Wahoo, Taking Off? I'll Send You to Your Grave on the Spot!

In the rearview mirror, the white sphere sprayed with "MOJO-TV" followed for almost twenty minutes, with a red dot flickering on and off at the bottom of the casing.

Sing Sing gripped the steering wheel of the beat-up Ford with one hand, while pulling the Whimsical Gun from his waistband with the other.

Just as he was about to take aim, he suddenly remembered that he should turn the thing around first.

Before he could turn his gun around, two Hover Motorcycles, spewing fluorescent purple flames, sprang out from the salt flats to the side, their bodies covered in dazzling LED light strips.

The riders, dressed in tight-fitting combat suits, one sporting a green mohawk and the other a blond slicked-back hairstyle, simultaneously made exaggerated hand gestures towards the drone's camera.

Green Hair frantically made two-finger peace signs at the Livestream Orb hovering above his head:

"Hey guys! Family! Send some gifts, and you'll get a kill in no time! I'm your Wilderness Conqueror, Lightning Billy! See that old car with peeling paint over there? Tonight, the streamer has arranged a live unboxing event for you all, worth three million Star Coins!"

The blond-haired man with the slicked-back hair twisted the handlebars, swung the motorcycle sideways in front of the Ford, and started shouting at the top of his lungs:

"I'm Thunder Jack! If you haven't followed me yet, please do! Today, we, the High-Speed Brothers, will show that native who just blew Scatter the trash can what true dimensional reduction strikes mean! Wuhu, take off!"

Sing Sing's face darkened. How could he, a dignified Deputy Division-Level cadre in China, be mistaken for a monster during an outdoor live stream by two punks riding motorcycles with flashy lights?

That's outrageous!

These alien gangs are incredibly rude!

Enraged, Old Zhou slammed on the gas, but the beat-up car could only go from 60 mph to 80 mph.

Lightning Billy laughed so hard he almost fell over on his motorcycle, "Look, folks! This native's in a panic! He's stuck here, right here! Slowing down to 80 miles per hour, even my grandma in her wheelchair can drift faster than him!"

After he finished speaking, Thunder Jack pulled a plasma pistol from his back waist, "Give the guys a blowout!"

Bang!

Fortunately, this guy's aim was terrible; the blue plasma bullet grazed the wheel hub and blasted a crater in the salt crust.

Sing Sing rolled down the car window, stuck half his head out, and said with a kind look in his eyes, "Hey you two in the back, you can miss such a big target. Your hands are shaking so much, I suggest you turn right and see a neurologist, get the water out of your brains before you come out here trying to make a living."

Lightning Billy's face darkened. "You're asking for it!"

Seeing that he couldn't shake off his pursuers, Old Zhou came up with a plan. He turned the steering wheel, and the car veered off the road and plunged into the salt flats.

Then Old Zhou pushed open the car door, rolled out, and tumbled three times on the ground.

Unfortunately, his cool demeanor lasted only two seconds before the bulky, hollow, gold-plated chain around his neck swung around and slapped him squarely on the eyelid.

"Ouch--it hurts so much (°Д°)!"

Two hunters' Hover Motorcycle drew an arc in the air and flanked them.

Thunder Jack brandished a short, crackling stick, looking down at him condescendingly. "Run! Keep running! Weren't you being tough just now?"

Green Hair leveled the gun again, grinned at the camera, and said, "Top donor 'Mojoverse' sent ten superconducting Rockets! Thank you, bro! The streamer will now do as bro requests and sever his tendons!"

Sing Sing half-squatted on the ground, his right hand gripping Pig Butchering Knife hidden behind his back, while his left hand feigned a plea for mercy.

"No, no! Gentlemen! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! I'm just a middleman dealing in smuggled used cars. If you want US dollars, I have two thousand US dollars in change in this car, all consecutive serial numbers!"

The two aliens circling around Sing Sing Chow weren't in a hurry to make a move.

