Doctors Aren't God, Don't Make Things Hard for Them With a Brain!

The red light emanating from the self-destructing core on Barton's chest had become like a disco spotlight.

Sing Sing snorted coldly.

Trying to drag me down with you?

Did you get my permission?

If this place collapses, who's going to operate on this brain of mine later?

In the blink of an eye, the countdown jumped to its final few seconds.

"Three."

"Two."

A Great Strength Vajra Leg landed squarely on Barton's iron-hard back!

Let's go!

The heavily modified human, weighing over 200 pounds, instantly transformed into a rocket, smashing through the seven- or eight-meter-high ceiling of the slaughterhouse.

Deep in the night sky, a mushroom cloud of orange-red color bloomed.

"Wow! Mom, look! They're having an early New Year's celebration with fireworks in the Detroit slums!"

Deadpool looked up at the sky and yelled in the ruins in his hoarse voice.

The impact flooded the slaughterhouse, tearing off its already crumbling corrugated iron roof.

Christopher stared at the sky in shock. The cyborg who had come to capture him had just been kicked into the sky and turned into fireworks?

Seeing the falling rubble, Christopher, unable to escape, covered his head and curled up into a ball.

The pain didn't subside. When he opened his eyes, he found the man in the suit standing in front of him, creating an invisible wall of air above his head.

The falling concrete blocks hit the air wall and were bounced off in all directions.

"Ptooey! What brand of construction waste is this? And why is there dog poop in it?"

In the nearby ruins, Deadpool straightened up, cursing.

A steel I-beam just fell down and smashed his left arm, causing a right-angle dislocation and a comminuted fracture.

Half a piece of white bone fragment poked through the red and black bodysuit.

Wade didn't even flinch. He grabbed his severed hand and shoved it forcefully into his shoulder!

"Phew~ That feels so good! All-natural, additive-free physical bone setting saved me $500 in consultation fees!"

After stretching his newly reattached wrist, Wade picked up the twin swords that had fallen to the ground, his eye sockets behind his mask fixed on the struggling men.

In the direction of the main gate, a dozen or so survivors of the slave-catching team and Blood Crow Gang thugs were scrambling out on all fours.

"I notice your necks are quite stiff, which must be a result of constantly looking down at your phones. Come on, this mediator will perform a minimally invasive cervical spine separation surgery for you free of charge!"

Wade charged into the crowd, wielding his knife with swift motion, and blood spurted out.

"Hey buddy in camouflage, your forehead is dark, it's a bad omen. I'll draw two pounds of blood for you to clear your internal heat!"

"Hey bald guy, you're walking with your arms and legs moving in unison? Your legs aren't very strong, let me fix those tendons for you!"

Deadpool slashed away, hacking away at flesh and blood, all the while spouting nonsense.

Just as Deadpool was chopping down the Blood Crow Gang leader, a slave hunter sniper lying on the ground gritted his teeth and pulled back the bolt, his whole body trembling.

He knew he couldn't escape today.

Half of his body was trapped under construction debris; he couldn't escape on his own. Since that was the case...

He knows the buyer's rules best.

If the task isn't completed, the whole family will be fed to the crocodiles.

But if the target is destroyed, at least the family can receive a compensation payment!

The sniper silently set up his rifle, his sights fixed on Christopher on the ground.

Before his finger pulled the trigger, a fruit knife slid out of Sing Sing's right sleeve.

The beam of light pierced the barrel before the bullet left the barrel, its momentum undiminished, and went straight through his brain.

The screams coming from the direction of the gate also stopped.

Deadpool flicked the blood off his blades, sheathed them behind his back, and didn't forget to take the large gold watch from the corpse and put it on his wrist.

"Tsk tsk tsk, pure gold and diamonds, a bit tacky, but it could at least buy three months' worth of Mexico and soda at a pawn shop!"

Wade gave a thumbs-up to the air.

"Thoughtful readers have already started typing 'Thank you for the meal' in the public chat!"

Sing Sing ignored this clown.

Amidst the mess, Sing Sing pulled over a relatively intact folding chair and sat down.

"It's a minor incident, just small frictions from the daily mediation of disputes by the neighborhood committee. Comrade Christopher, don't be afraid."

