The So-Called Legal Enforcement Order Was Just a Contract of Indenture
The blade sliced into the front of the car, cutting all the way down to the bottom.
A straight crack appeared in the center of the front of the vehicle, and the two sides of the vehicle body tilted outwards.
The gunfire stopped.
"Fuck... he chopped up the armored vehicle?"
The gunman in the front row stared at the truck that had been split in two, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble.
On the roof of another car, Smith's wine glass slipped from his hand.
Sing Sing used the momentum to leap up and quickly closed in.
"Open fire! Kill him!"
His figure shifted position between the gun barrels, bullets grazing his clothes and hitting the ground, occasionally kicking up a cloud of gravel.
He turned the blade to the back of the knife.
"Nine percent compound interest, right?"
The back of the knife struck down.
The burly man at the front had his knee shattered, his right leg bent at a ninety-degree angle, and he collapsed to the ground with a scream.
"You're even blocking early repayment channels, forcing people to work for free their whole lives, right?"
Sing Sing hit the left gunman's shoulder blade.
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the man was sent flying, knocking over three of his companions.
"So young and instead of learning good things, he's following the capitalists into human trafficking, even sending people to underground clubs to sell their bodies to pay off debts?"
He kicked away the gunman who lunged at him, and then slammed the back of his knife into the gunman's elbow joint.
"I'll let you sell! I'll let you take out a mortgage! I'll let you apply for a credit card!"
The back of the knife fell again and again, and in less than ten seconds, half of the people standing were gone.
"Wuhu! The second team from the Detroit demolition office has arrived!"
Deadpool swung over, grabbing a broken cable, and landed with a double slash.
He then slit the throats of the two mercenaries who were about to shoot him from behind.
"Robbery! Men stand on the left, women on the right, and transvestites and Mutants lie down in the middle!"
"Anyone wearing Rolex, Vacheron Constantin, or Patek Philippe should lie down with the dial facing up and let you touch it!"
After saying that, Wade squatted down and began to loot the corpse.
"Damn! A Montblanc wallet with three hundred dollars in loose bills inside? You Wall Street lackeys come out of state to investigate a case, and you don't even get a travel allowance?"
At the rear, Commissioner Smith grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared:
"Useless idiots! A bunch of good-for-nothings! Is the heavy firepower crew on the flank dead? Turn them into mincemeat!"
Two modified pickup trucks on the side simultaneously opened their tarpaulins.
The muzzles of two Gatling heavy machine guns crossed and locked onto Sing Sing from both sides.
"Director, be careful!"
Deadpool, clutching the watch he'd just stolen, rolled behind a concrete block.
"That thing fires 6,000 rounds per minute; if it hits you, it'll scatter your ashes!"
Sing Sing was somewhat surprised by this guy's reminder. Why was this guy being so considerate today?
Boom!
The concrete road surface crumbled from beneath his feet, sending several pieces of concrete flying into the air.
"Great Strength Vajra Leg!"
He kicked his right leg four times in mid-air.
Four concrete blocks, trailing a whooshing sound, crashed into the two pickup trucks.
The thickened bulletproof glass first cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and then shattered completely.
Concrete debris pierced through the windows, crashed into the truck bed, and slammed the Gatling gun, which was still emitting sparks, along with the gunner into the deformed chassis.
The remaining dozen or so mercenaries finally couldn't hold out any longer, threw down their guns, and turned to run.
Commissioner Smith's legs went weak.
This thing must be a humanoid weapon that escaped from some secret laboratory!
He scrambled off the roof, pulled open the back door of the bulletproof command vehicle, and roared into the driver's cab:
"Drive! Run him over!"
There was no engine start-up sound in the driver's cab.
"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Everybody, put your hands up!"
Deadpool had somehow pried open the front door and was now sitting in the driver's seat with his legs crossed.
He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and took a few sips of Commissioner Smith's red wine with the other.
"Surprise! Surprised? Unexpected? Didi Chuxing is at your service, sir. Would you like to go to the mass grave in the Western Suburbs, or simply be reincarnated?"
"Get out! You're insane!"
Smith trembled as he reached for his holster under his arm.
The moment his fingers touched the gun handle, the right-side car door was ripped off from the outside.
Sing Sing burst in, grabbed Smith's Hermès tie, dragged him out of the carriage like a sack of potatoes, and slammed him onto the gravel ground.
Smith's front tooth hit the curb and broke off half of it, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain.
"Commissioner Smith, we haven't even settled that $890,000 mess yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Do you know who I am? I'm a senior partner at the Ivy League Student Aid Fund!"
"We have a legal enforcement order issued by the Michigan Circuit Court!"
"Our fund is backed by three major Wall Street pharmaceutical conglomerates, as well as the Rockefeller family!"
"You are destroying the private property of multinational corporations! There is no place in United States where you can be tolerated! The Federal Bureau of Investigation will put you in the electric chair!"
"A legal enforcement order? Pshaw!"
Snap!
Sing Sing Chow slapped him so hard that his gold-rimmed glasses flew more than ten meters away.
Smith's left cheek swelled up rapidly, and two of his molars were spat into the mud.
"A legal enforcement order? Pshaw!"
"They tricked a poor 17-year-old student into signing a contract of servitude with a promise of 9% compound interest, cutting off his livelihood and forcing him to sell himself to pay off his debts."
"Treating living people like mobile organs, selling blood bags by weight, and you call this a society governed by law?"
With a slight increase in pressure, Smith heard a faint cracking sound from his chest.
"Listen up, four-eyed guy. We don't recognize the tyrannical terms of your American imperialism."
"We Easterners value reciprocity; this breach of contract penalty will be settled with the bones of you vampires."
Smith dug around in the mud a couple of times, but couldn't get himself up.
He reached into his suit jacket pocket with his right hand and pulled out a small remote control with a red antenna.
"You asked for this! You forced me into this situation!"
Beep beep!
The tailgates of the two heavy-duty enclosed container trucks at the very back were open downwards.
Christopher's expression changed drastically when he saw the two container trucks.
"Director Stephen! Those are their 'living collateral' containers!"
Footsteps echoed through the white mist.
Twelve young figures emerged from the mist.
Each person had a black titanium alloy collar welded around their neck, and three semi-transparent catheters were inserted into their carotid arteries, pumping in pale blue fluorescent liquid.
Their eyes were empty and lifeless, with dark red blood vessels seeping from the corners of their eyes, and their movements were as stiff as marionettes.
Smith, still being trampled under Sing Sing's feet, was already pointing at the twelve young men and laughing.
"Did you see that clearly? These are all high-quality assets who sold themselves to us in order to get into prestigious universities!"
"The collars around their necks are connected to neurotoxins and high explosives; the control terminal is on my bio-heart monitor!"
Smith pointed to the green-glowing watch on his wrist, his expression manic.
"The highest-level order for suppression has been issued!"
"If they can't kill you within five minutes, or if my heart stops beating, the explosives in the collar will blow these twelve heads to smithereens!"
Smith looked up and stared at Sing Sing.
"Come on! Righteous Easterners!"
"Will you tear these poor students to pieces with your own hands, or will you just watch them die with you?"
Deadpool leaned against the car door and whistled.
"The classic villain-choice trolley problem!"
"I bet five cents he'll twist this four-eyed frog's head off and use it as a ball!"