Villains Using a Copier? They're All Familiar Faces!

The Prism was trembling, even its lower half was shaking.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Sir! Officer! Heavenly Lord!"

"Can you please move that Pig Butchering Knife away from the back of my head? It's really only 0.01 centimeters away from the top of my head!"

Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction, then took out an apple and began peeling it.

The blade slicing along the fruit peel with a hiss, and the apple peel, as thin as a cicada's wing, hung down, swaying in mid-air, seemingly without end.

"What's the rush? These young Mutants these days have no patience at all."

Sing Sing took a drag of his cigarette.

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. Whether I kill someone today depends entirely on whether your writing skills are top-notch."

Prism swallowed hard, the crystals flickering with his emotions.

"I don't know this person very well. I only heard that he was sent to Deep Well, on the border of the southwestern wilderness. There's a testing ground there, and Silver Peak designated that place as D-7."

Sing Sing nodded and continued peeling the skin, "What's the purpose of Deep Well? Is it for drilling for oil or for illegal construction?"

"The facility is used for storing experimental subjects and transporting important samples; it has three underground levels, and there's also an old waterway outside."

Prism quickly added, "The Lady went there a few days ago; she was going to hand little Jacob over to the Hellfire Club. Silver Peak is only responsible for the initial handling."

After putting the apple in his mouth and chewing it a couple of times, Director Zhou raised an eyebrow.

To what extent should it be handled?

Prism glanced at Arclight before turning its head back.

"Shatter the original consciousness, extract the transformation genes, and integrate the remaining parts into a cloning culture dish. As for the specific uses... I really don't know..."

The apple split in two under the Blade, and Sing Sing brandished the Pig Butchering Knife in front of the two of them.

The sharp blade easily severed several strands of Arclight's hair.

"The entrance," Sing Sing said succinctly.

"Old Salt Well No. 7! Follow the abandoned old road outside the air-raid shelter southeast for four hours!"

The entrance is disguised as a junkyard tollbooth, and the password is "There's no moon tonight!"

Prism quickly spoke up, fearing that Sing Sing would give his two horns on his head a makeover.

"It would have been so much better if you had cooperated this way earlier!"

After finishing the apple, Sing Sing stabbed the knife behind his back.

He took out his phone to check the location, confirmed the location of the locator he had left in the car, and then grabbed Arclight by one leg and Prism by the shoulder.

"Come on, distinguished guests, let me show you around Wendover's unique homestays."

Two hours later.

The beat-up Ford pulled into the back alley of Old Feng Sichuan Restaurant. As soon as the door opened, two meat dumplings rolled out of the truck bed.

Arclight's head slammed into the wooden crate, and after a muffled groan, she could only whimper.

That's right, Zhou stuffed a rag into her mouth.

The Prism struck her, and several more cracks appeared on the half-crystal kidney.

Old Feng, who had been waiting for a long time, looked around warily. After confirming that he had not found any tails, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to help Sing Sing drag the two into the cellar.

Not long after turning away, Old Feng returned, this time carrying a full bowl of braised pork intestine noodles.

Sing Sing washed his face, picked up the bowl of braised pork intestine noodles, and slurped it down. After three big bites, the bowl was empty.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Old Feng offered the leader a cigarette, lit it, and then began to speak.

"Director Zhou, did you go to the scrap yard to buy some goods? This big girl... where did you dig her up from?"

"Wild trophies picked up on the road, all-natural and pollution-free."

Sing Sing jumped out of the car and chuckled, "Old Feng, hurry up and give me a hand to stuff it into the cellar."

"Remember to handle it with care. That reflective item is fragile; we don't offer returns or exchanges if it's damaged."

A few minutes later, at the small dining table in the back kitchen.

Old Feng brought over a large bowl of steaming hot noodles with spicy pork intestines, topped with bright green scallions and golden-fried peas.

Sing Sing picked up his chopsticks and slurped a mouthful; the fatty intestines were tender, juicy, and chewy.

"Phew—that's great! The taste of home is the best-kept secret. Those white Americans eat hamburgers and fries every day; their tongues have practically degenerated into rectums."

After three big bites, more than half the bowl of noodles was gone.

Old Feng wiped his hands on his apron, handed him a Hongtashan, and lit it for him.

"Director Zhou, not to be nosy, but that woman's arms were thicker than my waist, and that Crystal- like thing didn't look like it came from Earth. How could two strips of black cloth possibly hold it in?"

That's no ordinary strip of cloth.

Sing Sing exhaled a puff of smoke and lowered his voice mysteriously:

"Da Vinci's latest super-energy-inhibiting restraint belt is specifically designed to target localized muscle mutations and energy rebound. The more you struggle, the tighter it becomes, similar to a headband."

