I Told You to Save My Best Bro, and You Gave Him Big Wavy Hair?
This doesn't make sense, does it?
I've seen the female version of my little brother before.
It's just average, nothing special.
The woman in front of him bore no resemblance to Jacob except for their hair color.
He's taller, stronger, and looks better...
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The Gambit leaped over the scattered cards and rushed to Sing Sing, grabbing his arms with both hands.
"Stephen, old friend, don't make me laugh at this kind of hellish joke!"
"Where is my brother Jacob? Where is that dark-skinned, fat guy who's barely 1.7 meters tall? Did he not make it to the operating table?"
Sing Sing gently pushed Remy's wrist away and smoothed out the wrinkles on his brown trench coat.
"Cousin... the most important thing in life is to be happy... please let go of my hand."
"The person was definitely saved. When has this director ever failed to act?"
"It's just that Dr. Christopher's clinical skills are a little lacking; he used pork tenderloin to give your brother a max-level female character skin."
Jacqueline Gavin, who was standing behind, put her temporary ID card in her pocket and walked over.
Tilting his head, he sized up the dumbfounded Gambit, uttering a string of slang and profanity that only low-level thieves in New Orleans 'France District would understand.
"Remy, you old bastard Cajun, you thieving scoundrel! It's only been a few days, and you can't even recognize the sound of my fart anymore?"
After saying that, Jacqueline swung her right fist and punched Remy squarely in the left shoulder socket.
Remy took two steps back, rubbing his numb shoulder, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Jacqueline's long, wavy hair and her bulging camouflage vest.
"God... Virgin Maria..."
"Those pecs, no, those wavy hair, Jacob?"
Remy pointed a finger at the other person, his voice trembling.
"My old friend, were you possessed by a voodoo priestess?"
Jacqueline grabbed Remy by the collar and pulled him close to her nose.
"Damn it! That crazy old hag Omen my brains off!"
"If Stephen hadn't taken me away, you'd be carrying an urn of ashes back to the Mississippi River to bait your fish today!"
Beside him, Deadpool, having finished applying the ointment, leaned over holding a cell phone.
"Click! Detroit Midnight Transgender Drama Season 2: Best buddies reunite and he turns into a domineering older woman who falls in love with me! Double-tap the screen and follow, guys!"
Remy's head was throbbing from the noise, so he flung out an Ace of Spades, knocking Deadpool over.
Poor Deadpool, phone and all, crashed headfirst into a trash can, leaving only his legs flailing outside.
The Gambit reached out and touched Jacqueline's firm arm muscles, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"It's good that you're alive, my friend. Even if you've grown twin turbochargers now, in my eyes you're still the best Messenger!"
Jacqueline snorted and then slapped Remy on the chest.
"Once I get used to this damn body, I'm going to tear Silver Peak apart!"
Remy turned around, took a step back, and gave Sing Sing a gentlemanly bow.
"Do you need a handyman who knows demolition and lock picking?"
Sing Sing pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and put it in the other person's mouth.
"We're all family, so let's not mince words. Our 749 Bureau has always been a model unit for honoring contracts and keeping promises."
"Since you are so sincere in wanting to improve, I'll have the personnel department process your application."
Hu Yingying glanced at the wall clock, walked over, clapped her hands, and drew everyone's attention back to the hall.
"New comrades, the initial ground inspection is now complete. I will now lead you to the sunlight adaptation dormitory on the south side of the first floor to begin the second phase of your 72-hour adaptation period."
She turned around and waved to the two civilian staff members behind her.
"The legal department staff and simultaneous interpreters, please follow. Once we reach the dormitory area, we need to read aloud the bureau's eight mandatory notification items to everyone in person."
The group walked through a red-carpeted corridor, pushed open the glass door on the south side, and were greeted by a row of two-story townhouses with their own courtyards.
The warm sunset streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the common lounge with its wooden floors, where sliced cantaloupe and steaming black tea sat on the table.
The twelve Awakened students sat awkwardly on the sofa.
Hu Yingying took the blue folder handed to her by the legal officer, opened the first page, and her clear voice echoed throughout the room.
"Before you all formally decide whether to remain in your positions, on behalf of the 749 Bureau, I would like to formally inform you of your eight basic rights."
"First, you all have the absolute right to refuse research projects, and no department may force you to participate in involuntary experiments for any reason."
"Secondly, the conditions for freedom of departure from the base are clarified: as long as basic security reporting is completed, everyone can apply for normal outings for procurement and leave."
"Third, if any of your immediate family members overseas are facing threats from conglomerates, this bureau will assist in making contact and providing cross-border safe haven."
"Fourth, fifth..."
Christopher breathed a sigh of relief.
Here, he no longer needs to worry about becoming a mobile blood bank for the powerful and wealthy.
Knock, knock, knock. Christina, dressed in blue overalls, walked in.
The Morlocks girl, who had been eating sand in the Utah wilderness just a few days ago, carried two buckets of purified water in her hands as if they were toys, and walked briskly to the water dispenser in the corner.
With a flick of her wrist, she firmly placed the heavy bucket of water, weighing over ten kilograms, onto the base, then turned around and flashed a bright smile at the room full of new faces.
"Hello everyone, good afternoon! I'm Christina, a new employee in the Logistics Support Department. Welcome to my new home!"
She took out a towel from around her neck and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, then jogged over to Sing Sing and proudly patted her bulging work pants pockets.
"Director Zhou, this afternoon I replaced thirty bottles of bottled water for the administration building and dormitory area, and the head of the logistics department gave me a sixty yuan subsidy for my part-time work!"
Christina pulled a stack of brand-new red and green banknotes from her pocket, waved them around, and looked at everyone with sparkling eyes.
"I got paid today! I've already asked the cafeteria lady to make some. I'm treating all the new colleagues to large cups of bubble tea with double toppings!"
Sing Sing gave a thumbs-up and shook it.
"Look, this is what they call 'labor creates wealth'! Our Comrade Nana has only been here for two days and she's already on the road to prosperity through hard work! Everyone should learn from this veteran comrade!"
The sound of a tractor horn came from the yard outside the window.
Sing Sing pushed open the window and leaned half his body out to look down.
A small, double-cab pickup truck with the words "749 Ecological Agriculture Demonstration Base" printed on it was parked at the gate, chugging and emitting white smoke.
The driver's side door opened, Geggebu jumped out of the vehicle, the half-eaten carrot still inside his stomach swaying back and forth with his movements.
In the passenger seat, Baobao, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and mud-caked canvas shoes, jumped out of the car carrying two baskets of farm eggs.
He tilted his sun-darkened face back and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Director Zhou, Instructor Hu, Geggebu and I have brought free-range chickens to the bureau!"
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P. S.: I'll post the character information later; I won't include it in the main text.