"Pack your things and get out of here. This area will probably be cordoned off within five minutes."

Sing Sing extinguished the last spark, propped himself up against the wall, and gave a sharp whack on the old wound on his waist left by the Lady Deathstrike.

He gritted his teeth, straightened his back, bent down, picked up Mondo, and placed him steadily on his left shoulder.

With Gambit on his right shoulder and Mondo on his left, the two men pressed down on a man covered in blood.

Colossus followed with Magik in his arm, while Silver Fox pushed the dazed Li Qianhuan at the back.

The faint light rising from the horizon pierced through the mist and fell upon the disheveled group of people.