Too Heavy Up Front? The 749 Bureau's Custom Tactical Compression Garment!

Deadpool was stuck in the middle of a tree branch, half of his red and black mask pulled askew by the branch and tilted to the back of his head.

Sing Sing picked up the military overcoat from the ground and draped it over Jacqueline's shoulders.

Jacqueline grabbed the front of her military overcoat with both hands and pulled it tightly in the middle, her tall, 1.8-meter frame filled with a sense of grievance.

"Director, I just can't go on like this anymore!"

"Did Christopher accidentally pour all the triple-strength Angel yeast into the vitamin bath?"

Why does my chest feel heavier every day? Even breathing feels like a heavy weight is pressing down on me!

Sing Sing Chow chuckled and offered words of comfort.

"That's not how it works. Christopher meticulously crafted your size according to the law of conservation of biological mass of the three-headed Liger. It's very scientific and rigorous."

The Gambit chuckled and stepped forward.

"You really have to thank Director Zhou for his generous treat!"

"You used to be so short, only 1.65 meters tall, always walking with your neck hunched over. You even had to stand on tiptoe to watch a striptease. Look at you now!"

"A 1.8-meter-tall, wavy-haired, mature woman has overtaken everyone else and become the leading lady. What more could she ask for?"

Jacqueline was so angry that her veins were throbbing. She hooked her right foot and slammed her flip-flop directly at Gambit.

The Gambit shrank back, easily avoiding the attack.

Holding the ward round record folder, Hu Yingying walked nearby, then casually swung her right leg to the side, the sole of her boot hitting Deadpool squarely in the buttocks.

Deadpool flew straight out and crashed into the middle of the yard.

"Wade Wilson, for breaking into the women's dormitory compound and peeping, you have received one demerit. Now, go get toilet cleaner and clean the men's restrooms on the first to third floors!"

"No, Commander Hu! I was clearly assisting Director Zhou with cross-species psychological trauma intervention!"

"Jacqueline is a real man at heart. We're all brothers. What kind of peeping is it to glance at a brother's eight-pack abs?"

This is blatant sexism!

"Stop talking nonsense, or you'll lose the office building's public restrooms for a month!"

Deadpool shrank back, immediately admitting defeat.

Muttering "Using public office to settle personal scores, Abbess Miejue" under her breath, she scrambled out of the courtyard in a flash.

After dealing with the mischievous brat, Hu Yingying turned around, her expression softening.

"They're all grown men; they don't understand the ins and outs of this."

"The reason you're out of Shang-Chi and your center of gravity drops when you run is because you're not wearing a suitable high-intensity support sports bra."

Upon hearing the word "underwear," Jacqueline reflexively took a half-step back.

"Instructor Hu, you must be joking. Even if Silver Peak saws my brains into pieces and soaks me in a jar, I'll still be a true man, Jacob!"

"You want me to go to one of those pink lace lingerie shops in a department store to get my size measured and buy a bra?"

"I'd rather have Director Zhou give me a quick and painless cut right now!"

"Who told you to go to the pink lace shop? Our female field operatives from the 749 Bureau wear special tactical bodysuits when they go on missions."

"It can lock in the center of gravity and prevent punctures and stretching; it's completely different from those two thin pieces of fabric."

Sing Sing yawned beside him and waved to Hu Yingying.

"Alright, Lao Hu, I won't get involved in the professional field involving women's personal combat supplies."

"You guys have your internal discussion, I need to hurry back and catch up on some beauty sleep."

After saying that, Old Zhou put his hands behind his back and sauntered into the night.

The next morning, the sun had just risen above the treetops.

Hu Yingying changed into a casual trench coat, followed by Shi Xiaoyan, who was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and carrying a paper umbrella.

Christina waited at the door, arm in arm with 18-year-old Wendy Carter.

This girl's ability is contact gravity reduction, and she volunteered to intern in the logistics and material allocation group.

Four women sandwiched Jacqueline, whose face was filled with sorrow, in the middle.

"Gentlemen, is it really necessary to mobilize so many experts just to buy a vest?"

Jacqueline tucked her neck into her collar and kept glancing around as she walked.

Christina smiled and took out a carton of warm milk and handed it to her.

"Don't worry, sister. Instructor Hu isn't taking us to an ordinary shopping mall!"

"The two sets of durable work clothes I wore last week were altered there, and they're incredibly comfortable."

The group arrived at Qianmen Dashilan and got off the bus.

Avoiding the bustling commercial pedestrian street, we wandered through a winding alleyway deep within a lane with blue bricks and gray tiles, and hanging birdcages.

Hu Yingying led the group to a green wooden door with peeling paint.

Above the door hangs an old wooden plaque with gold lettering on a black background, inscribed in Song typeface: Red Star Special Labor Protection Alterations Shop.

Pushing open the door, you see the room filled with rosewood cutting tables, and rolls of fabric piled up in the corner.

A thin, gray-haired old man with brass-framed reading glasses perched on his nose was sitting by the window, operating an old-fashioned sewing machine.

"Uncle Zhou, this is a special talent our bureau just brought in; he's incredibly strong."

Hu Yingying greeted them familiarly, and Shi Xiaoyan, who was standing next to her, was already leaning against the table. She picked up the enamel teapot on the table and poured a bowl of Jasmine Flower tea for everyone.

Shi Xiaoyan picked up her teacup, blew on the tea leaves, and glanced at Jacqueline was hunched over.

"Straighten your back. In your mind, you see yourself as a man, but your body has already been reconstructed into the shell of a woman full of vitality."

"If you continue to walk with your chest hunched and arms crossed like this, within six months you'll develop severe cervical lordosis and nodular hyperplasia. At that point, your internal energy will stagnate, and you won't even be able to throw a straight punch properly."

Jacqueline was about to retort, her neck stiff, when Master Zhou was operating the sewing machine, stopped working.

The old man slowly stood up, pulled the worn-out leather measuring tape from his neck, walked over to Jacqueline, and gestured with it.

"Don't be shy, little girl. I've been making special protective suits for the 749 Bureau for forty years. The Tang suit that Ling Ling Yi is wearing was sewn by me. Hold out your arms."

Jacqueline closed her eyes and raised her two long arms horizontally.

Master Zhou's soft measuring tape was extremely nimble, gliding swiftly across her shoulder width, back width, and chest curves.

He then extended his thin but powerful fingers and gently pinched the high bulges of Jacqueline's trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles.

The old man's eyebrows immediately rose.

"The density of the muscle fibers in this girl's shoulders and back is almost comparable to that of special hydraulic steel plates!"

"Hu girl, no wonder the clothes your bureau issued couldn't contain her. Once her blood and qi surge, the heat released from her body and the lateral shearing force would tear ordinary Lycra fabric in less than two seconds!"

"Master Zhou, is there any cure for my condition?"

Jacqueline opened one eye, her voice carrying a hint of urgency she herself didn't realize.

"There's hope! Of course there's hope! Even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice, and a good tailor needs good materials. You're lucky, girl!"