I Think This Is Canada

"You two, coming together to see me off in the middle of the night?"

Sing Sing bent down to pick up the cigarette from the ground, dusted it off, and put it back in his mouth.

"Just so you know, I'm a cheapskate; fifty yuan is enough for a gift. Any more and I'm afraid it will shorten my lifespan."

The Omega Red emerged from the firelight, its grayish-white skin bearing several dark red growths that were still wriggling.

"China... you made me swallow that madman's cancer cells!"

Sing Sing was taken aback. "No way?"

Is this my fault too?

"Hey! You have to be reasonable! You found Deadpool yourself and took the bait willingly! It's like getting a stomachache from eating at a buffet!"

"And aren't you still alive and kicking? That proves our old China saying is true: fight poison with poison, and you'll be immune to all poisons."

The Omega Red grinned, a smile that was utterly menacing.

"I'll slowly drain you dry... First, I'll take the life out of one of your legs, leaving you kneeling! Then I'll take an arm, leaving you crawling on your stomach!"

"I'll leave you with your last breath, so you can watch me bring your companions back one by one!"

"Oh, you even know how to schedule processes? Looks like the people behind you are doing KPI assessments too. Tell me, is it Stryker or that bra lady?"

Before the other party could reply, Sing Sing immediately started moving, his entire body sliding sideways close to the ground.

Four carbon-tungsten alloy tentacles crisscrossed and penetrated the asphalt road surface, protruding from where he had just stood, sending gravel flying up to a height of half a person.

The Guardian's voice came through the Bluetooth headset. "Mr. Zhou, the plasma pulse cannon is fully charged and requesting firing parameters."

"Shoot that gray-skinned bastard! Shot him in the face!"

Two blue-white beams of light shot out from the slope 400 meters away. The Omega Red was completely unprepared for Old Zhou's reinforcements and was blasted away, rolling several times.

He got up and saw that a patch of charred skin on his chest was slowly healing.

Omega Red looked down at the scorch marks on its chest, then looked up at the slope, grinning, "And little toys..."

"Mr. Zhou, the enemy's regeneration rate exceeds the predicted model by 200%. We suggest adjusting the tactics to 'You give Luda!'"

"Besides running away, what other suggestions would you have?"

"I would also suggest playing 'See You Again'."

"Mute your microphone and keep firing! Keep the barrage going!"

Sing Sing tapped his feet repeatedly, circling around to the flank of the Omega Red, Pig Butchering Knife unleashed a burst of light, sweeping across the base of the tentacles at his waist.

As soon as the blade pierced the tentacle, a layer of purplish-black mist surged from the cut.

Death Factor.

Sing Sing decisively abandoned the knife and retreated. With a flick of his right index finger, the Pig Butchering Knife broke free from the tentacles and flew back into his palm. The black mist wrapped around the knife was dissipated by the Inner Qi.

A sudden pain shot through the old wound on my waist where the Lady Deathstrike had pierced me.

The closer the black mist got, the more intense the pain became in the old wound, and even the circulation of Inner Qi became slightly sluggish.

"Can you feel it?"

The Omega Red spreads its arms, and six tentacles extend from behind it.

"Your wounds are afraid of me... your blood is afraid of me... every cell in your body is afraid of me! Haha!!"

"My cells have a low level of cultural literacy; I don't believe what they say."

Sing Sing was very stubborn, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't let this thing touch him.

In a war of attrition, his life is essentially the enemy's "energy bank."

We need to act quickly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Lady Deathstrike standing silently at the edge of the firelight, her ten alloy claws hanging at her sides like ten swords sheathed.

She is waiting.

Wait until you reveal a weakness.

The Omega Red's six tentacles erupted simultaneously.

Sing Sing flipped backward in the air, three tentacles slashed at the ground, and a fourth slammed down from above. He parried it head-on with his sword.

Clang!

The fifth tentacle emerged silently from the ground, heading straight for his old injury in the lower back.

"Mr. Zhou! To the left!"

The Guardian's electromagnetic anchor grappled through the air, its claws snapping into the tentacle and forcibly pulling it off course by half a foot.

Thanks, son!

You're welcome, Dad.

"Damn it! Who are you trying to take advantage of?!"

Sing Sing used the momentum to spring up, his blade flashing as he severed the two tentacles that were wrapping around him.

The black mist gushing from the broken end covered his face. He held his breath and retreated, his Inner Qi burning a layer of white vapor on his body, forcing the black mist back.

Just then, I heard a whistling sound behind my ear.

Ten alloy claws slashed at his wrist and throat from tricky angles.

That's ridiculously fast.

Sing Sing twisted his body, the Pig Butchering Knife flashed back in defense, and with two crisp clangs, he parried away one of the claws.

The remaining claw slashed across the chest from the left arm.

He hunched his shoulders and pulled in his stomach, his claws brushing against his chest, tearing his shirt open and revealing two parallel lines of blood on his chest.

"Warning, vital signs are declining, immediate action recommended..."

"Suggestions my ass! Full firepower! Bomb that woman!"

The plasma pulse cannon on the slope turned, and Lady Deathstrike rolled over lazily, the beam blasting shallow craters behind her.

One can't suppress from a distance, and the other is a hard counter in melee combat.

These two together are practically a funeral package tailor-made for Zhou.

The Omega Red slowly approaches, its tentacles regrowing and becoming fully formed.

"Your knife is very fast. I've never seen your kung fu before."

His tone carried a hint of pleasure, like appraising prey.

"So I've changed my mind. I won't drain you dry. I'm going to make you into my collection, keep you in a jar, and place you in the center of the battlefield where I'll kill Wolverine someday!"

"Collect my ass!"

Sing Sing suddenly sprang into action, unleashing two swift blade strikes.

The Omega Red's six tentacles crossed to form a shield, taking the brunt of the two attacks, though two of the tentacle shields shattered.

But he laughed out loud, "Great! Let's do it again!"

Sing Sing didn't come back.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently.

In the Bluetooth headset, the Guardian's voice became unusually serious:

"Mr. Zhou, according to the real-time combat power model, your win rate has dropped to 31%. I request to activate the self-destruct program to try and save you..."

"Turn down."

Sing Sing wiped the dust off his face.

"You've only been out of the factory for three months, you're not going to self-destruct, that's called premature death."

Just as the Lady Deathstrike and Omega Red were trying to surround and attack Sing Sing.

The sky and earth changed color.

The sky darkened.

A gust of wind swept in from the end of the road, carrying ice shards that lashed at the three of them, causing the temperature to plummet.

The snow fell suddenly, as if from nowhere.

A pure white figure descended slowly from the sky, passing through the snow curtain.

A long, icy blue cloak unfurled in the wind and snow, and the diamond-shaped ornaments on the wing-shaped headdress glowed with a faint blue light. Wherever it passed, the wind and snow automatically parted to the sides.

The high-heeled boots clicked softly on the icy pavement.

Snowbird.

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Sing Sing stood there, stunned, with a cigarette butt that had long since gone out in his mouth.

"Little Snow?! What are you doing here?! Didn't you say you were useless once you left Canada?! This is fucking United States! Washington State!!"

The Snowbird stood in the wind and snow, its icy blue eyes sweeping over the two of them before finally settling on Sing Sing's face, which was filled with shock.

She tilted her head slightly, her tone matter-of-fact:

"I feel like this is Canada."