The Consequences of Provoking a Pork Butcher
Fragments of memory churned in my mind.
The incandescent light on the operating table...
The sound of molten alloy being poured into bone marrow...
And then there's the process of those experimental subjects, who don't even deserve names and are only given numbers, quietly falling silent one by one on the table next door.
"Ahh!"
The long-buried wounds were instantly detonated, and the enraged Wolverine transformed into a completely out-of-control Beast, charging forward.
With her left hand, three steel claws pierced through the man's left shoulder blade, forcefully lifting him up and pinning him to the wall.
The three claws of its right hand swooped down onto his neck, the blades pressed against his carotid artery.
"Where is it? I'm counting to one."
"Go... go down... turn right at the third fork... freight elevator shaft! Code 4791..." The man with the buzz cut was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face, and he lost control of his bladder, soaking his crotch.
Without uttering a single word, Wolverine withdrew his left claw.
The man with the buzz cut slid down the wall, collapsing into a heap, three bloody holes on his shoulder bubbling out.
Before he could even cover his wound, Wolverine had already raised his leg and stomped on his head with a "smack."
The Gambit shook his head, unable to bear watching any longer, and turned to look at Sing Sing beside him, intending to break the silence with a French-style dry joke or a few sarcastic remarks.
But the words stuck in his throat.
At this moment, Sing Sing was holding a rag, head down, expressionless, wiping the bloodstains off the Pig Butchering Knife bit by bit.
No foul language, no body search.
They didn't even mention reimbursement.
The Gambit has been hanging out with this unreliable China agent for almost a week now.
He had never seen a face so expressionless.
This kind of profoundness is more chilling than facing a rampaging Wolverine.
If this pork seller went crazy, even God would probably get a couple of slaps.
"Walk."
Sing Sing only said one word.
The three men descended rapidly along the mine tunnel.
From the first fork in the road to the freight elevator shaft, and then to the last iron gate.
Three lines of defense, twenty fully armed mercenaries, two remote-controlled machine guns, and several combat dogs.
They only held them off for less than a minute.
Wolverine is like a runaway meat grinder.
The Gambit's playing cards blasted the creature that tried to fight back into charred fragments.
Sing Sing was walking at the very end, completely abandoned any environmentalist ideas such as "leaving his body intact for safekeeping."
That ancestral Pig Butchering Knife transformed into a scythe of death; wherever its Blade passed, alloy gun barrels snapped cleanly, and the arm that dared to wield the gun, along with half of its shoulder blade, was sliced off as if by a master the Cook Ding Cuts Up an Ox. The main theme was "violent layoffs."
After crushing everything in their path, the three finally stood before the entrance to the second basement level.
A door.
The composite armor structure shows forging patterns and welding marks on its surface.
The Gambit swiped the magnetic card he'd found, and the door lock's red light came on.
"It's locked inside." The Gambit threw the magnetic card away.
He took two steps back, fanning out ten playing cards between his fingers, and purplish-red energy spread along the surface of the cards.
With a flick of the wrist, ten cards were fanned out and affixed to the surface of the armored door.
Explode.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The armored door now has a cluster of dents the size of a fist, the deepest of which can fit half a finger joint.
"We can't increase the dosage any further," the Gambit shook his head.
"At this distance, if the explosive force were doubled, the landslide would bury all three of us together."
Wolverine stepped forward, his Adamantium Claws piercing the crater and twisting as he tried to drill deeper.
After the claws penetrated more than ten centimeters, the speed noticeably slowed down. The armored door was too thick; the Adamantium claws could cut through it, but not completely.
"I'll do it."
Sing Sing's voice came from behind.
Wolverine was about to cleave the opponent at an angle, glanced back at him and silently stepped back.
Sing Sing walked to the door, knocked on the armored door, listened to the dull echo, and then drew out a Pig Butchering Knife and twirled it in his hand.
Knees slightly bent, center of gravity lowered.
He focused his energy in his dantian, channeling his inner strength into the blade.
The blade, forged from the Tianshan Cold Iron, emitted an extremely pleasant hum.
The Gambit took three steps back.
He told himself it wasn't out of fear; his senses were telling him the range and intensity of the strike.
Wolverine didn't back down; he stared at the knife.
Sing Sing takes action.
Diagonal cleaving.
From the top right to the bottom left, the method follows the perfect grain when chopping the ribs on the cutting board.
The moment the Blade touched the surface of the armored door, sparks and debris flew out like a fountain.
One cut ends, then a second one begins!
After several cuts.
"Clang!"
A piece of armor plate fell off the door at an angle, bounced twice on the ground.
The gap is just big enough for an adult to squeeze through sideways.
Sing Sing sheathed his knife.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and his wrists were trembling slightly.
He shook his hand and tucked the knife back into his waistband.
Wolverine's nostrils twitched a few times.
Those hands...
The hands that had slashed through countless enemies began to tremble.
Sing Sing smelled it.
The Gambit smelled it too.
The three of them crawled through the crevice one by one.
The second basement level is much larger than it appears on the blueprints.
The iron gate was completely open, and the inside was empty.
Some cells still had rusty shackles hanging on the walls, and dark stains on the floor.
Some of the bed boards have scratches, and deep grooves can be seen on the metal panels.
At the end of the central corridor of the prison cells was the incineration workshop.
Three large industrial incinerators stand side by side.
The furnace door was half-open, but the temperature inside was still over 1,000 degrees Celsius, and the heat wave could scald your face even from more than ten meters away.
At the doorway of the nearest furnace, there was an arm that hadn't been managed to slip inside.
Its skin is dark blue, and its fingertips are forked, much like the fins of some aquatic animal.
There's more to see inside the furnace.
They were burned, like garbage.
Wolverine stood motionless in front of the second incinerator.
No one could guess what he was thinking.
Perhaps he was thinking about those numbers.
X-01, X-02, X-03...
Those who were pushed into Weapon X Laboratory with him probably disappeared in the same way later.
No name, no tombstone.
Even the ashes were mixed together, making it impossible to tell who was who.
Sing Sing walked slowly to the stove alone.
Several items were scattered on the ground.
A blood-stained hospital gown, the size was too small.
A slipper, the left one, with a very thin sole.
There was also a half-finished plastic wristband with a serial number and barcode printed on it.
He squatted down, picked up the hospital gown, and looked at it.
The bloodstains were completely dry and stiff, and there was a crooked marker drawing on the collar.
The Gambit suddenly felt very uncomfortable in this situation, but he didn't say anything.
He recalled what Sing Sing had once said: to be locked in an underground laboratory like a dog, to be a guinea pig for life.
At the time, he thought it was just a rhetorical device.
The loudspeaker hissed.
The sound of Avalanche came, "Crack! Crack! Crack!... Stop looking! That batch of goods doesn't have a quality inspection certificate, so I can only dispose of it as construction waste!"
"Since you've crawled into the scrap yard yourselves, you might as well join them in filling in the foundation!"
"This can be considered your final contribution to the construction of Las Vegas!"