You're Playing Peppa Pig for a Square Dance? Have You Got a Death Wish, Kid?!

Sing Sing felt like he was playing a tower-climbing game.

Proceed through each level until you defeat the final boss at the top.

The woman in the bra most likely won't wait for him on the top floor herself; nine times out of ten, the one who stays until the end is just a scapegoat.

Once the two reached the third floor, the suspended staircase retracted.

This level was constructed as a circular platform. (Logan)

Black pipes hang from the dome of intersecting steel beams, and glass columns line the surrounding area.

Each jar contains a familiar figure.

Okay, Lao Zhou is used to it.

The vent valve popped open, and pale hands gripped the edge of the cabin.

"This... this is..."

Christina was numb. The person who came out of the container was tall and slender.

Wearing the exact same black stand-up collar leather jacket, her wet black hair clung to her cheeks.

Regardless of height, bone structure...

Even their jawlines are exactly the same!

The sound of metal expanding and contracting echoed throughout the hall.

Click! Click!

Ten-centimeter-long alloy claws were drilled out from the tips of the knuckles of each hand.

"I've heard of her... the Lady Deathstrike... but how can there be so many?!"

Christina didn't even have the courage to go up and fight him at this moment.

There are too many people; if even one of them were to pounce on her, she wouldn't survive.

"Hey, I told you long ago, these researchers are both lazy and lack professional ethics."

Sing Sing held the cigarette holder to the left of his teeth, tilting his head to examine the endless sea of black-haired women.

"They don't even change the hairstyle; it's clearly just a repeated copy of the same template!"

A short beeping sound came from the dome's loudspeaker, and all the clones simultaneously opened their mouths. "Annihilate... the intruders..."

After saying that, the group of Lady Deathstrike clones turned into a black tidal wave and rushed towards the two people in the Lao Zhou.

The sharp claws tore through the air, the piercing sound stabbing painfully into one's eardrums.

Lao Zhou shook his head and took out a bright pink plastic lump from the Mini Dimensional Box.

The thing had a thick, round hair dryer on top, and a slightly scratched Peppa Pig sticker on its plastic casing.

A wobbly black antenna was also trailing behind it.

"Are you going to pull out a hairdryer to dry their hair?!"

"You're so ignorant!"

Sing Sing pressed his thumb against the red push button on the side of the handle and pushed it all the way down.

"This is a high-powered, all-weather brainwave disruption ion fan that Wenxi spent three whole weeks developing!"

"Specializing in combating this semi-biochemical brain matter controlled by assembly line electrical signals!"

Buzz--!

As the motor turned, the spiral coil at the front of the hair dryer emitted a dazzling pink halo.

What was being sprayed out wasn't hot or cold air at all; instead, visible pink rings of sound waves rippled through the air!

The alarm in the lobby was silenced.

Upbeat, rhythmic drumbeats that send chills down your spine, mixed with synthesizer effects, resounded all around.

"The vast horizon is my love~ Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~"

The three clones at the forefront froze.

The one on the left, which was originally going to go straight for Sing Sing's heart, trembled twice with its ten alloy claws and made a cross in front of its chest following the drumbeat.

At this moment, the clone on the right twisted its waist and hips to the side, bent its knees slightly, and stepped its heels on the iron plate in a neat rhythm.

What kind of rhythm is the most swaying? What kind of singing voice is the most joyful?

The divine song exploded in.

The three originally menacing, Coldblood killers neatly raised their hands above their heads and began to twist their waists from side to side.

Christina rubbed her temples, even wondering if she was experiencing a near-death hallucination due to blood loss. "What... what the hell is that noise?"

"I already said it's brainwave disruption!"

Sing Sing held up the pink hair dryer and gently bounced on his toes to the beat.

"The biggest problem with brain-computer interfaces is frequency resonance. No matter how brilliant the scientists at Silver Peak are, can they accurately calculate the syllable divisions of the square dance leader in our neighborhood office?"

The clones in the second and third rows behind were still charging forward frantically according to the original underlying protocol.

The first few dozen clones had completely fallen into a dance-like state, frantically shaking their heads and clapping along to the chorus.

Bang!

The two clones, running at full speed, couldn't dodge in time and crashed headfirst into the back of their companion, who was demonstrating the eagle spreading its wings.

The dancing clones, knocked askew, had flashes of blue light at the back of their necks; due to the electrical signal conflict, they were completely unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Bengbu

With a swift claw strike, it tore five bloody gashes into its companion behind it.

"Warning! Command logic is malfunctioning! Clear obstructing targets!"

"You stepped on my racket! Remove it!"

The two groups of clones immediately began fighting.

In the monitoring room, the commander angrily smashed his coffee cup onto the screen in front of him.

"What the hell is this?! It's resetting the combat centers of all clones!"

"Sir! It's completely ineffective! That pink transmitter is using ultra-high frequency neural noise, forcibly replacing the CPU's underlying instructions with a civilian dancing algorithm!"

The chief technician's fingers flew across the keyboard, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "I've never seen this technology before! Damn it... are these the scientists of China?!"

More than three hundred incredibly powerful clones were in complete chaos, some spinning in place, others pulling each other's collars and rolling and grappling on the ground.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

In the lobby below, Sing Sing calmly navigated the chaotic tug-of-war and dance moves, holding a hairdryer in hand.

Christina followed behind him, terrified that some crazy woman nearby might slash at her with her claws.

The clones didn't have time to pay them any attention.

Sing Sing walked over to a clone who was doing high kicks in place, even stopping to take a look and straightening her crooked black stand-up collar.

"The movements are too stiff; the pelvis isn't open."

Old Zhou shook his head. "With this level of coordination, they'd be eliminated in the first round of the local auditions. They simply lack core strength in their lower body!"

Christina tugged at the back of his suit jacket and said in a low, urgent voice, "Damn it, can't you just shut up? Hurry up and find the door!"

"What's the rush! Even on a business trip, you need to balance work and rest!"

Sing Sing's pace was not slow at all; he led Christina straight through the thick wall of people fighting each other.

The access control to the fourth floor is located directly in front of the circular lobby.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be another elevator.

The two were now less than five steps from the gate.

Sizzle!

The pink hair dryer in Old Zhou's hand suddenly started shaking, and a rattling sound came from inside the nozzle.

Sing Sing stopped and looked down at the plastic lump in his hand.

Acrid, burnt black smoke billowed from Peppa Pig's nostrils.

"The vast horizon is... is... buzzing..."

After intermittent electronic noise, accompanied by a soft snap, the fire inside the blower went out completely.

The chaotic hall fell silent, and the group of black-haired female assassins froze in unison.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes rotated in unison, and the ruthless killers with identical faces locked onto the two men.