A Mechanic Monster Who Dropped 648? If You're That Tough, Don't Blame Me for Flipping the Table

"Hey kid, your logistics department at Silver Peak Consortium is pretty efficient!"

Sing Sing pinched the arm of his sunglasses and pulled it down, revealing half of his dead fish eyes Stinger.

"The seven-day mourning period hasn't even passed yet, and you've already won the revival match? Does paying for a yearly SVIP membership really give you an express restart service?"

The harpoon in the Stinger's hand lay flat, its purplish-red glow shimmering.

"The previous body's heart stopped for three seconds, and all the brainwave data was automatically transmitted back to the cloud."

"Your knife is indeed fast, and your fists and feet are quite powerful, but that's just a useless attack against carbon-based flesh!"

"The body standing before you now is a fourth-generation bionic composite!"

"Stephen Chow, your era has come to an end!"

Sing Sing, suddenly realizing what was happening, clapped his hands:

"Oh! I see. Cloud backup, shipped with the casing intact, and doesn't support seven-day no-reason returns!"

Listening to the two chattering away, the Coyote crouching to the side felt bored and cursed them inwardly for their endless nonsense.

With a push of its hind legs, it pounced straight at Sing Sing, its two sharp front claws aimed Lao Zhou's throat and carotid artery.

"With such a bad temper, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated or to grab discounted dog food?"

He moved stealthily, his body darting sideways, barely dodging the Coyote's pounce.

Having failed in its first attack, the Coyote let out a low growl and angrily clawed several deep furrows into the command platform.

Before the opponent could make another move, Sing Sing flashed forward, his left hand forming two fingers like a halberd, aiming straight for the Coyote's foreleg armpit.

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If this move were to happen to an ordinary person, half of their arm would fall apart and dislocate on the spot.

Clang!

"Holy crap, that's hard!"

Feeling something was off, and having failed to attack again, Sing Sing quickly retreated three steps.

Just now, my fingers didn't touch any muscle or soft tissue elasticity; it was like poking a solid lead block.

The Coyote growled a few times, which sounded like mockery to Lao Zhou.

He even raised his front paws to show Sing Sing, revealing a layer of bluish-black honeycomb-like mesh beneath his fur that glowed with a faint blue light.

"Subcutaneous honeycomb cushioning armor, idiot!"

Your fancy but ineffective moves aren't even good enough to tickle me!

Although the Inner Qi penetrated through the outer skin, it was dissipated by 70-80% under the transmission of the grid-like dispersed force, leaving very little remaining energy.

"Tsk, it's really expensive to be a villain these days; even the lining is made of bulletproof high-tech."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind rose from behind him.

Sing Sing leaned back like he was on a steel bridge, narrowly avoiding the harpoon thrown at him with Stinger.

The Stinger was relentless, giving no chance to catch one's breath.

He reached his right hand behind his back, and the second spare long fork had already slid into his palm.

Using the momentum, he thrust forward, man and fork becoming one, leaving a trail of purplish-red afterimages in the chaotic hall.

Sing Sing stood upright, the Pig Butchering Knife held up against the center of the long fork.

Clang!

Sing Sing's arm holding the knife sank downwards.

The strange energy crawled upwards along the blade, causing a slight stinging sensation in the web of his hand.

He hadn't noticed this strange feeling when their weapons clashed last time, but this time was different.

The discomfort came on very quickly.

"This thing even has armor-piercing properties? This custom weapon I bought for 648 yuan is just unreasonable..."

Sing Sing muttered to himself, then casually slapped the back of the knife with the heel of his left hand.

Use someone's strength against them, and go with the flow.

Using the momentum of the long fork pressing down, he skillfully deflected the force, the blade sliding half a foot along the fork shaft, thus swerving the fatal thrust to his side.

The long fork plunged diagonally into the server rack behind it, instantly creating a charred hole.

Taking advantage of the slight gap before his opponent could muster any strength, Sing Sing planted his right foot on the ground, crouched down and cut forward, lowering his center of gravity.

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With a thud, the Stinger was forced to slide back five or six meters.

Sing Sing's eyes narrowed, and the Stinger that had been used to back up and regain its footing was completely unharmed!

"I told you, it's no use, Stephen Chow!"

The Stinger coldly raised its hand and patted its chest, its voice devoid of any emotion.

"Even if your physical abilities reach the pinnacle of humanity, in the face of the great Silver Peak Technology, this primitive fighting style is no different from a circus act!"

The Stinger the fork handle to the ground, and the long fork was raised high with both hands.

The mutated energy surging within him swept wildly outwards.

The desk closest to him was only swept by the edge of the energy wave, and the entire steel desk instantly turned into black and gray sand.

Christina trembled as she hid in the corner.

That feeling was etched into her very being.

On that rainy night in Morlocks, it was this harpoon and that crimson death ray that killed the neighbors who stood in her way...

Those companions who tried to buy her time to escape...

Each one was wiped out and reduced to insignificant dust.

Faced with absolute dimensional reduction, the weak don't even have the right to leave their last words.

The Coyote let out a low howl, climbed up the wall, and slithered around, maintaining a suitable distance from Sing Sing to pounce.

Sing Sing took a few steps back, watching the Stinger's every move warily.

The commander, pinned to the table by a fruit knife, was still groaning and moaning intermittently.

Sing Sing glanced down at him, then grabbed the unfortunate man by the back of his collar with his left hand and ripped it open.

With a ripping sound, he ripped the entire coat off.

"Get out of here!"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed his coat away in the face of the swirling energy.

The fabric couldn't even withstand the impact of the energy for half a second before disintegrating into a cloud of smoke and ashes.

This brief pause allowed a glint of light to flash behind Sing Sing's sunglasses.

This energy is not airtight; where the energies intersect, there is a tiny resonant node every ten centimeters or so.

It is small, fleeting, yet it exists.

"That's enough. It's like a stage lighting show. Do you think electricity is free?"

Sing Sing clicked his tongue and decisively sheathed the Pig Butchering Knife back into its sheath at his waist.

I thought this business trip would be a free-for-all where I could just mow down enemies.

Who knew that these foreign devils from Silver Peak had no martial ethics and only sent out some weird and disgusting tricks to annoy people!

Ugh, so annoying.

I'll send you to meet God!

After saying that, Stinger the fork and stabbed Sing Sing in mid-air.

A crescent-shaped purplish-red blade of light swept forward with overwhelming force.

At the same time, the Coyote that was lying on the wall pounced down from mid-air.

A tug-of-war between life and death.

In this desperate situation, there is no way to retreat.

Sing Sing didn't move an inch, and sheathed the Pig Butchering Knife.

He reached his left hand into his breast pocket.

How did this become deformed?