The Harpooner Who Won His Revival Match

The command center was extremely spacious.

There were also more than a dozen light screen monitoring panels hanging overhead.

The floor was littered with crumpled documents and overturned coffee cups, and several terminals were emitting white smoke.

Sing Sing stepped across the threshold with one hand in his pocket, kicking aside a crumpled paper cup at his feet with disdain.

"I'm telling you, the Silver Peak Consortium is a multinational corporation, can't you even afford a cleaning lady if you work 996 every day?"

"With this office environment, even a fire safety inspector would revoke your business license on the spot!"

The commander who had been shouting through the loudspeaker the whole way was now standing behind a curved control panel that was more than three meters wide.

Two buttons on his uniform were undone, and his tie was askew.

Beside him, six people wearing heavy exoskeleton armor stood in a semi-circle, holding heavy rotary machine guns with barrels as thick as teacups.

The commander's forehead veins bulged, and his face was flushed.

Aside from his slightly dirty suit, Stephen Chow across from him was completely unharmed!

Even at this moment!

That damn Stephen Chow is still wearing those damn sunglasses!

Fuck!

"Fire! Open fire!"

The mechanical prosthetics of the six guards jerked backward, and the motor shafts of the six six-barreled rotary machine guns simultaneously whistled.

Before the other person could put their finger on the trigger, Sing Sing grabbed Christina by the back of her collar with one hand and kicked her to the side.

The two slid sideways along the ground.

Ta-da!

The sound of red-hot cartridge cases hitting the ground was continuous.

Sing Sing and his companion rolled behind a row of server racks.

Fortunately, Silver Peak had invested heavily, and the rack was able to withstand the violent shaking for a while.

Christina lay on the ground, clutching her head with both hands, feeling the server rack above her vibrate violently in the metal storm.

"This firepower can't break through!"

Sing Sing Chow chuckled, squatted down in the corner, and pulled out a handful of coins.

"Twenty-five, fifty, seventy-five..."

Sing Sing counted the coins in his hand one by one, "These days, you even have to pay an extra dollar and fifty cents to fight a monster... Sigh, my life is so miserable..."

Seven nickel-plated steel coins, each worth twenty-five cents.

"What kind of time is this and you're still calculating?! Are you planning to bribe them with one dollar and seventy-five cents?"

"Go away, what do children know?"

Focused intently, Lao Zhou closed his eyes and listened. Soon, he heard a slight pause.

One of the six soldiers experienced a jammed ammunition feed chain.

"Now! The moment to witness a miracle!"

Sing Sing opened his eyes and rolled on the spot to appear at the doorway.

His right wrist flicked at an uncanny angle, leaving three afterimages.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The six coins flew out of his hand in an instant, the whistling sound sharper than bullets, and pierced through the mask across a distance of thirty meters.

The coins pierced through the back of their heads, creating a teacup-sized crater in the wall behind them.

Thump, thump, thump sounds rang out one after another.

One after another, the six fully armed exoskeleton warriors fell backward and stopped moving.

Christina peeked half her head out from the gap, looking at the neat, uniform blood holes in the masks of the six elite soldiers, and then at Sing Sing, who was standing there clapping.

The man was stuffing the last coin back into his pocket, muttering, "Hey... saved twenty-five cents..."

The commander behind the control panel was swaying uncontrollably, his eyes bloodshot.

"Madman! Monster! You monster!"

He yelled as he turned around and ripped open the protective shield marked with a skull on the control panel.

Inside is a dark red button.

With a simple press, the Fusion Gel explosives buried underground in the D-7 Deep Well Base will detonate within three seconds, completely evaporating the entire tower and this saline wasteland.

The commander's face contorted with madness, as if he could already envision a magnificent scene of mutual destruction.

Let's go to hell together!

Call out!

A cheap fruit knife, costing two yuan, pinned his entire right hand to the edge of the control panel.

The handle was even submerged a third of the way into the table, and the blade was still vibrating rapidly.

"Ahhh!!"

The commander screamed in pain, and just as he was trying to suppress the pain and press the button with his other hand, Sing Sing arrived beside him and slapped his hand away.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you disturbing the neighbors?"

Sing Sing picked at his ear.

"Oh right, I'm really sorry, the bureau is short on funds and didn't prepare any local anesthesia for you. Just think of it as experiencing acupuncture."

"I'm in a hurry to get back for a late-night snack, so let's skip the pointless introductions."

Sing Sing reached out and patted his face.

"Where's little Jacob? Where was he sent? And where is your Doctor Nathan with the Red Diamond mark?"

The commander's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He turned his head away, shut his mouth tightly, and adopted a posture of unyielding defiance.

"You won't talk, huh? Fine, I like tough guys like you with backbone."

Sing Sing sneered and gently turned the handle of the fruit knife half a turn.

"Let's start by peeling your toenails. By dawn, we'll have enough for a plate of boiled pork."

"By the way, would you like it with minced garlic or sesame sauce? I personally recommend wasabi soy sauce, it enhances the flavor."

Just as the commander was on the verge of a mental breakdown from this hellish recitation of dishes, Sing Sing's brain suddenly twitched.

A foul-smelling wind pressed down on the back of his neck with unbelievable speed.

Tear it apart!

A humanoid figure covered in short hair grabbed Sing Sing's back.

Jiang Si's custom-made suit was torn in five places!

"Phew~ That was close, you almost succeeded!"

"You idiot... I've only had these clothes on for less than a month and you've already ruined them!"

Standing to the side, Sing Sing gently patted his chest, feigning fear as he looked at the person in front of him...

Uh... orc? Beastman?

This thing looks rather indescribable, covered in a mess of tan and dark brown fur.

Its thick lower limbs have recurved joints similar to those of a hyena, and its short, furry tail swings restlessly behind it.

His face had mostly transformed into the fangs and snout of Beast, his beastly eyes staring at Sing Sing.

"Stingers! Coyotes! Help me! Tear them both to shreds!"

Coyote, from: Night Thrasher #3 - Murder in Madripoor!

Stinger?

Upon hearing this name, Sing Sing's eyes narrowed.

A familiar figure walked into the command room from outside the main gate.

His right hand held a harpoon more than two meters long, the tip of which was wreathed in eerie purplish-red energy.

When Christina, who had retreated to the corner, saw the face clearly, she let out a piercing scream, "Impossible... you're definitely dead!"

She watched as Sing Sing shattered the man's sternum; the body was already cold.

But now, the man standing in the hall doesn't even have a single old scar on his body; he's completely unharmed.

Sing Sing pulled out Pig Butchering Knife, and the energy beam was reflected in his sunglasses.

"Stephen Chow..."

"Surprised? You lowly trash will never understand how amazing the company's technology is."

The newly emerged Stinger gripped the harpoon tightly. "The neural data transmitted back from my previous body was very detailed."

"Your blade is fast, your fists are heavy. But this time... you can't break through my defenses."

The Coyote crouching on the other side growled in its throat, its claws scratching at the metal structure beside it.

With the Pig Butchering Knife hanging askew at his side, Sing Sing took a deep breath.

"You guys... you're really never going to stop..."