Barbecue Breaks the Killing Move, Examiner Zhou Recruits on the Spot
Five beams of purplish-red light, exuding an aura of death, shot out simultaneously.
Christina shouted anxiously, "Get out of the way!"
"What's the panic? Young people just lack grassroots experience."
Unwilling to confront the attack head-on, Sing Sing misstepped and changed direction repeatedly under the Stinger.
Divine Movement, Hundred Transformations and is a cure for all kinds of trypophobia.
The Stinger his arms bulged, and his face was contorted with rage. "Arrogant humans! Decompose into elementary particles on this wasteland!"
The five long metal forks suspended in mid-air hummed and vibrated.
As the Stinger slammed their hands together, these harpoons, as if equipped with heat- Tracking Chips, forcibly drew strange sharp angles in the air, blocking all of Sing Sing's movement routes.
Sing Sing raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat.
While the Pig Butchering Knife is angled along the fork tip, it avoids the disintegrating purple light on the fork tip, and uses the spine of the knife to strike the center of gravity of the fork.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
With three sharp sounds, the short fork was jolted off course and plunged into the pile of rubble behind it.
One of the blades grazed the tip of the Dust Angel's nose, startling her into a cold sweat.
Less than half a second after landing, the purplish-black light spots spread rapidly along the soil, directly burning out three large, dark craters.
Seeing that Stinger ranged suppression was ineffective against its opponent, the needle raised its hand and made a grasping motion, and the remaining two short forks fell into its hands.
They attacked from both sides, aiming straight for Sing Sing's lower body.
"Why are you like that stray dog at the village entrance, always scheming about other people's genitals?"
"Today, I, the examiner, will teach you what it truly means to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and practically!"
Sing Sing suddenly twists his waist 360 degrees, like a scallion rising from flat ground.
The long legs swung through the air in a crescent arc, and the sound of wind breaking and thunder could be faintly heard in the air.
Great Strength Vajra Legs!
Thump!
The Stinger took a solid hit from the powerful whip kick, and its vision went black.
My head was buzzing, and my eardrums were almost destroyed by that kick.
He staggered back several steps to the side, nearly kowtowing to Director Zhou on the spot.
Using the force of the recoil, Sing Sing did a somersault, raised his hand, and grabbed the object from a distance!
A piece of juicy, skin-on pork belly flew into my hand from the grill.
Before landing, he flicked his toe, lifting a piece of smokeless charcoal from the edge of the fire into the air, and then kicked it to pieces in mid-air!
Bang!
The smokeless charcoal exploded into a cloud of black ash powder, which splattered all over the Stinger' faces.
"Cough cough! Despicable! Shameless!"
After putting the Pig Butchering Knife back into his waistband, Sing Sing flicked his wrist, throwing the pork belly towards the front of the Stinger, and then he scurried around to the right side, keeping close to the ground.
The Stinger was choked by the dust, causing him to cough violently and instinctively close his eyes tightly.
In the face of life and death, the assassin's instincts told him that he sensed a whooshing sound coming from the front.
Die!
With a low Stinger thrust its double forks forward with tremendous force!
Pfft!
The short fork pierced his flesh, but he quickly realized that the sensation was wrong.
(°_°)?
The Stinger forced its eyes open despite the dryness, and saw a large, sizzling piece of pork belly skewered on its two battle forks.
It even had a few bits of charred cumin stuck to it.
"How's it going, little brother? Is the cooking time to your liking?"
A teasing voice drifted softly from my right ear.
The hairs Stinger his body stood on end. Just as he was about to abandon his fork and retreat, a warm and powerful hand had already gripped his right elbow tightly.
Press your two thumbs on the Quchi and Jiquan acupoints respectively, and simultaneously infuse your Inner Qi into them.
"Ugh!"
The Stinger shuddered violently.
The Inner Qi penetrated into the meridians, causing a sharp pain in the right arm before it lost sensation.
The purplish-red light on his arm went out, and his arm drooped down.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the meridians are as blocked as the Second Ring Road during Monday morning rush hour. Liver fire is excessive, and there is yin deficiency and internal heat."
Sing Sing had the same regretful expression as an old Chinese medicine doctor looking at a critically ill patient.
"You must spend a lot of time working overtime and pulling all-nighters on assassinations, right?"
"Youth means you don't know how to take care of your body. Once you're employed, go to our company's physiotherapy department every Tuesday morning for cupping therapy. It'll be considered work-related injury, and you can get it reimbursed through supplementary medical insurance."
Stop playing tricks!
With Stinger clenched jaw, he released the short fork in his left hand, struggled to pull the short blade from his waist, and with all his might, slashed at Sing Sing's neck!
"Die!"
Where can a restricted-movement Stinger attack its target?
Old Zhou easily dodged to the side, unleashing Half-Step Crushing Fist with his right arm!
Click!
His chest cavity shattered on the spot, and Old Zhou's superhumanly strong right arm punched the Stinger, sending it flying more than ten meters.
He then rolled three or four meters on the ground before stopping.
The Stinger lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs in front of it.
He tried to turn over, but a figure stepped forward and pointed two fingers down in quick succession.
With two meridians blocked, the energy within the Stinger's body could not circulate at all.
Christina, the Dust Angel, staggered closer, clutching her bleeding left shoulder.
She looked down at the Stinger, her eyes reddening. "This... this is it? Morlocks's... debt..."
"Young comrade, read more books and newspapers."
"Folk wisdom is profound and extensive; lard seals the eyes, charcoal black causes blindness—the tricks left by our ancestors are enough for you to study for half a lifetime."
Sing Sing bent down, rummaged through the Stinger's clothes, and pulled out a black communicator.
The screen was still lit, with a black lily emblem in the center.
"Hellfire Club..."
Upon seeing the lily emblem, the Stinger on the ground suddenly let out a sinister laugh:
"The great purge... has begun... all defective products... must..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Stinger extinguished its life force, and his head tilted limply to one side as he breathed his last.
Sing Sing put away the communicator and kicked the body of the Stinger into the pit he had made himself.
"Rest in peace, brother. Given that you damaged public property and tried to skip out on your bill, this department head will not be erecting a tombstone for you."
Christina slumped at the edge of the pit, staring down at her enemy's corpse, muttering to herself, "My kin... Elders... Did you see that...?"
Seeing that the other person was still talking to himself, Sing Sing lost his patience after waiting for two minutes.
He moved closer to the Dust Angel, took out a small card from his breast pocket, and handed it to her.
Here, take it.
Christina took the card and looked down to see the small gold lettering on it.
Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office China 749 Bureau
Director: Stephen Zhou (Deputy Division-Level)
Scope of services: compliant re-employment for individuals with supernatural abilities, cross-border identity legalization, skills training, and social security safety net.
"What... what is this?"
Sing Sing Chow grinned. "What else could it be?"
"Congratulations, Christina! You passed the interview! Here is your pre-employment offer letter."
"Pack your things, get ready to go back to China with the organization to complete your onboarding procedures!"