You'll Get Struck by Lightning for Hitting Your Benefactor

"My name isn't Hey, my name is Prism..."

"If you take my lower body and align it with my upper body and stick them together, they should be glued together by tomorrow..."

Wow!

If Gojo Satoru becomes the next character, can he continue?

After confirming that the guy could still heal, Old Zhou thoughtfully pressed his lower body and kidneys together, then reached into the Dimension Box and rummaged around.

Amidst the Prism's strong resistance, Sing Sing pulled out a 502 glue and applied it around the gap.

Once he was sure the two men were immobilized, Director Zhou sat down and happily lit another cigarette.

"Tell me, what exactly happened here? Why are we starting to evacuate?"

Prism stammered for a long time, but finally confessed under the threat of the Pig Butchering Knife.

This air-raid shelter was originally a transit point used to transport Mutants and experimental subjects.

However, the Brotherhood of Mutants acting aggressively lately, causing widespread panic.

The leaders felt it was unwise to linger there, so they decided to leave.

Old Zhou took a puff of his cigarette and didn't say anything.

Brotherhood causing trouble again?

I don't know if they're friend or foe. I still need to find Magneto and tell him about my daughter. I hope the two sides don't end up in conflict.

"Aside from the few I let go before, are there any other Mutants here?"

"Ah... this... this..."

Swish!

The Pig Butchering Knife slashed a gash in the wall next to it.

There's another Mutants underground! He's incredibly powerful!

Oh?

Sing Sing became interested, leaned against the wall to get up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

He grabbed a rope, tied the two of them together, and dragged them deeper into the area.

These two are spoils of war; we can't afford to lose them.

The second basement level was unusually empty, with only a few pieces of equipment covered with white sheets lying haphazardly.

They seemed to be retreating in a pretty hurry.

Let's continue exploring.

The third basement level is very narrow, consisting of only a short corridor with a door at the end.

To call it a door is an understatement.

That thing was at least half a meter thick, with more than a dozen steel bars welded haphazardly to the outside, weld scars piled on top of weld scars.

A sign was hanging on the door:

[Experiment Number: SBT-TANK]

[Danger Level: SSS]

[Unauthorized approach may result in consequences at your own risk]

"SSS... In a gacha game, you'd have to spend 88,000 RMB to get that rating, right?"

There's a small observation window on the door, about the size of a palm.

Sing Sing tiptoed closer to get a better look.

A burly man was locked in the middle of the room; he appeared to be over 2.5 meters tall.

His muscles were all lumpy, like an over-fermented steamed bun.

Not only that!

The guy had a dark red metal helmet over his head, and the upper half of his face, except for his eyes, nose and mouth, was completely covered.

His limbs were locked in shackles, which looked thicker than an adult's waist.

And there were three needles stuck in his chest.

The syringe alone was as thick as an average person's forearm, and it was currently injecting some unknown drug into his body.

Anyway, it's not some legitimate brain-boosting oral liquid.

Director Zhou was very familiar with this person; he was one of the targets of his second trip to United States: the Juggernaut!

Previously, Slug had told me that this thing was locked in a mobile prison van, with Sentinels escorting it 24 hours a day.

Logically, he should be in some secret base in Nevada right now, so why is he here?

On second thought, it makes sense; Stryker of Weapon X and Silver Peak are in cahoots.

It's not surprising that Trask and Silver Peak are colluding.

Sing Sing stared at the lifeless-looking guy inside for three seconds, then muttered something to himself.

"Brother, judging from your appearance, you didn't check in here voluntarily, did you?"

Exhaling, Old Zhou pulled out his Pig Butchering Knife, staring at the door in front of him with narrowed eyes.

Concentrate your mind and focus your energy into your navel.

Qi follows the heart, intention follows the knife.

Swish--

After a series of flashes of light, Sing Sing sheathed his sword and began circulating his qi to finish his practice.

Just after he finished his practice, the door in front of him suddenly shattered and fell to the ground.

Prism and Arclight, who had been dragged over, stared blankly, their minds still reeling for a while.

Generous crab gift!

Thank goodness I didn't completely offend this guy before!

If this person were to use that kind of knife technique to cut me, would I even survive?

"Don't rush, don't rush..."

Somewhat weak, Director Zhou wandered into the room and began to look around.

In front of the control panel on the wall, there was a row of red and green buttons, with a large red one in the center labeled "[Emergency Release]".

He raised his hand halfway, then suddenly remembered something, turned back, and solemnly added:

"Let me make this clear first, brother: I'm letting you out, but you can't hit me! Hitting your benefactor is a sin that will get you struck by lightning!"

The burly man blinked.

