Little Yellow Duck Backpack Headshot and the Female Officer in the Reception Hall
Fortunately, Magik wasn't a cruel or bloodthirsty person.
Just before the sword was about to strike, she deftly flicked her wrist, turning the blade horizontally and changing the strike into a parry.
Thump!
The heavy greatsword slammed solidly into Deadpool's head.
Wade saw stars, spread his legs, and fell face-first into the snow pit in a perfect starfish position.
A large, hot bump visibly swelled up on his forehead.
"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! If you dare mention the word 'mathematics' to me again, I'll throw you into the lake of Hellfire and pickle you like sauerkraut!"
Magik slung the Soulsword over his shoulder, turned around, and shouted into the circle of light.
"Brother, we've found him!"
The blue halo flickered, and a burly figure with a cold, metallic sheen emerged from the other side.
"Director Zhou, thank you for your hard work! The second-floor resettlement center and the ground-floor medical reception hall have been completely disinfected, and the medical staff and translators are on standby."
Colossus glanced at Deadpool, who was still twitching at his sister's feet, and scratched the back of his metal head.
"Illyana was a bit impatient while doing the questions, Director Zhou, please don't take it to heart."
"I'll make her write a 2,000-word self-criticism report later, deeply reflecting on the importance of proletarian cultural education!"
"It's nothing, it's all nothing!"
"Young people, it's normal to get stuck on problems and have high blood pressure. Engaging in some extracurricular, unrestricted combat to vent their frustrations is perfectly in line with the principle of holistic education, promoting all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor!"
Sing Sing waved with a smile, stepped forward, and patted the Magik in the blue and white school uniform on the shoulder.
"Well done, Comrade Little Yi! I'll get Uncle Biao to sign it for you later, and tomorrow's strawberry cupcakes are on me, all you can eat!"
The Magik's eyes lit up immediately.
"That's more like it! Next time you need a job that offers discounts on exam papers, just call my hotline. Rain or shine, the portal to hell is always ready to open for you!"
The twelve Mutants students behind them were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago I was waiting to die in the cold winds of Detroit, and now a blue door leading to halfway around the world has opened in front of me.
Medical staff in white coats walked back and forth on the other side of the door, and the aroma of jujube and goji berry tea even wafted through the air.
"This... this is the mysterious organization from the East?"
The Black girl who released the electric current covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Alright, stop sitting here in the cold wind lamenting about life. The Detroit Police Department's beat-up patrol car will be here soon."
Sing Sing turned around and clapped his hands at Christopher and the twelve students.
"Everyone, line up in two columns according to height, with the wounded and women in front!"
He pointed to the gleaming marble floor beyond the aperture.
"When you come in, wipe the mud off your shoes on the red carpet at the entrance. If you ruin it, I'll deduct money from my department's office budget for this month!"
"And you, Wade! Stop playing dead, get up and crawl inside yourself. If you delay closing the door, you'll be stuck in Detroit with Smith at the sewing machine!"
Upon hearing that he had to stay and operate the sewing machine, Deadpool was stuck in the mud puddle, sprang up like a carp, covered the bump on his forehead, and was the first to rush to the front of the line.
"No way, Director! This is a work-related injury. I need to get reimbursed for two boxes of liniment when I get back to the bureau!"
The rock boy and the red-haired boy helped each other to the edge of the circle of light.
The rock boy stopped and looked back at the ravaged slaughterhouse and the dark slum streets behind him.
A cold wind blew across the dilapidated tin roof, and the faint wail of police sirens could be heard in the distance.
After enduring nineteen years in this cannibalistic, rusty city, we've finally made it through today.
"Let's go, bro, off to college."
The rock boy gritted his teeth, grabbed the red-haired boy's arm, and stepped into the portal that glowed with a ghostly blue light.
The remaining ten students followed closely behind, filing in one after another.
Christopher stood before the portal of light, clutching his green canvas satchel tightly in his arms.
"Director Zhou, after this happens, will no one really force me to replace the powerful with their own blood?"
"Where we live, we only give out milk and bread for voluntary blood donations; there's no forced buying or selling."
Sing Sing reached out and patted Christopher on the back.
"Go on in, Comrade Christopher. Your sterile laboratory is waiting for you to cut the ribbon."
Christopher nodded and stepped through the portal of light.
Only Sing Sing and Jacqueline remained in the room.
Jacqueline glanced down at her blood-stained camouflage vest and jeans, then touched her messy, gray-blue hair, a rare hint of unease creeping over her.
"Director, what if Remy sees me looking like this..."
Sing Sing tossed the tattered suit jacket draped over his left arm over his shoulder and stepped toward the spotlight.
"It's alright, come on, let's go home for a late-night snack, and while we're at it, let's ask the cafeteria chef to make you a bowl of papaya and snow fungus soup to nourish you."
"Now that we've created a female character, we should max out all the attribute points, right?"
Jacqueline cursed and strode after Sing Sing across the blue halo.
Buzz...
The dark blue portal of ghostly fire rapidly contracted behind the two, turning into a speck of blue star and completely dissipating into the air.
The chill was replaced by the constant 26-degree central air conditioning heating.
Before Sing Sing could even ask the staff next to him for a cup of hot tea, the double frosted glass doors at the front of the hall opened automatically.
Six elite agents in black uniforms jogged in from either side and stood in neat rows on both sides of the hallway.
In the center, a female officer with shoulder-length short hair and dignified features strode into the hall.
Deadpool was sitting with his legs crossed on the edge of the money tree flower bed, picking his nose, when he saw the female officer enter. He was so startled that he quickly stood up straight.
Sing Sing was also taken aback.
"Oh my, Sister Yingying? What wonderful wind has blown by today? Why did you personally come downstairs to welcome me here?"
Madam Hu, known as Sister Yingying, stood in front of Sing Sing with a gentle smile.
"The Party Committee of the Bureau just held a meeting and made adjustments. From now on, I will be responsible for the entire process of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Program and will be in direct contact with you."
"What's wrong, judging from Director Zhou's expression, you're not happy to work with me?"
"Look at what you're saying! I swear to God!"
Sing Sing Chow immediately patted his chest and cried out that he had been wronged.
"Looking across our entire 749 Bureau, who doesn't know that the person I Ah Qi, admire and respect the most is Commander Hu?"
With you personally overseeing things from the rear, I can stand tall and confident even when I'm on the field!
Hu Yingying rolled her eyes at him.
As a colleague of many years, she had long been immune to this kind of nonsense.
She glanced at the twelve still-shaken foreign students and Jacqueline, then gestured to the medical team behind her.
"Receive Group 1 and Group 2. Activate Emergency Response Plan No. 205 (749 Cross-Regional Dispatch)."
"First, take the new comrades to the isolation chamber for basic biological scans and radiation screenings, simultaneously enter their temporary identity files, and distribute meal vouchers."
"Be gentle in your tone, and put simultaneous interpretation headsets on the children; don't frighten them."
"Yes!"