Where the Hell Did You Take Me This Time?

It wasn't fully light yet.

Sing Sing, dressed in a white suit and shiny black leather shoes, carrying a plastic bag full of liquid in one hand, crept furtively to the door of the room.

There was a piece of paper pasted on the door with a note in bold red ink:

[Do not administer alcohol!]

[Teleportation manipulation prohibited!]

No knocking at night!

[If she disappears without a trace, please check the bubble tea shop and the cafeteria first!!]

Sing Sing clicked his tongue, leaned one hand on the door frame, and struck an extremely melancholic and weathered pose.

"You think I can't find you just by hiding under the covers and keeping quiet? It's no use."

"Mutants as cool as you stands out like a firefly in the dark, no matter where you are!"

"Your blue skin, your incredible teleportation skills, and that bubble tea stain on your lips... all betray you."

"So, open the door! The organization has a new mission!"

"Who The Hell--"

The door was flung open with a loud bang.

The Wandering Girl stood behind the door with messy red hair, her blue-violet eyes filled with the murderous intent of someone who had just woken up.

She glared at Sing Sing, who was still striking a pretentious pose. "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll shove you up into a camel's ass in the Sahara Desert right now!"

Despite the danger, Sing Sing remained calm and held the plastic bag up to her.

Inside the bag, four cups of milk tea were swaying side by side.

Full sugar pearls, taro boba, mango pomelo sago, thick cheese Oreo.

The murderous intent in the Wandering Girl's eyes melted away like ice and snow.

"... Full sugar?" She swallowed.

"It must be full sugar."

"With ice?"

"Less ice. Your stomach is a fixed asset too; drinking too much ice first thing in the morning can hurt it."

The Wandering Girl snatched the fully sweet pearls, skillfully poked open the sealing film with a "pop," and took a big sip.

The chewy texture of the pearls and the sweet pleasure of the sugar hit your brain directly.

"Speak."

With pearls in her mouth, her voice was muffled. "Kill whom?"

"We're a legitimate organization; let's not always be fighting." Sing Sing lowered his voice. "Go on a business trip."

The Wandering Girl asked warily, "Where are you going?"

"United States."

"Puff!"

A mouthful of milk tea sprayed out like a fountain.

With lightning-fast reflexes Sing Sing leaned back in a bridge pose, using his skillful dodging technique to dodge the milk tea attack.

The Wandering Girl's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? I just got ashore and you want me to go back?"

"It's a last-minute business trip!"

Sing Sing straightened up and adjusted his tie.

"The time has come for the organization to test your professional skills!"

The Wandering Girl took half a step back, shaking her head vigorously.

"No way! No way! United States has Mutants hunt teams, armed psychopaths, and a 20% tipping culture. I'd rather die than go!"

"Do you think I want to go? I don't want to either!"

Do you know how much a plane ticket from Beijing to New York costs?

The Wandering Girl asked blankly, "A hen...?"

"Economy class tickets cost several thousand! That'd take a whole horse-drawn carriage to fit them all in Zimbabwean dollars!"

Sing Sing grew increasingly indignant as he spoke, denouncing the evils of capitalism. "You think buying a ticket is all it takes? Visa, insurance, baggage check-in, airport bus, overpriced boxed meals!"

"From the moment you step into the airport, capitalism begins its organized, premeditated, assembly-line-like exploitation of your wallet!"

The Wandering Girl listened, her eyes glazed over, deeply moved.

"But things are different now!"

Suddenly, Sing Sing pointed a finger at her, fixing it right in front of her nose. "We have you! An outstanding employee with zero-latency global teleportation capabilities! You are the sharp sword that shatters the barriers of capitalist monopoly!"

The Wandering Girl rolled her eyes. "Speak like a human."

Sing Sing clapped his hands. "I want to save on airfare."

"No way." The Wandering Girl turned to close the door.

With Sing Sing wedged his foot into the door crack and slipped the other three cups of milk tea through it.

"There are subsidies!"

"Meals and accommodation included?"

That's a basic human right.

"United States is far away, and sending supplies there is extremely tiring. I'll get hungry."

Sing Sing gritted his teeth. "Plus two large meat buns and a tea egg."

"I'd also like a big chicken leg."

