The Ride-Share Driver Is Ready
Early in the morning, a suspicious-looking man was squatting in the corridor of the Alpha Flight's Medical Zone.
Sing Sing had a pen in his mouth and a piece of paper open in his hand.
Colossus has promised to hire him, and he will bring his own Red Star Mechanical Arm, covering any work-related injuries.
Magik, Illyana.
Family relocation, space-related, the dream girl of Wandering Girl.
Space-based systems are amazing! If we get more of these, we can even drive down our department's logistics costs...
Li Qianhuan, member of the inspection team, is responsible for her own inspection expenses; please keep the invoice.
This is an important potential customer, so I have to treat him well. But if the invoice is not compliant, I'll have to send it back for re-attachment.
Moon-Boy, Devil Dinosaur, Gambit...
The pen paused for a moment.
Mondo
He wrote the name very slowly. After finishing, he added a parenthesis at the end: Martyr.
Scatter, a subject of study by Da Vinci.
The last name is still blank. Should Silver Fox write it or not?
This woman is now a Schrödinger's recruit.
Even though she joined the group, she maintained a cold, aloof demeanor the entire time, her "stay away" barrier thicker than the Wailing Wall.
Even if she wasn't part of the group, she was the one who drove the car, pointed out the route, and rescued the person.
Just as Sing Sing was pondering whether he should first make a grand promise to lure people in—
"Stephen!"
The Moon-Boy's voice rang out from the other end of the corridor, and the Little Monkey ran all the way up. "Little Fear can be discharged now!"
Sing Sing took the discharge report and glanced at it.
Wound healing rate: 100%.
Mental state: Good.
Weight:...
He stared at the number in the weight column and remained silent for three seconds.
"Did you secretly sign it up for a mukbang training course behind my back?"
Sing Sing's eye twitched. If the Blue Elf were teleported to this thing, they'd probably have their brains splattered dry on the spot, right?
You're overweight!
"Stephen, when are we going home?" the Moon-Boy asked carelessly.
"Almost there. Let me persuade... no, I mean, win over the last employee."
When it was completely dark, Sing Sing found the Silver Fox on the snowy slope outside the base.
He was in the same position and facing the same direction as a week ago, still looking south.
She looks like a frozen, waiting-for-husband rock.
"Hey," Sing Sing walked over, "We're going back to China tomorrow, are you coming with us?"
There was silence in the snow for about five seconds.
Silver Fox looked at Sing Sing beside him, drew the short knife from his waist, and pressed it against Stephen Chow's Adam's apple.
"What... do you want me to do?"
"Sing Sing, Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau of China, at the Deputy Division-Level?"
"All correct!"
Sing Sing Chow barely moved his chin, nodding only with his eyelids. "That day at the Sugar Man, what that bra-wearing lady said was true; I am indeed a poor HR person."
Why did you save me?
"On the way."
"You could have completely ignored me that night."
"I'm a kind-hearted person, and I can't stand seeing pretty girls being chased and killed. You know, I'm just too soft-hearted."
Sing Sing Chow chuckled twice, then, seeing Silver Fox's eyes harden, immediately changed his tune:
"Okay, that's a lie. The real reason is that you're more useful alive than dead; I have recruitment KPIs to meet."
After speaking, Sing Sing's hand slowly moved under Silver Fox's gaze.
He reached two fingers into his pocket and pulled out a small booklet; the cover had a line of gold lettering:
Overseas Special Talent Reception Service Manual
"What page was it again..."
He turned the page with one hand, his posture incredibly awkward.
"Found it. Articles 11 through 16, I'll read them to you."
Article 11: The receiving unit shall not interrogate the individual about their past experience. Article 12: The individual has the right to refuse to demonstrate or explain their own abilities.
Article 13: I have the right to refuse to participate in any form of research, sampling, documentation, or rating. Article 14: I may apply to leave the base at any time, and the unit must provide transportation and necessary travel expenses within 72 hours.
Article 15: If you are dissatisfied with the reception staff, you can file a complaint through the following methods...
Silver Fox sneered, "Weapon X has also used beautiful paper, and its binding is even more exquisite than yours."
Sing Sing didn't argue, put the booklet back in his pocket, and his eyes became unusually serious.
"If you want to regain your memories, you must come back with me to see him. If you can't remember anything, you can turn around and leave. I'll pay for your plane ticket, economy class."
The knife was removed from his neck.
Silver Fox stood behind him, remaining silent for a long time.
"Good."
The sword was sheathed with a soft click.
To Sing Sing, the sound was like the celestial music of a successful online check-in.
The next day, in the cafeteria.
Li Qianhuan, carrying a tray, approached Silver Fox like a radar, her eyes gleaming with gossip. "Hey, you looked like you were going to kill him yesterday, why are you leaving now?"
"Go check something." Silver Fox picked up a piece of stewed beans, his expression calm.
"Confirm what?"
You'll know when you get there.
Li Qianhuan's gaze drifted to Sing Sing, who was queuing for food not far away, especially to the thin red mark on the side of his neck.
Hiss...
Is there an unexpected surprise?
"I understand!"
Little Firework gasped and covered her mouth.
"You guys... you're totally shipping each other!"
"What do you know?" Silver Fox frowned slightly.
"Nothing, nothing!"
Li Qianhuan her head, her mind already automatically playing out an eighty-episode melodramatic soap opera.
What a domineering agent's cold-faced wife, that night she forced him to submit with a knife, their relationship went from love-hate to reconciliation and running away with the baby, they even thought of a nickname for their child, "Little Knife".
Silver Fox looked at her face, which changed like a palette of colors, and gave up asking further questions.
That guy's head is full of useless nonsense.
3 PM, Alpha Base lobby.
A circle of purple light lit up the ground, and the light patterns rotated.
A girl with gray-blue skin landed at the center of the aperture.
The Wandering Girl took a big sip of her milk tea and scanned the group of people carrying large and small bags.
She felt like a heartless rideshare driver.