$800,000 in Student Debt Forced Him to Become a Doctor, Capitalism's Debt Collection Convoy

Just as Jacob's eyelashes fluttered twice, a series of noises erupted from outside the slaughterhouse.

Six trucks crashed into the slaughterhouse, completely blocking the exit.

Sing Sing glanced outside. "There's backup?"

Sing Sing, ready for battle, called Deadpool, and the two stood guard in front of the operating table.

A white man wearing a custom cashmere suit and gold-rimmed glasses climbed onto the roof of the bulletproof vehicle and tested the sound with a horn.

"Good evening, Mr. Christopher Muse inside."

He paused, and without waiting for a response, continued, "I am John Smith, the specially appointed asset management specialist for the Ivy League Student Aid Fund."

"We detected that you just emitted a high-intensity amount of life energy. According to the test results, your physical condition is good and you are fully capable of fulfilling your repayment obligations."

Christopher, who was resting beside the operating table, suddenly flinched and stared in alarm at the direction from which the sound came.

Deadpool reached the wall, glanced at it, then retreated and whistled at Sing Sing.

"Today's round isn't just about gang warfare."

"This is a group of robbers with legitimate business licenses. I know the leader, the four-eyed frog Smith, the notorious vampire debt collector from Detroit."

"Once he sets his sights on a debtor, he'll eventually harvest their corneas and kidneys and sell them by weight."

Smith took the hardboard folder from his assistant and opened the bill.

"Mr. Muse, since you're unwilling to come out on your own, I'll help you review the accounts."

"You signed a federal higher education student loan five years ago, with a principal of $120,000. Adding late fees, penalties, interstate locator fees, and compound interest..."

He glanced down at the numbers.

"As of 10 PM tonight, you owe the fund a total of $894,600."

"Given that you have defaulted for fourteen consecutive calendar months, the fund's board of directors has decided to initiate mandatory asset seizure procedures. You have three minutes remaining."

"Clean yourself out and become a private doctor for the bigwigs on the board of directors in Manhattan, or sell your body in an underground club to pay off your debts."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of mercenaries simultaneously pulled the bolts of their guns.

Sing Sing Chow turned to Christopher: "Eighty-nine hundred and ninety-four thousand six hundred US dollars, which is more than six million yuan."

"Christopher, how did you, a barefoot doctor living in a basement, manage to rack up debts for a secondhand patrol boat?"

"High-stakes gambling in Las Vegas, or leveraging 100 times on Wall Street?"

"I didn't gamble!"

Christopher gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"I've never even bought a bottle of beer that costs more than five dollars!"

He pointed to the searchlight outside the door, his arm still trembling.

"That was a student loan I took out in my sophomore year of high school. I was born in one of the worst neighborhoods in Detroit; my father died from a shooting, and my mother overdosed on drugs..."

"I wanted to leave that place and get into medical school, so they sent an advisor to the school."

"I was seventeen then, and I didn't know anything. They said that if I signed, I could get my tuition fees, and that after graduation, once I got a job, I could pay it off in a few years..."

Christopher smiled, but it was full of bitterness.

"Nine percent annualized compound interest, with interest compounding on interest. The contract also locks out the early repayment option."

"If you can't find a job with an annual salary of 300,000 within five years of graduation, your interest will automatically double."

Sing Sing was shocked. "They won't let you repay the principal early? Is this what you call a student loan?"

"They're not in it for the interest!"

"Backed by pharmaceutical conglomerates and elite private clubs, they screen high schools across the country for students from poor families who have potential!"

"As soon as we develop even the slightest useful mutant ability while in university, they'll team up with hospitals and schools to revoke our professional licenses."

"Without a professional license, there's no legal income. Every day I wake up, the bills are still going up."

He looked at his hands.

"To pay off their debts, some people I know have no choice but to fight in underground boxing matches and test drugs in the black market..."

"Some people were even collared and sent to private yachts in wealthy neighborhoods to sell their bodies and genes."

