The Hell Lord Drew Her Sword Over a Chickens and Rabbits Problem
"Let's go, back to Wendover."
"Oh..."
Christina stood up, clutching her head, and hesitated before speaking:
"Um... Director Zhou, you were wearing a hat, so how did that flying device get stuck to your hat and lift you up?"
Sing Sing grinned. "It's a secret."
After saying that, he pulled out Mini Dimensional Box that was comparable to Doraemon's pocket.
"Click-clack!"
An anti-gravity Hover Motorcycle was forcibly pulled out.
It was the vehicle that had been seized earlier.
He stepped onto the seat, gripped the handlebars Lao Zhou, and patted the back seat.
"Get in the car! Keep your hands to yourself, don't you dare rummage through my pockets!"
Christina, who had never seen such high technology before, cautiously climbed onto the back seat, gripping the hem of his shirt with both hands.
Call out!
The motorcycle transformed into a streak of purple light and sped off into the distance.
After a while.
On the outskirts of Wendover town, in the back alley of Old Feng Sichuan Restaurant.
As soon as the code signal of two long and three short sirens was given, the security door quickly opened a crack.
Old Feng, wearing an apron, poked his head out and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who was outside the door.
He stepped aside to let the two people into the house.
"Oh my goodness, Director Zhou... you've really made a huge fuss this time! All the police cars in town were out; this commotion almost scared me to death!"
"It's a minor incident, just an illegal building self-destructing and being demolished."
Sing Sing took the cigarette from Old Feng and walked towards the underground entrance.
The tightly bound Prism was huddled beside the wooden crate.
Thanks to its unique bonding ability, the body that had been cut in half had now been barely pieced back together.
Upon seeing Sing Sing come down, Prism trembled all over and shrank back into the shadows.
Arclight, who was gagged beside him, struggled desperately, refusing to submit even at the cost of her life.
To make a long story short...
Sing Sing stepped forward, took out the harpoon he had seized from Stinger, and held it in front of Prism's eyes.
"The Deep Well is destroyed, the Stinger Coyote is dead. I'll ask one last time, where is little Jacob hiding?"
Sing Sing spoke calmly, but the harpoon in his hand jabbed Arclight's leg.
The sharp harpoon pierced the skin, and blood flowed freely.
Arclight cried out in pain, but could only whimper; no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.
"Sir! Mr. Stephen! I swear I'm just a salaried Watchdogs!"
"The handover of Jacob was entirely arranged by the Lady herself; I didn't even smell the exhaust fumes from the transport equipment!"
If I utter a single lie, may I shatter into three thousand pieces on the spot and be swept into the trash can and dumped into the septic tank!
Sing Sing stared at him for a second, then released the harpoon.
This guy's pupils are unfocused, his mental defenses have collapsed, and he's definitely not worth squeezing out of anything.
The woman next to her was even more stubborn!
Not only did they not say anything, but they also started swearing!
Sing Sing frowned and took out the encrypted satellite communicator used by the 749 Bureau.
Beep... beep... beep...
"That's strange, what's wrong with this Russian girl? Last time she answered so quickly even in the middle of the night, why isn't she answering now?"
Sing Sing was puzzled and dialed again.
After three unsuccessful attempts, Sing Sing had no choice but to dial another person's confidential short number.
This time it went through instantly.
Suppressed chuckles and gasps came through the receiver.
"Shh... keep your voice down, I'm lying in wait..."
The Wandering Girl deliberately softened her voice, but Lao Zhou could detect schadenfreude in it.
What are you grinning about? Where's the milk? I've been trying to call her but no one's answering.
"Pfft... Magik?"
The Blue Elf couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
The sound of a pen writing can be faintly heard in the background.
"Don't count on her. The boss personally issued the order, and the political work department is directly overseeing it."
"The leaders determined that she was a 'slippery fish in the net of nine-year compulsory education who severely lacked basic general education'."
"I'm currently receiving intensive, all-encompassing tutoring from three specially appointed retired senior teachers!"
"From the pinyin 'ao e', to quadratic equations, all the way up to the Basic Principles of Marxism."
"She just got a middle school word problem wrong and got so upset she almost drew her sword! Her older brother then smacked her on the head and made her copy the key points five hundred times, haha!"
Sing Sing was startled.
The imagery is so vivid.
The image of the hellish lord biting a pencil stub and calculating the chicken-and-rabbit problem on a piece of scrap paper flashed through his mind.
"Haha..."
Sing Sing couldn't hold back for a moment and burst into laughter.
He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, cleared his throat, and said seriously:
"Alright, stop watching the show and hurry up and open a portal to come over for your business trip."
"Okay, okay!"
Eager to have some fun, the Blue Elf made no demands this time, simply confirming the location and starting the teleportation.
A layer of purple ripples spread across the cellar.
A Smurf, dressed in a yellow and blue fitted long-sleeved shirt and baggy Blue Elf, appeared out of thin air, popping a pink bubblegum with a "pop".
Sing Sing Chow pointed to the Prism and Arclight on the ground.
"Pack these two alive and send them directly to the Abnormal Human Research Center, and hand them over to... um, to A Le for processing."
"Tell A Le to use our bureau's traditional procedures to give them a proper ideological and political mobilization."
"Okay."
The Wandering Girl reached out and touched the two prisoners who were bound together.
Sing Sing turned his gaze to Christina beside him.
He pulled out a sheet of paper with the national emblem in gold foil and the official seal of a red-headed document, and handed it over.
"Xiao Na, the great purge has begun; the world outside is far from peaceful."
"This is a letter of intent from the 749 Bureau for recruiting overseas special talents."
"Sign it, and you'll get up to seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds, plus employee dormitories, paid annual leave, and all the other benefits. From now on, no one will treat you like a rat in the gutter anymore."
Christina looked at the paper, yet she still felt an instinctive fear and hesitation.
"Can... can I really do this? I'm just a Morlocks..."
The Blue Elf reached out and took Christina's slightly cool hand.
"Hey, what are you dawdling about?"
"In our bureau, the canteen serves big meat buns every meal, and we also have milk tea every day. What's there to worry about?"
"Before I joined 749, I was always hungry and cold, and I was constantly being chased because of my teleportation ability. Look, I've gained ten pounds now!"
The warmth from her palm and the sincere chatter completely broke down Christina's defenses, who was already tempted.
She nodded and smiled, "I'll go."
The Wandering Girl snapped her the Snap, preparing to pull the person along to activate the teleportation, when she suddenly stopped.
"Oh, right, I heard the intelligence department mention it before I left."
"Old Goldhead and that pretty lady named Silver Fox have already set off for the Alkali Lake in Canada."
Uncle Biao said if it's on your way, you could go and keep an eye on things.
"Okay, go on your way."
Sing Sing Chow waved.
A purple light shone in the space, then vanished in an instant, and the cellar returned to silence.
Old Feng, who had been silent all along, handed another cigarette to his boss and lit it after everyone had left.
"Director Zhou, what are your plans next? Will you stay here?"
Sing Sing exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting his eyes.
My gaze passed over the stone wall of the cellar and settled on the direction of New York.
It's time for him to meet that bald guy who's pretending to be ignorant.