A Female Avatar's Center-of-Gravity Troubles

My fingertip brushed against the sealing wax; the texture still carried the scent of pine resin.

Tsk, no wonder they don't allow early repayment of the principal even with a 9% annualized compound interest rate...

It turns out it was a scam perpetrated by those old foxes from the Hellfire Club...

Deadpool came up behind Sing Sing and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"These buyers are codenamed: Brandy Club on Manhattan's Upper East Side, Night at the Moulin Rouge in New Orleans!"

Deadpool smacked his lips, spitting onto half of Sing Sing's collar.

"I know these Spider Caves like the back of my hand!"

"Back then, I was so poor from taking illegal jobs that I was practically urinating blood. I even sneaked into their kitchen and stole three boxes of Australia lobsters."

"Good heavens, it's full of eighty-year-old Wall Street veterans on pacemakers, practically half-buried in their graves, pure, hardcore pay-to-win gamers!"

"I usually like to drink the bone marrow of Mutants in their early twenties as a completely natural and harmless oral liquid!"

Sing Sing turned a page, which listed Christopher Muse's name.

The note in red pen reads, "SSS-grade special life consumables, estimated starting bid for a living subject: $30 million."

Scroll down further, and you'll find the name of that rock boy from earlier.

The remarks section states that the cornea and kidney were successfully matched, and the transplant is expected to be performed early next month.

Sing Sing closed the ledger and pushed Deadpool's head away.

"To offer such a comprehensive service, those bastards at Hellfire Club are truly the kings of capitalism; there aren't even enough streetlights to hang them all."

"Absolutely! That's what they call deep integration of industry, academia, and research—a closed-loop ecosystem!"

Deadpool pointed to the tablet.

"This screen looks pretty high-definition. Do you need it? If not, could you take it back to your dorm and download several gigabytes of Tokyo Hot study materials?"

Snap!

Sing Sing slapped Deadpool's paw away, took out his Mini Dimensional Box, and stuffed the ledger and encrypted tablet inside.

"These are irrefutable pieces of evidence of transnational financial crimes and human trafficking!"

Sing Sing patted the outer shell of the Dimension Box and put it back in his pocket.

As for these few criminals caught in the act...

Sing Sing walked over to the heavy armored vehicle whose front end had collapsed.

Smith was still slumped on the deformed hood when Sing Sing pulled out a restraint strap.

"Wade, give this Wall Street financial elite a hand and lift him up to that lamppost over there."

"Yes, sir! I'm the best at bondage play!"

Deadpool scurried over, grabbed Smith by the leg, and dragged him toward the concrete pillar at the slaughterhouse entrance.

Smith's head slammed against the gravel, and he groaned twice in pain while still unconscious.

Sing Sing stepped forward and wrapped Smith, along with the pillar, in eight knots.

He then pulled a cell phone from the other person's pocket and dialed 911.

"Hello, is this the Detroit East Precinct?"

"A group of people were conducting an illegal financial pyramid scheme outside the Third Avenue United Slaughterhouse. The main perpetrator has been apprehended by concerned citizens. Please send two ambulances to collect the body immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Sing Sing dusted off his hands.

Turning my head, I saw Jacqueline Gavin walking towards me from the other side.

She was only wearing a camouflage vest that she had stripped from the mercenary's corpse, her two firm, wheat-colored arms exposed.

After walking only a few steps, Jacqueline stopped, clutched her chest with both hands, and bounced around a couple of times in frustration.

"Fuck, what kind of lousy body structure is this?!"

Jacqueline tugged at the tight collar of her camouflage vest and complained loudly to Sing Sing.

"Director, I didn't notice it when I was hitting that person, but now that I'm running, there are two lumps of flesh on my chest that keep jiggling up and down, making my spine almost bend!"

Come to think of it, he/she has disguised himself/herself as a woman multiple times to gather intelligence.

However, the changes in their physiques were all quite ordinary. Having become accustomed to male bodies, they would subconsciously transform into bodies that facilitated their movements after the transformation.

But now she's completely helpless!

Jacqueline stared down at her chest, glancing at the girl next to her who was snickering.

"Do you guys usually wear two ten-pound shot puts on your chests when you go out to fight? How the hell are you supposed to practice tactical rolls like that?"

Deadpool's eyes were practically glued to Jacqueline's chest, and he gestured with his hands in front of his own chest to make an arc.

Wow~ A genuine European and American supercar with a V8 twin-turbo engine! And it comes with top-of-the-line airbags!

"Hey sis, broaden your horizons!"

"If you find the pressure of gravity too strong, I, in the spirit of international humanitarianism, would gladly serve as your personal human support 24/7, free of charge!"

"Purely manual operation, no tips required!"

Jacqueline raised her right foot and delivered a vicious kick to the chest.

Bang!

Deadpool flew about ten meters and crashed into half of a brick wall.

"Screw your human-powered support frame!"

Jacqueline gave him the middle finger. "My mental fortitude will always be that of a real man!"

"If you dare to spout dirty jokes at me again, I'll twist your genitals into a pretzel and feed it to the stray dogs on the street!"

After Jacqueline finished her tirade, she awkwardly tucked her messy, gray-blue curly hair behind her ear and walked over to Sing Sing.

"Director, you're really strong now, much more resilient than I used to be."

She clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking.

"It's just that I'm not used to the gender thing right now. When I go back to headquarters with you guys later, the organization... they're not really going to put me in the female staff dormitory, are they?"

"Seeing a room full of young women changing clothes, I was afraid I'd get a nosebleed and get beaten up."

"Don't worry, our 749 Bureau emphasizes individualized approaches for each person, and our humanistic care is top-notch."

"We'll approve a single apartment for you according to the special talent introduction standards. You can even wash your hair upside down in the apartment and no one will care."

Christopher, who was standing nearby, was carrying a green canvas satchel that read "Serve the People" and was leading the twelve Mutants students who had just escaped their predicament over.

The boy from the rock wiped the tears from his face and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Chief Stephen, Detroit Police patrol cars can usually reach the East Side in five minutes."

"The Ivy League Fund has an inside contact within the city police department. If we wait for their main force to arrive, the dozen or so of us definitely won't be able to leave."

The red-haired boy who had launched the fireball was also very nervous, looking around at the dark alleyway.

"Yes, Smith also has two mechanized debt collection squadrons stationed across the Detroit River. They can get here in just ten minutes by armored vehicle!"

Christopher swallowed hard. "Boss, with so many of us, are we really going to smuggle ourselves across the US-Canada border to catch a boat in Canada? I know a few smugglers who deal in cargo on the Great Lakes..."

"Why would we need a boat? Our 749 Bureau's Overseas Talent Recruitment Office chauffeured transportation when we go out on business!"

Sing Sing interrupted the rambling thoughts of these naive young people.

He glanced at his wrist at the Rolex that Deadpool had forced him to wear.

2:30 AM.

Converted to Beijing time, it's exactly 3:30 PM right now.

The sun is shining brightly, making it the perfect time for afternoon tea and political study.

"Relax, everyone. Gather your scattered equipment and personal belongings and line up."

Sing Sing pulled out a communicator.

"I'll get some people right away and arrange a ride across the Pacific Ocean for you."

Beep... beep...

The phone was answered after only two rings.

Before Sing Sing Chow could even speak, a deep Siberia accent came from the other end of the receiver.