"Okay, consider it a contract."

A slap landed.

Click!

The shackles snapped open, and the three syringes automatically withdrew, leaving a trail of blood.

The burly man landed on his feet, and the ground trembled three times.

Immediately afterwards, he looked up:

"Roar!!"

The sound waves spread along the ground, almost blowing Old Zhou's hat off.

This feeling...

How to describe it...

It felt like someone was blasting death metal music through a megaphone while he was drunk; his head was spinning.

"Okay, okay, I know you're frustrated, just keep your voice down..."

Having been locked up for who knows how many days, the Juggernaut was very excited. With a kick, its mountain-like body charged straight at Old Zhou.

"Huh? Huh! Huh! Don't be like that..."

Bang!!

A blur flashed before my eyes.

The person took off on the spot.

Sing Sing was sent flying more than ten meters away, his back slamming solidly into the steel pipes of the corridor, the back of his head hitting the ground with a loud thud.

The world instantly became quiet.

Before the screen went completely black, only one thought remained in his mind—

Holy crap... this big oaf is really blind...

I don't know how much time passed.

Old Zhou felt a tickle in his nose; the smell of hay mixed with soil made him want to sneeze.

Sing Sing Chow grunted and struggled to open his eyelids.

Sky.

Blue sky.

A few white clouds drifted by so leisurely.

He was stunned for two seconds before he reacted.

Wait a minute, I'm on the third basement level, where would I find a sky?

Old Zhou, who wanted to sit up, found that his whole body was on strike.

His kidneys hurt, his ribs hurt, a big lump appeared on the back of his head, and when he touched it with his finger, it hurt so much that he saw stars.

The parts are still there, thankfully no one cut the kidneys.

He grimaced and propped himself up to see that he was lying on a haystack, with two layers of dry grass underneath him, and it was quite flat.

Beside the haystack, a mountain crouched.

The mountain looked like a droopy, uneasy-looking schoolboy who had messed up something.

Further away, the Prisms and the Arclight were neatly arranged.

You're awake!

Juggernaut's eyes lit up, then slumped again, his face turning bright red. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter:

"I'm so... so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Sing Sing: "..."

"The door opened, and I wanted to thank you and give you a hug!"

Juggernaut lowered his head more and more as he spoke, "Later, the ground collapsed, you were bleeding, and I carried you out. These people would have died lying there, so I carried them out too."

Goodness!

Sing Sing rubbed the large bump on the back of his head, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, alright, ignorance is no excuse. Just remember to check the road conditions before the next charge."

The Juggernaut nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice.

Sing Sing looked at the simple-minded face with some confusion. Wasn't everyone saying this guy was a ruthless and eccentric killer?

Why do you look so honest?

Strong, kind-hearted, grateful, and even sorts and stacks things when moving them...

He cleared his throat. "Brother, have you ever heard of the Five Insurances and One Housing Fund?" Just as the words were about to be uttered, three sharp whistles suddenly came from the sky.

It approached from afar, incredibly fast.

Three figures crashed around the haystack, and straw clippings rained down on Sing Sing, covering him completely.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."

He squinted and spat out the blade of grass from his mouth.

As the dust settled, three oddly shaped figures stood in a triangular formation.

The leader had three horns on his forehead and carried a warhammer that emitted a chaotic purple light. The electricity on the Hammerhead crackled, indicating that he had paid a lot of electricity bills every month.

Hehehe...

The triangular-faced monster grinned, his face crinkling with wrinkles. "Your bounty is yours for the three of us to earn today, no matter what!"

A skinny guy popped out from behind, holding up a projection board and checking it. "Boss, it's confirmed, it's the little guy in the photo..."

Sing Sing Chow craned his neck to look, and there was his own wanted poster on the projection board.

I don't know which idiot took this screenshot. It's a terrible angle, showing a double chin and closed eyes.

"Hey, no!"

Old Zhou immediately became agitated. "A reward is fine, but who gave you the right to use this photo? I demand a different one! Take a new one!"

The triangular monster paused for a moment. "You're about to die, and you're still picking and choosing photos?"

"Nonsense! This is a matter of principle!"

The skinny guy didn't respond, but his eyes darted around before he looked at the big guy next to Old Zhou: "Boss! This guy looks valuable too!"

"Yes, yes!"

The triangular monster pointed its warhammer this way.

"Let's pack them up! The Moqiao Arena is desperately need some tough bruisers; let's take them back and make them our mainstays!"

Pillar?

Sing Sing was unhappy.

Good grief, this is the guy I just picked out for the infrastructure department, the contract hasn't even been signed yet, and you want to take him to underground boxing?