Lightning Billy scoffed, "Idiot! Your stats have been leaked everywhere! You really think we can identify you by your appearance? Your biothermia has been locked down long ago!"

Thunder Jack swung his alloy bat past Sing Sing:

"Relax, kid. I'm going to break a few of your ribs later, so you better scream a lot! Haha!"

Just as the two Hover Motorcycle were closing the distance, Sing Sing's eyes sharpened.

With a burst of power from her feet, she darted sideways like a ghost, her silicone belly swaying in the air, looking rather comical, yet her movements were exceptionally agile.

The Pig Butchering Knife shot out from its sheath, its cold light aimed straight for Lightning Billy's throat.

"Damn it, you despicable scoundrel!"

Lightning Billy reacted too late and hastily raised his gun to block.

With a snap, the sharp Pig Butchering Knife severed the gun barrel on the spot, and Old Zhou spun around, the back of the knife smashing into his chest.

"Pfft!"

Lightning Billy coughed up a mouthful of blood and was thrown off the motorcycle, crashing to the ground and convulsing.

Sing Sing grabbed the flying motorcycle, his eyes shining brightly—this was a real treasure!

Isn't this thing much better than the junk I bought?

When I get back from my business trip, I'll take it back for Wenxi to study; maybe we can mass-produce it!

With the bureau's travel efficiency greatly improved, wouldn't Wang Pangzi promote him to section chief?

Thunder Jack was dumbfounded. "Billy?!"

In less than a second, his partner, ranked in the top fifty of the underground fighting rankings on Mojoworld, was defeated before he could even last a single exchange?

"You're asking for it!!"

Jack was filled with shock and rage, and his alloy stun baton swept across the room with a blinding flash of lightning.

Sing Sing was lost in his dream of getting promoted and making a fortune. He casually took a step back to avoid the limelight, completely forgetting that he was currently dressed as a "nouveau riche" with a 30-pound fake belly.

Smack!

The tip of the alloy rod brushed against the fake belly.

The high-density medical-grade silicone material shattered instantly under ultra-high voltage current and blunt impact, and the pale yellow filling gel inside shot out with a crackling sound.

Thunder Jack withdrew his stick, staring dumbfounded at the pool of colorful, sticky, stringy, translucent colloid on the ground.

What kind of freakish physiological structure is this?!

With one blow, the native's stomach exploded into a bloody mess.

Where are the intestines?

What about the internal organs?

What kind of alien virus is this huge pool of yellowish, smoky liquid that's flowing out?!

Even more frightening was that Sing Sing, lying on the ground, was trembling as he pressed his hands against his ruptured stomach, with two lines of regretful tears even squeezing out from the corners of his eyes.

This disguise hasn't even lasted a day!

But from Thunder Jack's perspective, the scene transforms into a completely different, terrifying spectacle.

A freak of Earth, its belly ripped open and oozing bizarre bodily fluids, foams at the mouth and stares at itself with a grotesque expression as it sheds twisted tears.

Enraged, Sing Sing roared and lunged at Thunder Jack, gripping his Pig Butchering Knife tightly.

The Pig Butchering Knife flashed through the air, leaving a chilling glint in its eyes. Thunder Jack felt a cool breeze on his head.

A few soft cracking sounds rang out, and his meticulously styled golden slicked-back hair was instantly shaved into a Mediterranean style, with golden hair dancing in the wind.

"Aaaaaah, my hairstyle!!"

"What are you yelling about? If you're bad at this, practice more! You're terrible, but you're addicted to it!"

Sing Sing spun in mid-air and delivered a solid side whip kick to Jack's neck.

Jack was launched horizontally into the air, spun 720 degrees, then rolled his eyes back and lost consciousness.

The MOJO-TV drone, suspended in mid-air, faithfully broadcast this scene to a distant alien network.

Sing Sing snorted and gave the middle finger to the drone camera.

The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the drone exploded into pieces.