Old Feng adjusted his reading glasses, his expression complicated. "What if... they can't hold it in and need to go to the toilet?"

Sing Sing paused for three seconds, then patted Old Feng on the shoulder expressionlessly. "Old comrade, the moment for the organization to test your political awareness has arrived."

"As long as they don't die of thirst or hunger, let them overcome their other physiological needs on their own. If they can't, consider it a deeper training exercise to develop their unique abilities."

"I'll file for retirement as soon as I get back."

"It can't be approved; the bureau is short-staffed. I'll at least finish this term."

Sing Sing Chow finished the last sip of noodle soup and wiped his mouth:

"I have to make a trip deep into the wilderness. If I don't send you WeChat by tomorrow morning, remember to send an obituary to the bureau. Pick a handsome photo, not a close-up."

Wasteland, Deep Well.

The red alert kept flashing.

The monitoring center went completely dark, and the underground air-raid shelter was completely paralyzed.

The commander picked up the communicator with trembling hands, his voice shaking. "Sir... Wendover No. 3 Transfer Station is completely silent. There are no survivors. The entire exoskeleton guard team has been wiped out. Arclight and Prism have lost contact. There is only one enemy, and his identity has been confirmed as Stephen Zhou."

The voice on the other end of the communicator was indifferent. "List of casualties sealed, on-site data cleared, activate contingency plan for Zone D."

"But... Area D is still in the experimental stage, and the neural control of the two samples has not yet been completed..."

"I said, activate the contingency plan."

Only the crackling of electricity could be heard from the communicator. After a moment of silence, the commander finally pressed the red button.

The gates in Zone D opened one after another, nutrient solution flowed out from the bottom of the tank, pipelines detached, and white smoke drifted outwards along the hatches.

Two naked, burly men stood inside the cabin with their heads hanging down, their bodies covered in IV tubes.

The man on the left raised his head, his face covered with a thick stubble, and his eyes were veiled with a thin, grayish-white film.

The man on the right had frighteningly broad shoulders, and his lips were split open, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

The commander stared at the two numbers on the screen, his hand slowly clenching into a fist.

"Number 07, Number 08, target locked, bring back Stephen Chow's body."

The androids simultaneously looked up, left the glass capsule, and walked blankly forward.

Shortly after, the vehicles outside the base started up, and an SUV sped out of the garage and headed straight for its destination.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the story, Sing Sing was driving his beat-up Ford on a desert highway.

A route map was on the passenger seat, and a radio was playing an advertisement for cooking pots.

"... Eight hearts and eight arrows! Aerospace-grade polymer nano non-stick pan! Not 998, not 88!"

Order now and get a free small pot with the purchase of a large pot, and a free pot lid with the purchase of a small pot!

"The pot lid is made of a special alloy; it can even protect you from bullets in a pinch! Hurry, or you'll miss out..."

Sing Sing couldn't help but complain from afar, "Isn't giving away a pot lid with a pot purchase the same as giving away shoelaces with shoes purchase? How can you call that a free gift?"

"Bulletproof? Why don't you just say this pot lid can be used as a breastplate? The false advertising these days is getting more and more shameless..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cloud of dust billowed into the rearview mirror, revealing the approaching SUV with no attempt to conceal its presence.

"Holy crap! Speak of the devil and he appears in his Wuling Hongguang, huh?!"

Sing Sing raised his hand to adjust the brim of his hat, then pulled out his Whimsical Gun.

But he fired before he could even aim at his opponent.

Ta-da!

Bullets rained down on him, and Old Zhou's beat-up car's front wheel was destroyed on the spot, causing the car to veer off course and crash into the roadside.

Director Zhou was a little annoyed. In less than a day, he had jumped out of the car twice!

And each time it was more embarrassing than the last!

While the car was spinning due to its momentum, Sing Sing kicked open the car door and jumped out.

Completely out of control, the broken Ford was propped up by a rock, soared into the air, and then crashed down heavily.

The SUV suddenly stopped and swerved sideways. A tall man got out from the left, followed by a hunched-over, menacing-looking man from the right.

The two faces looked extremely familiar to Sing Sing.

The tall man raised his arms and swung them to the sides, and six alloy claws popped out from the back of his fists.

The person next to him opened his mouth, his tongue licking his sharp teeth, and his ten fingers visibly grew longer and sharper.

Sing Sing stared speechlessly at the face that looked exactly like Wolverine Sabretooth.

Seriously, Sir?

Has Silver Peak even cut its development budget for original villain characters?

Are you just sitting here playing with the photocopier?!