Christopher was almost in tears. "I've already paid back a full six hundred thousand! But the numbers on the bill keep snowballing!"

Sing Sing thought of the students in the Toyo High Schools who were treated as disposable resources, and he also thought of the lowly Morlocks who had their marrow drained, as mentioned by the Dust Angel.

Those children didn't ask for much at first.

It's nothing more than a diploma, a job that can support you, or a chance to climb out of the mire.

"Compound interest locks in repayment channels and forces people to sell their labor, bodies, and organs..."

"Comrade Christopher, as a Deputy Division-Level cadre, I assure you with my Party spirit that such a criminal gang that lends money at exorbitant interest rates and forces women into prostitution would be rotten to the bone in China!"

"The ringleader should be taken to the execution ground and eaten like peanuts!"

Deadpool nodded repeatedly, drew his twin swords from his back, and casually twirled them.

"The director is right."

He sidled up to Sing Sing and shared a painful memory from his past.

"When I first started out and was short on cash, I almost got scammed by one of those Blackheart loan companies and had to go to Tokyo to film those censored, multi-person sex films to pay off my debts."

He straightened his chest.

"Although I'm hot and skilled in bed, capitalists don't get something for nothing!"

"Director, stop tolerating this! Go out and tear these beasts in human skin to pieces!"

Smith, standing outside, glanced at his watch.

"Three minutes are up."

He handed the megaphone to his assistant, took a white handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and waved forward.

"Fire tear gas and stun grenades. Once inside, break his legs and drag him out."

"Be careful not to injure his hands or brain; Mr. Rockefeller on the board is waiting to use him for a blood transfusion next week."

A dozen mercenaries raised the grenade launcher.

Bang, bang, bang!

Tear gas canisters and stun grenades crashed into the slaughterhouse, trailing white smoke.

A pungent, spicy smell quickly seeped through the doorway into the basement, followed by a series of explosions and bright lights.

Sing Sing took off the green canvas military satchel from his shoulder and handed it to Christopher.

"Take this, let it soak up some righteous energy to calm your nerves. Focus on taking good care of Comrade Jacob in bed."

"Those debt collectors outside will now be under the jurisdiction of our 749 Bureau's Legal Department."

Christopher stared at him, stunned.

This statement sounds absurd, but there was absolutely no room for negotiation in Sing Sing's tone.

The person on the operating table woke up at this moment, and under Deadpool's amused scrutiny, she took the tattered coat handed to her by Sing Sing.

When she spoke, her voice had changed to that of an unfamiliar woman.

"Fuck! How did I really turn into a woman? What happened to the promised 20 centimeters?"

Christopher scratched his head. "From what I understand... people who say they like men actually like women, and those who like women like men."

"So I thought you liked being a woman... wasn't that right?"

Sing Sing silently patted Jacob on the shoulder.

"It's okay. I heard from Remy that your name after the gender reassignment is Jacqueline Gavin? At least you can experience joys we can't..."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, Lao Zhou pulled Deadpool out.

"Wade, guard the door. Any flies that slip through the net are yours to catch; clock in and you'll get points."

"Understood!" Deadpool stood at attention and saluted. "May the director have good luck in battle and enjoy his killing spree!"

The mercenaries outside, already wearing gas masks and carrying automatic rifles, advanced through the gaps towards the gate.

The next second, a large hole appeared in the remaining load-bearing wall at the front of the slaughterhouse.

Sing Sing stepped out from inside.

Who goes there?!

"Fire! Fire at will!"

"Da da!"

5.56mm armor-piercing rounds slammed into the roller shutter door that Sing Sing was blocking in front of him.

The surface was dented, but the door, which was reinforced by Inner Qi, could not be broken through.

He continued forward despite the hail of bullets.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Five meters.

As Sing Sing approached the front of the convoy, he flung open the roller shutter and darted forward.

A blazing white blade flashed in the night, slashing straight at the heavy armored truck at the front.