This Cook Really Was a Little Uncanny
The long Stinger emitted a buzzing sound as energy was forcibly compressed into its tip.
"Stephen Chow! You have no idea what you're fighting against!"
Even if you dismantle this body of mine, my consciousness will still be transmitted back to the main server!
"In three minutes, I'll be fully revived in an incubation pod in Louisiana, and you won't even be able to take your ashes out of this wasteland!"
The Stinger pierced his neck, causing veins to bulge. Enduring the pain in his back, he used his long fork to transform into a fierce and dangerous beam, aiming straight for Sing Sing.
"Good grief, so you're playing an infinite resurrection strategy here?"
Sing Sing Chow tilted his head, pushed up his sunglasses that had slipped down to the bridge of his nose, and continued to chatter as he dodged his attack.
"How much do you pay for data traffic each month? You keep talking about uploading to the cloud."
"Don't you know that cross-province roaming charges are double the phone bill, you idiot!"
On the other side, the Coyote covered its exposed chin.
On that mangled face, the only remaining bright yellow beast eye was bloodshot, and the server rack in front of him appeared as a double image.
He shook his head, panting heavily, and didn't dare to get any closer to Sing Sing Chow.
The strange power of that gun had terrified him; going up now would be suicide.
The Coyote's neck twitched as it turned toward the corner.
The little girl was huddled between two broken servers.
They hadn't really paid much attention to Christina to begin with.
His original plan was to take down Stephen Chow first and then kill the woman, but now that he was nearly crippled, he decided to change his target.
Squeezing the softest persimmon is Beast's instinct.
The Coyote howled and pounced on its target.
"I'll tear you to shreds..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, the black-haired girl, who had been trembling and hugging her knees, glared at him angrily.
"Tear your grandpa's head off!"
"You think I'm some pushover, chasing me from the east coast to the western Gobi Desert?!"
A flash of anger crossed Christina's eyes, and the dark veins on her cheeks bulged.
After activating its mutant ability, the Dust Angel immediately stepped forward and grabbed the Coyote's forearm and wrist bones.
The Coyote's charging momentum was halted, and before it could even suppress the ferocity on its face, it was overwhelmed by the surging brute force erupting from the girl.
Christina used her waist strength, let out a delicate shout, grabbed the Coyote's forelegs, and swung him through the air like a windmill.
Smash it for me!
Clang!
The Coyote was slammed solidly onto the floor tiles.
Sing Sing glanced back amidst his busy schedule and exclaimed, "Wow, young man, you're quite strong!"
"The bureau is having a big clean-up next month, and you've been selected for the part-time job moving water dispenser buckets. You'll get a two-yuan subsidy per bucket."
The Stinger was thoroughly enraged by this blatant chatter.
But Sing Sing's figure moved like a willow in the wind, leaving fleeting afterimages amidst the crisscrossing attacks.
Without dodging or engaging in direct confrontation, it simply glides along the tip of the fork.
"Stephen Chow! What are you looking at?!"
"Where are your Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms? Where is your broken Pig Butchering Knife? Besides being good with words, what else can you do?!"
The Stinger missed seven or eight times in a row, and the fork tip poked several holes in the ground. The anger in my heart was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
Sing Sing ignored him, his eyes behind his brown sunglasses scanning back and forth over the Stinger.
What kind of iron turtle can't be broken up?
No matter how impressive the high-tech armor is, the layout of the energy pipelines must still adhere to the laws of physics. Can you really fly by playing tricks?
A mournful roar came from not far away.
Christina was already riding on the Coyote's back, one knee pressed against its cervical spine.
No matter how the orc struggled, the girl's arms gripped his throat like iron clamps.
"Sigh... This little girl has a really bad temper. I'll have to make her some chrysanthemum tea to cool her down when we get back."
Sing Sing, with a cigarette butt almost burning down to the filter in his mouth, took a final, deep drag.
Puff!
He exhaled a thick cloud of bluish-gray smoke, puffing out his cheeks.
"You despicable bastard!"
The Stinger, forked needle instinctively lunged forward erratically.
But as Sing Sing exhaled the smoke, he cut into the middle lane from below the gap in the Stinger.
The knife follows the body, going with the flow.
With a flick of his wrist, he switched the Pig Butchering Knife to his left hand, and the back of the blade traveled upstream along the fork handle, snapping away the deadly fork tip with a sharp crack.
At the same time, Sing Sing withdrew his right hand to his waist and pushed out with one palm, Stinger.
The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms: Hidden Strength, the Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use!
Like a blow that strikes across a mountain, it ignored the outer layer of biomimetic polymer armor and blasted directly into the Stinger's body.
Puff!
The Stinger eyeball bulged outwards, and a mouthful of dark red blood dribbled from the corner of its mouth.
"That's more like it."
Sing Sing showed no mercy, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
As the Pig Butchering Knife flipped, its blade transformed into a thin, blazing white line that struck the Stinger.
The skill of the Cook Ding Cuts Up an Ox is truly divine.
Click!
The long fork, gripped tightly by the Stinger, was neatly severed in the middle, with the front half spinning and flying into the air.
After disarming his opponent, Sing Sing quickly crouched down and circled around to the side of the Stinger, wielding Pig Butchering Knife in his hand like a blade wheel, slashing into the opponent's right leg.
Swish!
The boning technique, which follows the natural contours of the bones and muscles, is ruthless, sending pieces of meat flying everywhere.
The commander was terrified by what he saw.
When the Stinger finally realized what was happening and looked down, he discovered that Sing Sing had ripped his entire right leg down to the bone!
"Ahhh--!"
Without muscle support, the broken Stinger of the weapon were unable to maintain their balance and fell to the right.
Sing Sing didn't give him a chance to land. He spun around and swung his right leg back in mid-air.
Great Strength Vajra Legs!
The sole of the leather shoe landed solidly on the chin of the Stinger, the powerful force sending him flying off the ground and crashing into the wall.
On the other side, Christina rode on the back of the unconscious Coyote, her arms trembling slightly.
The lines on her face are gradually fading, revealing her originally delicate features.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen an outstanding graduate of New Oriental Culinary School debone ribs on the spot?"
"Strike while the iron is hot. This kind of mechanism heals incredibly fast. Let me go over there and finish him off, prying the motherboard out..."
Sing Sing reached out and straightened the crooked hat on his head, which was behind the Stinger that was trying to stand up.
This is the perfect opportunity to kick a dog when it's down!
Otherwise, once this high-tech turtle shell recovers, it might take another long time to fix it.
"Heh... hehehe..."
The commander, whose hand had been crippled by a fruit knife, somehow managed to prop himself up, his eyes filled with despair and madness.
"The great Silver Peak... would never leave experimental data to a yellow-skinned monkey!"
Sing Sing's eyes narrowed.
With the last of his strength, the commander raised his head and rammed it into the protective shield marked with a red skull!
Click!
The plastic cover shattered instantly.
The commander's blood-stained forehead slammed against the mechanical button.
"Beep!"
"Warning! Self-destruct sequence activated at the D-7 Test Site."
"The underground Fusion Gel will detonate in ten seconds."
"Countdown begins: nine, eight..."
Sing Sing listened to the countdown, his eyelids twitched slightly.
"You're always resorting to mutual destruction? How twisted is the corporate culture of your Silver Peak Consortium?!"