Juggernaut's Triple Kill in Ten Seconds

Before he could even speak, a warhammer swung down in a wide arc and crashed down on his head.

Sing Sing Chow stepped aside, the Hammerhead grazing his shoulder as it slammed into the grass, creating a two-meter-wide crater.

Pebbles bounced and crackled, and one grazed his cheek, drawing a line of blood.

Sing Sing touched his face. These guys were incredibly strong; each blow from their hammer felt like a landmine.

A flash of fire appeared on the left, and the skinny man, engulfed in flames, spat out a fireball, while the six-armed fellow on the right flanked him.

As the Pig Butchering Knife cleaved the fireball in two, the six-armed hunter seized the opportunity to close in, swinging his six arms and punching him relentlessly.

Sing Sing Chow ducked to avoid two punches, then kicked the six-armed hunter in the stomach, sending him flying several meters.

A heavy breathing came from behind him, and the Juggernaut stood up, its eyes burning with fire.

"I never want to be locked up again!"

He clenched his fists, and his muscles bulged.

He couldn't remember how many days he was locked up or how many injections he received...

All I can think about is that wall I see every day when I open my eyes.

Wall...

Syringe...

And the pain just won't end!

The triangular monster chuckled, slung the warhammer over his shoulder, and looked him up and down.

"You idiot? You wouldn't even last three days in the Moqiao Arena. If you know what's good for you, come with us and you'll suffer less on the way."

The Juggernaut started up immediately, sending grass clippings flying, and arrived in front of the triangular monster in the blink of an eye.

The Triangle Monster had only swung its warhammer halfway when the Juggernaut's fist arrived.

Thump!

A punch landed squarely on his chest, and the triangular monster exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, without even getting a last word.

The six-armed hunter was terrified. He flailed his six arms wildly and turned to flee, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The running Juggernaut was even more terrifying; after catching up to it in a few steps, I grabbed it and pulled hard.

Click!

The six-armed hunter was torn in two, each half flying away, leaving a trail of red blood on the grass.

Finally, the Pyro went berserk, opening his mouth and spewing out a three-meter-long column of fire that completely engulfed the Juggernaut.

The flames burned his skin until it was bright red, but he had no intention of stopping. He rushed forward through the fire and slapped him on the head.

Puff!

It took less than ten seconds in total.

Three more craters appeared on the grass. Juggernaut stood in the middle of the pool of blood, laughing heartily. He finally unleashed the pent-up rage he had been suppressing for so many years!

Sing Sing was stunned.

Good heavens, if this silly kid gets hired by the 749 Bureau, there'll be no need for bidding for demolitions anymore; excavators will be laid off immediately.

Behind the haystack, Prism buried his face in the haystack, pretending to be dead. The super glue ring around his waist was gleaming in the sun, making it impossible for him to keep up the act.

Arclight's eyes widened in disbelief, and she forgot to curse.

Juggernaut panted for a while, the fire in his chest slowly subsided, he turned around and shuffled to the haystack, his head hanging low.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I couldn't control myself... I almost hurt my benefactor..."

Sing Sing waved his hand.

"It's nothing, it's a minor incident. Look at my face, it's just a little scrape, and it even saves me some money on beauty treatments."

He bent down, picked up the cigarette, blew off the dirt, and put it back in his mouth.

On the surface, he remained indifferent, but in reality, he was already making his own calculations.

Strong, kind-hearted, grateful, and extremely destructive...

Isn't this a pillar made to order?

"Brother Tank."

Sing Sing stood on tiptoe and patted his arm.

Um...

Unable to reach the shoulder, I had to pat the elbow.

Are you interested in joining our company?

"Free meals and accommodation, excellent benefits, and even holiday bonuses!"

"And most importantly, from now on, no one will be able to lock you up again."

"This respectable job is right in front of you. If you miss it, you'll definitely regret it. There's nothing more painful in this life than this."

An emotional Sing Sing was gesturing wildly towards him, counting on his fingers.

Juggernaut blinked, looking completely bewildered.

What exactly is unemployment insurance?

What exactly is a personal Old Jin?

The Juggernaut, who hadn't understood a single word, only saw Director Zhou spitting everywhere.

But he understood the words "he won't be locked up".

His eyes brightened for a moment, but quickly dimmed again.

He suddenly crouched down, clutching his head, his fingers digging into the red helmet, wincing in pain.

"I'm sorry... I have to... do something..."

"What's wrong? Tell me, I'll help you!"

Sing Sing squatted down as well, impatiently.

"Your Director Zhou, is all about getting things done! From dismantling construction sites to finding lost cats and dogs, my services cover a wide range!"

Juggernaut shook his head. "No... The voice in my head is telling me to go somewhere, to find something..."

"If I don't go, my head hurts, it hurts terribly..."

Sing Sing sensed something was wrong.

It's such a shame that such a good employee can't get a job!

Tank Bro's problem seems to be the same as Gambit's back then; it's probably some old charlatan making pronouncements from afar.

Well, taking a step back opens up a whole new world.

Pushing too hard can backfire.

"OK."

Sing Sing stood up and sadly lit a cigarette.

"How about this, you go take care of your business first, and then come find me in China when you're done?"

Juggernaut tilted his head back and nodded emphatically, then looked down and rummaged in his pocket.

He quickly pulled out a tattered red headscarf, the fabric frayed at the edges.

"This is all I have... you take it... this proves I will keep my promise..."

Reluctantly, Sing Sing accepted it.

Is this definitely a headscarf?

Why did it come out from between his legs?

Old Zhou didn't ask any more questions. He folded the headscarf neatly, put it into the Dimension Box, and then took out a large chicken leg from inside and handed it over.

"Go on, drive carefully, and don't hit anyone again."

Juggernaut, his appetite whetted as he took the big chicken leg, chewed it up in one bite and swallowed it whole.

He bent down, took Sing Sing's hand, shook it, and then turned and left.

She looked at Zhou with reluctance as he finally disappeared from sight.

Old Zhou sighed; he was really unlucky today.

I don't even know where this place is. The people I rescued before are obediently waiting for me outside.

But so much time has passed, they're probably long gone...

Sing Sing turned his head and glanced at the two prisoners on the ground.

Prism lay on the ground, too afraid to utter a sound.

Arclight still had several throwing knives stuck in her body, but she wasn't bleeding anymore. She was muttering curses under her breath.

Sing Sing crushed the cigarette butt, took out a small stool, and sat down.

"Come, gentlemen, let's have a good talk about Jacob Gavin Jr."

"Don't worry, there's no rush. We have plenty of time."

"It's this knife of mine... it's a bit too hot-tempered."