Add a Few Beds

When they returned to the underground base, the rock passage opened by Mondo was still there.

The group retraced their steps and went back. Sing Sing put the Gambit on his shoulder to the ground, and the France didn't even utter a sound, sleeping soundly.

Colossus gently placed Magik on the old mattress in the corner and tucked the blanket around her with one arm.

Li Qianhuan plopped down on the ground, leaning against the wall, too exhausted even to chew bubble gum.

Silver Fox was the last to enter. He scanned the entire room and confirmed that nothing had changed.

All eyes fell on the fire, where the Scatter was still wriggling on the ground.

The alien assassin had chewed the stinky sock stuffed in his mouth to shreds, and he was using his tongue to push out the bits of fabric piece by piece. He would push out a small section, then it would get stuck again, and he would try to push it out again.

The scene was quite disgusting at one point.

"Wow, you're pretty resilient, still playing Thaddeus Ross roulette over there?"

Sing Sing walked over and flipped him over with his toes.

Scatter on its back, its eyes glaring at him, making muffled noises in its throat, hatred practically spitting from its nostrils.

"That..."

Li Qianhuan her hand and asked, "Did your acupressure actually work?"

"Nonsense! My acupressure technique has been certified by both the Huangdi Neijing and the An Actor Prepares! How could it not work?"

Sing Sing raised his chin, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Then why can he still twist like a maggot?"

"Because he's currently bound by my anomalous containment restraints and high-strength handcuffs!" Sing Sing said, hands on his hips, with conviction.

Does that matter?

"Of course! This is called 'Schrödinger's Acupoint Technique'! As long as he's handcuffed and there's no way to prove he can break free, my acupressure is 100% effective!"

Silver Fox was too lazy to participate in this idiotic debate. He squatted down to check the handcuffs and restraints, and only stood up after confirming that they were secure.

Just then, a buzzing sound came from above.

A small black ball floated in from the passageway, wobbling along, and flew straight to Sing Sing, stopping right in front of him. The camera was pointed directly at his face.

Sing Sing was stunned for a moment, staring wide-eyed at the high-definition camera on the ball.

Isn't that Scatter that follows the dribble?

They disappeared after the fight at the slaughterhouse, how did they end up here?

"Damn, this thing even has an auto-navigation feature for revenge?" Sing Sing took a step back.

With a soft "beep," a holographic light screen was projected outward from the surface of the black sphere.

On the light screen, densely packed alien text frantically filled the screen.

It was accompanied by a variety of colorful and visually striking special effects.

"What is this? Is it infected with a Trojan virus? Macau's first online casino has launched?"

Sing Sing squinted and leaned closer.

Amazingly, when his gaze focused on the light screen, the garbled alien text seemed to have an automatic Chinese localization plugin installed, instantly transforming into simplified Chinese that he could understand.

"What's written on it?" Silver Fox also cautiously approached.

Sing Sing's face went from confusion to shock, and finally froze in a strange state of mixed ecstasy and constipation.

"They said..."

Old Zhou pointed at the screen. "Now it's the 'The streamer is dead, burn some paper money if you need anything' segment. These bored alien onlookers want me to just kill this white-haired monster right now as an execution bonus, and they're going to send me gifts!"

The light screen flashed even more wildly, with a continuous barrage of reward effects, filling the screen with urging messages.

[Top donor 'Mojoworld Eddie Peng' gifted: A virtual Star Destroyer wreckage! P. S.: Give the new guy a bonus!]

[Comment 1: Hahaha, even the former streamer has met his match! This new Earthling is so wild, his playstyle has a kind of uncouth beauty, I love it! Hurry up and do it! Twist off his head and kick it like a ball!]

[Comment 2: Hurry up, new streamer! If you take him down, this limited edition Livestream Orb is yours! You can also inherit his three million fans! You'll instantly reach the pinnacle of stardom!]

[Comment 3: Stop being stingy! Give me something useful! Earthling, want Kryptonite? If you take him down, I'll give you a ton of high-purity green Kryptonite with free shipping, how about that? At a bargain price!]

[Comment 4: Kryptonite is nothing! You take him down, and I'll get you a Stark Industries Mark Armor (battle-damaged, refurbished version), plus a three-day auto repair tutorial! Guaranteed to teach you everything!]

Please give me a small gift~

Sing Sing was speechless.

So these alien viewers watched the live stream all night, saw the streamer get killed at the end, and now they're all clamoring to see the execution segment?

Are your alien moral standards flexible and changeable?

The wails, Scatter across the ground, grew even louder, and the body writhed wildly.

I don't know if I'm angry at these fickle viewers for betraying me, or angry that I'm about to be used as a sales gimmick.

Sing Sing's eyes darted around.

"This thing is so cool? It can even airdrop supplies across star systems? Is shipping free or cash on delivery? Do I have to pay customs duties?"

"Calm down!"

Silver Fox slapped away his hand as he tried to touch the Livestream Orb.

"This is all alien technology! Even if you got your hands on it, it would be a huge problem. Do you want to open an interstellar black market on Earth?"

"What does it matter! Introducing advanced alien equipment is called attracting investment! Don't you understand that economic development is the central task?" Sing Sing covered the back of his hand and argued illogically.

However, reason prevailed; he was also afraid that the ball might be some kind of coordinate-stealing locator.

For safety's sake, Sing Sing crouched down, pulled out Pig Butchering Knife, brandished it a couple of times in front of the Scatter, and after a barrage of physical interrogation to figure out how to forcibly shut down and bind the Livestream Orb, he directly chopped the Alien Maggot unconscious with a chop to the neck.

He carefully stuffed the Livestream Orb into the Dimension Box, intending to give it to Da Vinci for research upon returning to China.

Who knows, they might be able to create an intergalactic live-streaming e-commerce platform and ruthlessly exploit aliens!

"Alright, stop joking around and get down to business. What do we do now?"

Sing Sing looked around.

A muscular man with a broken arm, barely holding on; two seriously injured men, unconscious.

A girl whose energy is completely depleted, plus an amnesiac female assassin who doesn't even know who she is.

In addition, there was an alien prisoner and a body.

There's also myself, covered in blood, with my right shoulder dislocated a second time, and an old injury throbbing in my lower back.

It was practically a tour group of the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled.

"We're going to Canada, Alpha Flight."

"Alpha Flight? That official Canada superhero team?"

"Oh, you still know this even though you've lost your memory?"

"You haven't lost your common sense," Silver Fox stared at him, "How would a used car dealer in Vancouver know a Canada superhero team?"

"Hey, when it comes to doing business, it's all about building good relationships."

Sing Sing remained calm and collected, and lies came out of his mouth without batting an eye.

"Their captain had me modify his car before, he's a regular customer. I even did the window tinting on that bulletproof pickup truck. Next time you buy a car, I'll give you a 20% discount."

Silver Fox didn't believe a word of it, but didn't press for details.

Li Qianhuan raised her hand weakly. "I only have one question... Is food provided?"

"Guan, the food over there is great! There's a dinosaur recovering from its injuries there, and it gets six cows and twenty sheep per meal. You'll benefit from it."

"Dinosaur?!"

You'll see when you get there.

After saying that, Sing Sing took out his phone and dialed a number.

It rang three times before the other end answered.

"Little Snow, could you please add a few more beds for me? I need to bring a truckload of wounded soldiers over."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"... several?"