Three-Meter Safety Zone: Cross It in Your Sleep and Get Slapped!

The moment he jumped, three words flashed through Sing Sing's mind. "So cool!"

But when he landed, he found his legs were a little numb.

Oh no!

That's over the top...

My feet were firmly planted on the gravel, and a burning sensation shot from my heels straight to my brain.

Director Zhou froze on the spot, his knees slightly bent, maintaining the Ultimate Nullifier -like kneeling pose.

Pain!

It hurts so much!

This cliff looks only about three stories high. Jumping off it would be like bungee jumping from the Oriental Pearl Tower without a rope.

With a slight circulation of Qi, the Inner Qi in his dantian finally managed to forcefully push the cramped calf back into place.

Sing Sing casually adjusted his tinted sunglasses, biting a nearly extinguished cigarette butt between his lips, and even pretentiously flicked the ash off his suit lapel.

"Damn it! Take him down!"

Before the opponent could launch an attack, Sing Sing quickly closed in and captured him.

Suddenly, the man's vision blurred, and a palm the size of a clay pot came hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound.

Snap!

The soldier spun a full 720 degrees in mid-air, his helmet deformed, and he crashed into the sand pit like a dehydrated top.

The crisp cracking sounds of joints dislocating were like a barrage of firecrackers; in the blink of an eye, Old Zhou had given these people a good night's sleep.

The last man threw away his weapon, pulled out a remote control, and shouted in some Eastern European dialect, his eyes filled with a desperate, ruthless intent that seemed to say, "I'll take you to a feast!"

Sing Sing, standing a dozen steps away, flicked his wrist, and the throwing knife struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

Ten seconds later, the entire Silver Peak Tactical Squad lay flat on the ground.

After striking a pose, Old Zhou suddenly remembered that the little girl was still trapped in the electric fence, so he quickly went over and untied her.

The girl leaned against a rock, panting, her black hair plastered to her forehead, her yellow eyes still fixed on Sing Sing.

"Thank you... My name is Christina."

Sing Sing looked down at her, adjusted his sunglasses, and switched his tone to that of a neighborhood committee official checking household registrations:

"Alright, Comrade Christina, it's time for your statement. These burly men in uniform chased you for two miles. Did you owe them a loan shark debt, or did you steal a non-stick pan from their cafeteria?"

Christina was taken aback, clearly not following the thought process of this thug in the suit, and subconsciously shook her head:

"No! I'm from Morlocks... it's a Mutants settlement. The Silver Peak Cleaners just raided our shelter, and I was one of the few survivors who made it out!"

Sing Sing's eyelids twitched slightly.

He reached halfway into his suit pocket, but then quietly slipped the "749 Bureau Overseas Talent Recruitment Office Card" he was about to pull out back into his pocket.

Morlocks?

The residential area was vandalized?

He just happened to be targeted by Silver Peak, just happened to escape, and just happened to run into him?

"Girl, your script is really rough... The entire stronghold was wiped out, and you, a delicate little girl, escaped unscathed? Is Silver Peak doing charity work, or are there carrots stuffed in their gun barrels?"

Christina's eyes reddened, and she clenched her teeth tightly. "Our patrol route has been betrayed! Someone leaked the secret door to the shelter!"

"They had deployed Sentries and a suppressive field in advance, and everyone was desperately covering the situation... I was pushed out!"

Who leaked it?

"I have no idea!"

Who is in charge of perimeter security?

I told you I don't know!

"Then why was it you who escaped? Did they let you pass, or did you pay extra for a VIP escape route?"

Sing Sing pressed forward relentlessly, casually pulling out the throwing knife he had just used to kill the enemy, and wiping the blood off the corpse's bulletproof vest.

The Blade was cold, reflecting the girl's pale face.

"To be honest, young lady. The Cleaners never leave any survivors when they hunt their targets, yet you've been running for half an hour and are still barely breathing. Did they install a tracking chip in your back to lead them to a bigger fish?"

The veins on the back of the girl's hand bulged, and a death wish burned in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and growled at Sing Sing, "I didn't betray my compatriots!"

"All the Morlocks are my family! If you want to kill me, do it! I'd rather die than be Silver Peak's dog!"

"The voice is too soft, I can't hear it!"

Sing Sing pressed the tip of his knife down, stopping at the tip of her nose.

"Try again!"

"I don't!!"

Christina roared with all her might, "I'd rather die than take them to the new base! Go ahead and kill me too!"

The wind howled through the canyon walls, the tip of a knife pressed against her face, and Sing Sing stared at those yellow eyes for half a minute.

Christina's shoulders were shaking violently, her knees had lost all strength, but her body did not shrink back. Her hands gripped the gravel tightly, her fingernails filled with blood.

Sing Sing suddenly sheathed his sword, the blade disappearing into its sheath with a swish. The coldness on his face vanished, and he clapped his hands twice.

"Great, congratulations on passing the first round of the leaderless group discussion. Your stress resistance is A+, your adaptability is satisfactory, and you didn't shed a tear, so your work injury psychological assessment is up to standard."

Christina froze on the spot, her brain shutting down:???

The way you were acting just now, like you were going to slice me into sashimi, was this some kind of corporate campus recruitment event?!

"You were... testing me just now?!"

"Nonsense, what if you're an extra sent by Silver Peak with your own funding? What am I supposed to do then?"

Sing Sing took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

Ultimately, thirst overcame anger.

Christina took the water, tilted her head back and gulped down several mouthfuls. The cool water flowed down her chin to her collar, and her shoulders finally stopped shaking so badly.

Who exactly are you?

"Let me introduce myself. I am Stephen Zhou, Director of the Talent Introduction Office of China, and I also sell pork as a side business. I Deputy Division-Level within the government's personnel system."

Sing Sing took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, slowly exhaled a Huazi ring, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"You just killed more than a dozen people."

"To correct you, this is called legitimate self-defense and counter-terrorism operations."

Christina was speechless.

This man spouted a string of strange words that she couldn't understand a single one of, but she inexplicably felt that he was ten times more dangerous than those serial killers from Silver Peak.

Sing Sing got up and looked at the sky; the ruins of the abandoned mine stood at the far end.

"Can you still move, Christina?"

"Able."

She used the stones to support herself as she stood up, but as soon as she took a step, her body swayed to the side.

Sing Sing reached out and supported her arm. "Tsk, don't push yourself, young man."

Christina glanced down at his hand. "You're willing to take me with you? Didn't you doubt me?"

"Taking you along is called keeping each other warm, not taking you along is called abandoning someone in distress. Although I'm a fairly flexible person when it comes to morality, I wouldn't go so far as to leave a living person in the wild to be eaten by hyenas."

Sing Sing Chow gestured with his hand, giving a serious warning. "But let me make this clear first. When we sleep at night, we must maintain a safe distance of at least three meters between us."

"If you roll over even half a centimeter beyond the boundary, I'll treat it like an assassin's night raid and slap you across the face, understand?"

Christina nearly spat out the water she had just drunk, coughing for a while before looking up and glaring at him.

"What on earth is going on in your head?"

"State secret."

A hundred meters away, a strange harpoon stained with blood was embedded in the ground.

A pale blue arc of electricity silently exploded in the air.