Edith bit down on the straw, refusing to budge.

"Make a deal!"

He reached out his hand.

The Wandering Girl looked at his hand. "It's agreed, I'll only be responsible for being a means of transportation. No fighting, no rescuing people, no carrying things, and definitely no stealing buns."

"Don't worry, just check out the specialized talent market in the western United States, it's very simple."

A few minutes later, in the courtyard.

Sing Sing was carrying a briefcase.

He held in his hand the business trip approval form that Director Wang had just signed last night.

The approval form clearly stated:

[Traveling to the US to conduct follow-up screening of special talents]

[Transportation method: To be determined]

[Note: Falsifying airfare invoices is strictly prohibited!!] (The exclamation mark is so prominent it seems to penetrate the paper)

Sing Sing glanced at the last line, sneered, folded the paper, and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"The director is still too young. Does he think I have no way to save foreign exchange this way? How naive!"

The Wandering Girl stood next to him, holding a milk tea in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, with a tea egg in a plastic bag hanging from her little finger, looking like a middle school student preparing for a spring outing.

Xiao Liu stood to the side, his face full of worry.

"Brother Zhou, are you really not going to report this again?"

"Need not."

Sing Sing Chow waved his hand dismissively. "By the time he finishes his soy milk, I'll already be eating a hamburger in United States. Remember! Efficiency and results are the best reports to your boss!"

Xiao Liu hesitated, "But the director said that for cross-border transmissions, the destination and risk contingency plan must be registered in advance..."

Sing Sing handed him a piece of paper. "It's all written down."

Xiao Liu looked down.

Destination: United States.

Accompanying person: Sing Sing.

Return time: Depends on the situation.

Risk contingency plan: adapt to changing circumstances.

Xiao Liu: "..."

What the hell is the difference between this and a blank sheet of paper?

Before Xiao Liu could protest loudly, the Wandering Girl had already closed her eyes, and blue-purple light slowly rose from beneath her feet.

Where in the United States are you going? Give me specific coordinates or a picture.

"New York? Are we going to Las Vegas instead?"

"As a seasoned Spatial Teleportation, you must learn to proactively overcome the difficulties caused by insufficient information."

The Wandering Girl said softly, "You have no idea where to go, do you?"

"Nonsense!"

"As a top agent, I never need rigid latitude and longitude coordinates."

"Wind direction, humidity, and that rotten, sweet smell of capitalism will all guide us forward! Remember, the most important thing in life is not the destination, but the direction!"

The Wandering Girl stared at him with dead fish eyes for two seconds, then took a bite of her tea egg.

"You said it yourself."

Sing Sing suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Wait! Don't do anything rash..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of purple light flashed in the courtyard, so bright that Xiao Liu had to close his eyes.

After the light faded, the two disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Liu clutched the "depending on the situation" business trip registration form in his hand and looked up at the sky.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to write an application to transfer to the underground archives.

Even working with that Mutants named Anton to organize the records of Qing Dynasty zombies would be better than living in constant fear.

On the other side.

As the purple light dissipated, Sing Sing's legs went weak, and he almost stepped on something furry.

Driven by his instincts as a secret agent, he instinctively assumed a stable horse stance, his right hand already reaching for the hilt of the Pig Butchering Knife at his waist.

"Ding ding~"

"Splash~"

"JACKPOT!!!"

The colorful neon lights flashed wildly.

A sniff revealed the stench of cheap perfume, alcohol, and the metallic smell of US dollar bills being swallowed and expelled by the machine.

Sing Sing squinted to adjust to the bright light and slowly released the knife handle.

There were no New York skyscrapers or dark alleyways in front of me.

This is an array of slot machines that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

A bunny girl dressed in a few pieces of fabric and with exaggerated feathers on her head walked past him, carrying a tray and swaying her hips in high heels.

Nearby, a fat white man, as round as a loaf of dough, was holding a bucket of coins and staring at the fruit patterns spinning wildly on the screen.

In the distance, some people were laughing loudly, while others were smashing machines and cursing.

Some people were even kissing the carpet while holding a pile of chips.

Looking at the scene of extravagance and debauchery around him, his face twitched slightly.

"... Where the hell did this guy get me this time?"