Sing Sing sheathed his knife and pressed the Whimsical Gun against Lightning Billy's forehead. "Wake up, stop playing dead, let's discuss some philosophy."

Lightning Billy coughed up blood, clutching his caved-in chest. Looking at the sinister-looking middle-aged man before him, he trembled, "Don't... don't kill me! I'll tell you everything!"

"Good attitude."

Sing Sing tapped his forehead with the barrel of his gun with satisfaction.

"First, how did you get to Earth? Second, how do you drive this motorcycle? Third, where is your boss?"

Sing Sing crouched down and poked the other man's green mohawk with the barrel of his gun. "Tell me honestly, this gun doesn't discriminate if it goes off."

Lightning Billy pointed at Thunder Jack, trembling: "We came through a dimensional portal in the Mojoverse. Every hunter has a teleportation bracelet... The motorcycle is powered by anti-gravity crystals. The right handlebar is the throttle, the red button on the left is for nitro overload, and the blue button is for the machine gun..." "As for the boss... I really don't know who he is! All the orders are assigned by the system, anonymously picked up, and the star coins are directly deposited into the account!"

Lightning Billy was so anxious he was practically spitting as he said, "That system is anonymous. You get star coins for completing tasks, but you lose credit points if you fail. If your points are too low, you'll be kicked out of the Hunter Alliance..."

"Well, another outsourced laborer."

Sing Sing pursed his lips, quickly ripped off Billy's teleportation bracelet and stuffed it into his pocket, then strolled over and ripped off Jack's bracelet as well.

Lightning Billy pleaded with a mournful face, "Sir, we've confessed everything, can you let us go?"

Sing Sing stroked his stubble. "According to the rules, littering alien trash is punishable by a fine. Given your excellent cooperation, I've decided to send you to enjoy a full-service sanatorium including room and board."

After saying that, Old Zhou took out his phone and found the contact information for the Magik.

The blind call went on for a full eight times before the angry scream from the Magik finally came through:

"Stephen! It's 5 AM China time! If your words don't include the words 'World War III has broken out,' I'll shove your head up into the Hellfire Lord's nostrils as earplugs!"

"Oh, calm down, calm down~ I was just thinking of you. I have two illegal immigrants here, seriously affecting the city's appearance, and I'd like to borrow your Hell Dimension temporary residence permit to get them a long-term lease."

"I'll treat you to Peking duck from Quanjude next time, plus a full French spa treatment!"

"Deal! Let me see your location..."

The Magik yawned, and the buzzing sound of Soulsword being drawn came from the other end of the phone.

In less than half a minute, a dark red rift tore open in the void, and rolling waves of sulfurous heat mixed with the low roars of demons.

Lightning Billy stared in horror at the crack, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "What... what kind of place is this?! I'm not going there!"

"What are you yelling about? It's petty of you."

Sing Sing grabbed Billy by the collar and threw him into the crack.

"A five-star, fully enclosed resort, all-inclusive meals and accommodation. The neighbors may look a bit unconventional, but they are all incredibly hospitable."

After dealing with this guy, Zhou Chu kicked the unconscious Thunder Jack inside.

The rift trembled slightly in mid-air, and the Magik's disheveled blond hair peeked out from the red light.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, glanced disdainfully at the two unlucky guys who had been thrown in, and then looked at Sing Sing: "Why is there a dent in your stomach? Did someone punch you in the stomach?"

"Work error, work error..."

Sing Sing waved his hand and patted the Hover Motorcycle, "Alright, girl, go back to sleep. I want to experience some high-tech stuff!"

He tried to sit on one, grabbed the handle, and twisted it.

The car didn't even hover for half a second, instead speeding up at a 90-degree vertical angle, defying the laws of physics!

"Holy crap, wait! This thing's brakes are on -- Ahhh!!"

Hearing the screams coming from outside, the Magik poked his head out of the portal to look around.

"Hey! Are you coming back for dinner?"