Read the Manual Before Firing; Whether to Fight Fair Depends on My Mood

Sing Sing pulled a strangely shaped gun from the Mini Dimensional Box in his pocket.

It is the Whimsical Gun created by Moon-Boy, which has been enhanced twice without firing a single shot since its creation over a hundred chapters ago!

"How dare these mere chickens and dogs provoke the Grand Duke Jupiter?"

"Today I'll show you the power of my invincible sharpshooter! One shot and I'll take you all down!"

Sing Sing held a gun in one hand, pointing it diagonally into the air, and stiffened his neck, striking a pose as if he wanted to drag the other person down with him.

Sensing that the other person's expression meant they weren't joking, Stinger hesitated.

His sensory system detected an unstable, fluctuating reading at that instant.

It looked like that broken gun had an Arc Reactor inside?

"Damn madman!"

The Stinger instinctively slowed its pace, flicked its long fork to dissipate the energy of its forward momentum, and held the weapon horizontally in front of it, assuming a defensive stance.

He managed to rein in his momentum, Coyote in mid-air couldn't catch its breath.

Just as the Beast's fangs were about to pounce, Sing Sing's wrist suddenly twitched abruptly.

Whether he was stunned or his sweaty hands slipped, the strange gun he had touted as something miraculous fell to the ground with a clang.

"Oh no! My family heirloom spear!"

How did it really turn into a wolf?

Seeing the Coyote pounce on him, Sing Sing had no choice but to abandon his fallen weapon and lunge to the side.

Christina, sitting in the corner, felt a chill run through her.

They've completely lost their trump card; this move is a total disaster.

The Coyote missed its target, its sharp claws carving jagged marks into the ground. The beast lowered its eyes and caught sight of the boastfully advertised weapon beside its paws.

"Haha! You little punk! You can't even hold onto your own rice bowl! Watch me shoot you and send a hole through the roof!"

The Stinger breathed a sigh of relief, "Good job, shoot straight in..."

The Coyote grinned maliciously, grabbed the gun handle with its front paws, and locked the dark muzzle of the gun, pinning Sing Sing, who had just rolled over, to the ground.

"Invincible Divine Shot? You'll die under your own invincible divine shot! Haha!"

With Stinger peripheral vision, he locked onto Sing Sing's movement as he stood up, and the purplish-red energy in his hand began to spread outwards, attempting to block all escape routes.

There were sharpshooters in front and energy decomposition barriers behind.

This advantage is on my side!

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun, which was aimed directly at Sing Sing, didn't even emit a wisp of smoke. Instead, a burst of fire erupted from the buttstock cover of the gun, which was pressed against the Coyote's face.

A heavy armor-piercing high-explosive round was sprayed at point-blank range into the face.

Before the Coyote's savage grin could even fade, most of its face exploded into a mushy mess.

His fangs flew out, his nasal bone shattered, and his left eye became a bloody hole.

The beast-like body was sent flying backward by the shot, lying on the ground convulsing.

(⊙_⊙;)

"Coyote!"

The Stinger's expression changed drastically; he was completely dumbfounded, never expecting such a scene to unfold.

At this moment, he was completely oblivious to Sing Sing posing next to him.

He put away his long fork and rushed towards his companion, who lay groaning in a pool of blood.

In those few seconds when he bent down to examine the injury.

Sing Sing's smiling face disappeared, and he quickly vanished after picking up a piece of metal rod from the ground with his toe and holding it in his hand.

When he reappeared, Sing Sing had already quietly crouched behind the Stinger.

He gripped the short metal rod with both hands, and using the strength of his waist and abdomen, he thrust it forward with all his might, aiming at that only weak point!

"Hidden Leaf Secret Taijutsu Ultimate Technique! Thousand Years of Death!"

"Pfft!"

The cold alloy tube was firmly inserted.

The Stinger's originally cold and ferocious face underwent a harmonious transformation of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—in a fraction of a second.

"Bang!"

The Stinger was sent flying off the ground by Sing Sing's move.

He slammed face down against the wall in an extremely undignified manner.

But he didn't care about his bruised forehead at all. He desperately covered the back of his head with both hands, curled up like a shrimp, and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"Aaaaah! Stephen Chow! I'm going to kill you!!"

Its cries were mournful and lingered for three days.

In one corner of the hall, Coyote with half its face mangled and bloodied lay on the ground, convulsing in rage.

On the other side, there were Stinger dripping with cold sweat.

The two high-end creations, masterpieces of the company, were now staring at the man who was taking out a lighter with their remaining three eyes.

"Hehehe... How does it feel? This is the first time I've used this trick!"

He picked up the Whimsical Gun from the ground, turned it over, and glanced at another label stuck to the buttstock.

Sing Sing flicked his cigarette ash and slowly read aloud from the label, "Friendly reminder: This product is equipped with reverse-fire self-defense logic. Please read the instruction manual carefully on page 37, Article 12, Section 5 before firing. Do not pull the trigger directly..."

"Being an assassin these days is really tough. It's one thing to lack skill, but being uneducated is a real problem too. They don't even bother to read the disclaimer before stealing equipment."

Sing Sing put the gun back in his pocket and sighed.

"Being a villain these days isn't easy; you have to read the instruction manual before you can even steal a weapon."

Christina peeked out from the corner, "You... you threw the gun on purpose from the beginning?"

"Nonsense!"

Sing Sing glanced at her sideways, "Have you ever seen a proper special agent throw away their weapon on the battlefield?"

"This is called 'luring the snake out of its hole,' or 'luring the enemy deep inside.' Don't you understand tactical awareness, young comrade?"

Stinger profusely, Cizhen struggled to prop himself up on one side with his long fork, his vital parts still throbbing with pain.

His bionic composite body has a resistance to impacts far exceeding that of ordinary people, but the metal tube hit his vitals right in the middle, and even he couldn't withstand such humiliating damage!

"Stephen Zhou... I swear I won't be a man if I don't tear you to pieces today!"

The Coyote on the other side also got up from the ground, its mutilated face covered with bits of flesh, and let out a series of frantic low howls.

"Alright, alright, you're already seriously injured to the point of being a level 10 work-related injury, and you're still just talking nonsense. Are you trying to exploit the low-health berserk buff here?"

Sing Sing Chow didn't even glance at them. He strolled back to the control panel and pulled out the two-yuan fruit knife that was pinned to the commander's hand.

The commander screamed in pain, clutching his hand, Sing Sing ignored him.

"Tell me honestly, where is Jacob Younger?"

The commander's jaw clenched in pain, and he turned his head away venomously, refusing to utter a single word.

Sing Sing sighed and patted the other person's shoulder twice.

"Looks like you're really not afraid of pain."

He turned and walked toward the Stinger and the Coyote, twirling the fruit knife twice in his hand.

"Then let's start with the two of you."

The Stinger struggled to stand upright, releasing a surge of purplish-red energy, but this time it was noticeably weaker.

"You think you've won?"

Sing Sing laughed, "No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

"Aren't you using cloud backup? Let's do a test and see if your chip upload speed is faster, or my cutting technique is faster."

"First cut ten pounds of lean meat, then ten pounds of fat meat."

"Chop it finely into a paste, making sure there's not a single bone left."

"Furthermore... I'd also like to know... whether you can withstand my Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."