"We were interrupted by that LED fireworks display. Let's go over the lines again."

"Let me introduce myself, the Director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of the Huaxia 749 Bureau, Stephen Zhou. A cadre at the division level and deputy division level for benefits."

Christopher sat on the ground, staring blankly at the business card handed to him, then turned to look at the decapitated corpses scattered all over the ground.

"Sir... does your great Eastern country always have this kind of postmodern punk style when you go down to the grassroots to recruit students?"

A hand wearing a red and black glove rested on his shoulder.

Deadpool leaned in and, as if they were old friends, put his arm around Christopher's neck.

"Trust me, bro! This is the most secure job in the entire universe!"

"As long as you're a little more discerning and smart, and never try to steal the Huazi your boss has left over like I did, life there is absolutely better than living on the top floor of Stark Tower!"

Sing Sing Chow kicked Deadpool half a meter away.

Go away and play with your gold watch!

Turning his head, Sing Sing adopted the demeanor of a seasoned political officer, his tone as warm and friendly as could be:

"Christopher Ke, I know you're feeling uneasy."

"In the Beautiful Country, capitalists are ruthless and Mutants. Mutants are either captured and dissected in labs or used as free blood banks for gangs on the black market."

"You've awakened such incredible medical genes, yet you're living like a rat in the sewers here, right?"

Christopher's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists.

His peaceful life was shattered the moment he discovered that he could revive cells simply by touching a dying person.

The gangsters pointed a gun at his head and forced him to save a wounded drug dealer from a fire.

The conglomerate's slave-hunting teams searched the entire city for him like Hound.

Even a neighbor he once helped could turn around and sell him to the Blood Crow Gang for a $50,000 bounty.

"Join our 749 Bureau."

Sing Sing patted his chest.

"First, we govern the country according to law. You were a legitimate employee of a public institution with a legal labor contract, and you were fully protected by the Labor Law!"

"Secondly, we'll provide you with an independent, sterile laboratory, ample research funding, and absolutely no forced or unpaid overtime!"

"Third, all the bad debts you owed in the black market, the financial groups you offended, and even the arrest warrants you had will be taken care of by our 749 Bureau's Overseas Talent Recruitment Office!"

"Even if the sky falls, the government's official hat will hold it up for you!"

Christopher was breathing rapidly.

Legal status... no need to hide... and an independent laboratory?

If this were the situation, any lowly Mutants had been relentlessly crushed by life would have to kneel down and beg for justice on the spot.

"That sounds... very tempting. But could I... think about it for a couple of days?"

"I also have a few familiar homeless patients here..."

"Consider it? Of course, our bureau always adheres to the principle of voluntary participation and never resorts to moral blackmail."

Sing Sing suddenly changed his expression, adopting a serious demeanor as he unfastened his shoulder bag.

Under Christopher's curious gaze, Sing Sing held up a cylindrical glass jar with both hands and placed it on his lap.

"Sir... Sir? Is this the activation core of some kind of biological weapon?"

"What kind of core leadership is this? No respect for hierarchy!"

Sing Sing rolled his eyes at him, pushed the glass tank forward, and enthusiastically introduced it:

"This is my good friend's sworn brother, and also a future specially appointed employee of our bureau, Comrade Jacob."

"Come on, Christopher, the boss has assigned you a performance evaluation task."

Sing Sing rubbed his hands together, looking at the black guy with expectant eyes:

"Look, this brain is incredibly fresh right now, with an activity level of at least 95%."

"Why don't you use your Omega-level rejuvenating magic to 'whoosh' his neck, spine, ribs, internal organs, plus his two long legs and eight-pack abs, and make them grow back on the spot?" Sing Sing even gestured thoughtfully.

"The style is up to you, but it'd be best if you made it look cool, but of course, don't make it cooler than me."

Deadpool, craning his neck from behind, egged him on. "Yeah, yeah! And while you're at it, give this guy a 20-centimeter-long one too!"

Christopher jumped three feet into the air, grabbing his messy hair with both hands and letting out a devastating roar:

"Sir, I'm an emergency room doctor, not God!"

"He didn't even leave a bone fragment, do you expect me to use those two pounds of pig brains to cook a dish for you?!"