Defending Our Rights by Law? This Is Clearly Revenge!
The edge of the Nevada desert.
Gas station.
Behind the counter, the cashier, who had been dozing off, sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the cash register screen.
As long as you don't look up, these three jinxes in the shop don't exist.
Wolverine sat in the deepest shadow, his vest torn to shreds by the explosion.
He sipped half a cigar to calm himself.
The Gambit ripped open his trouser leg, tearing off the charred fabric along with flesh and blood, letting out a muffled groan.
He used a red-hot folding knife to pry open the rolled-up flesh, scraping the tip of the knife against the tendons in search of shrapnel.
Sing Sing became a conscientious and responsible neighborhood committee auntie.
Squatting down beside her, he solicitously handed her a sewing kit he'd swiped from the hotel, which even had two paperclips neatly clipped inside.
"Want me to sew it for you? Don't let the thin needle fool you, my technique for sewing 'pissing beef balls' and 'soup-filled pig intestines' back in the day at the southern food markets was absolutely top-notch."
Sing Sing's face was full of sincerity.
"It uses the traditional China cross-stitch technique, with fine and dense stitches, guaranteeing a hidden, seamless double eyelid effect on your thigh, without any leakage!"
With a "clang," a blood-stained shrapnel landed on the floor tiles.
Gambit looked at Sing Sing, he felt a throbbing pain in his brainstem.
He decisively rejected this disgusting suggestion.
He grabbed a bottle of high-concentration alcohol and poured it directly onto the wound, then gritted his teeth and began threading the needle himself.
Sing Sing was not discouraged when his sales pitch failed.
"Then let's talk about future career plans? The job is stable, the position is prestigious, and you can even be recognized as an outstanding employee at the end of the year. I can expedite your approval process right now."
"I don't want to work for any government."
Wolverine chuckled coldly from the shadows, his powerful lungs drawing out a bright red glow from his cigar.
"The government? They'll just treat you like nameless merchandise, lock you on an operating table, and cut open your brain."
Sing Sing sighed and didn't continue his sales pitch.
"Fine, let's forget about the contract today. But as an observer, I have to warn you, your stitches are crooked, and the stitches at the end are too thick. It'll definitely leave a scar later, and you'll be prone to rheumatism on rainy days."
Gambit: "..."
This morning, a rare collapse occurred in the west wing of the Four Seasons Hotel in Las Vegas, resulting in multiple confirmed deaths, including Rhodey King, a special advisor to the state government...
Upon hearing this, the group turned their attention to the television hanging on the wall.
The scene cuts to ruins.
Immediately afterwards, two surveillance photos popped up on the screen.
One of them is the Gambit.
The other picture shows Sing Sing, running out with his butt sticking out, his expression slightly comical.
The host, in a serious tone, stated, "Police are conducting a full-scale manhunt for Mutants and professional gambler Remy Lebo, and a suspected Asian accomplice. The two are suspected of using explosives to commit murder and terrorist attacks."
The Gambit pointed at the screen, his smile aggravating his wound, and he gasped, "Congratulations, you're now a wanted criminal in the United States of United States."
Sing Sing is very unhappy.
He was not only unhappy, but also very angry.
"Suspected Asian accomplice?!"
Sing Sing jumped up, pointing at the screen with grief and indignation.
"Am I, the director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau of China, entitled to a travel allowance Chief Section Level a section chief! Don't I even deserve a proper name?!"
"And who took this screenshot? Are you kidding me? It makes me look like I'm stealing takeout!"
Wolverine spat, completely convinced that the man in the tattered suit was seriously mentally ill.
The Gambit pulled down his trouser leg, haphazardly wrapped it with gauze twice, and said in a muffled voice, "I've always been like this. Wherever I go, I'm always the scapegoat. As long as I'm alive, I'm a suspect. You get used to it."
Sing Sing glanced back at Gambit.
This seemingly carefree and philandering cousin actually no longer trusts anyone in this world.
No wonder she hesitated to go back with me.
"Let's rephrase that and talk about protecting our rights first."
Sing Sing Chow started counting on his fingers:
"First, that guy called Avalanche killed a high-ranking government official and framed us, which seriously damaged my right to reputation."
"Secondly, he also used a missile to bomb his cousin's legally operated bar, causing significant property damage."
"This infringes upon the legal rights of the three of us! As victims, we are now going to his home to demand an explanation and compensation for lost wages and emotional distress, in accordance with the law and regulations. Isn't that a reasonable request?"
Wolverine sneered, "What's the difference between this and revenge?"
"This is called upholding the dignity of working people."
The Gambit chuckled, which aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace again.
"OK."
The Gambit stood up, leaning against the wall.
"I'll take you to find a friend, a guide. His name is 'Sand Rat' Miguel. His mutant ability is to burrow at high speed through sand and concrete. He used to build underground tunnels for Avalanche."
Wolverine abruptly stood up, glancing sideways at Gambit: "Take me to him. I'm going to rip out Avalanche's guts and hang them on my signboard."
Sing Sing excitedly pulled out a piece of stationery with a red header. "That's perfect! Cousin, I'm hiring you as the temporary security consultant for this rights protection operation. You'll be paid daily, with a separate food allowance. If you perform well..."
"Whoosh!"
The Adamantium claws popped out, shredding the letter paper before hovering over Sing Sing's nose.
"Listen, if you give me any more damn titles, I swear I'll rip your guts out and feed them to the dogs."
Sing Sing remained completely unfazed.
He even used two fingers to gently pinch the middle steel claw and disdainfully pushed it to the side.
"With such a short temper, you'll have a lot of liver fire. Have you really considered our steel structure demolition project? We provide three meals a day."
Gambit laughed so hard he almost squatted back down, "Even if Logan were torn you to pieces right now, I could still plead him not guilty in court."
Wolverine's facial muscles twitched violently a few times.
He suppressed his urge to kill, withdrew his steel claws, kicked open the door, and walked out.
Looking at that lone wolf-like figure, Gambit's smile vanished.
He looked at Sing Sing, who was heartbroken over the shredded piece of paper, and lowered his voice. "Aren't you afraid he'll kill you?"
Sing Sing paused.
He looked down, pulled a crumpled Hongtashan from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a "pop".
Amidst the swirling smoke, his once nonchalant gaze revealed a depth of sorrow and compassion.
"I'm terrified, terrified to death."
He exhaled a puff of blue smoke.
"But if I don't do it, you guys won't even be able to secure a Five Insurances and One Housing Fund job."
Sing Sing looked up at the blinding sunlight outside the door, his voice tinged with a sigh.
"They can only stay in this rotten place, treated like expendable resources, or locked in an underground laboratory like dogs, serving as guinea pigs for the rest of their lives."
Wolverine, standing outside the door, paused, but without turning around, he walked straight towards the dilapidated pickup truck.
The Gambit was somewhat surprised by what he said and didn't continue the conversation.
"Sand Rat is currently hiding from gambling debts; he'll run away at the sight of strangers. He might even sell our location to Avalanche for money."
Sing Sing resumed his smug expression and nodded nonchalantly. "It's okay, my specialty is chasing after those bastards."