Construction Code Violations, Huh?
The laughter from the loudspeaker still lingered.
The ground shook three times.
The reinforced concrete beneath my feet began to soften.
Wall plaster, flooring, load-bearing beams...
Even the exposed steel bars seemed to sink into a scalding pot of syrup, then twisted into gray-black rock spikes that lashed out at the three of them.
The Gambit cursed in French, then flipped his hand, sending out a dozen or so playing cards that glowed purple.
The rock spikes were blasted to pieces, and stone dust covered his face, making it almost impossible for him to Shang-Chi.
But the next glance made him want to curse.
The blasted gaps seemed to writhe like living things.
The gravel rolled back, the mud was compacted again, and in the blink of an eye, the broken rock spikes grew back perfectly intact.
"Did that bastard turn on an auto-repair cheat underground?"
The Gambit took two steps back, and a tear appeared in the hem of her trench coat.
On the other side, the entire dome pressed down.
Wolverine let out a low growl, shifted his feet, and charged forward.
Six steel claws pierced the rock strata above, causing the muscles in the shoulders and back to bulge inch by inch while simultaneously cracking under the immense pressure.
The blood had barely spurted out when it was forcibly sewn back together by the abnormal Healing Factor, over and over again, causing excruciating pain.
"Logan! Can you hold on, buddy?" Gambit yelled.
Wolverine's neck veins bulged, but he didn't even turn his head.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's blow you up! I can hold out for another hundred years!"
Sing Sing Chow glanced up at the top of his head.
"Avalanche? Your construction skills are terrible. Did you buy your diploma from Lanxiang Technical School?"
Another rock spike grazed his ear and embedded itself in the wall.
"Not only did they cut corners, but the structure was also haphazardly constructed. And this landslide even involved illegal secondary backfilling?"
A burst of maniacal laughter came from the loudspeaker.
"You really dare to be so stubborn."
"In ten seconds, you'll be crushed into a pulp and stuffed into the foundation here! Free sustenance!"
Sing Sing closed his eyes.
The Gambit had just thrown out a string of powered cards when he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and he almost had a stroke from anger.
"Hey, bro! This isn't the time to AFK and sleep, is it? Wake up, we're about to be wiped out!"
Sing Sing kept his eyes closed, ignoring everything.
Gently clasp your left hand with your fingers together in front of your chest.
His breathing became heavy.
The shaking around them intensified.
The walls, floors, pillars—all the rocks were rising and falling and rearranging themselves in a frenzy.
Within this chaotic pulse, a deep and subtle rhythm lies hidden somewhere.
It's like that hardest, most difficult-to-gnaw pork bone under the butcher's block.
He was looking for that bone.
Another round of pressure is coming.
The Gambit swiftly unleashed dozens of purple-glowing playing cards, scattering them like a shower of flowers. The explosions blasted the approaching rock wall back half a meter.
But half a meter later, a new wave of stones surged up.
He caught his breath. "I can only hold off three more cars at most!"
Wolverine's knees were already half an inch into the ground, and blood was streaming down his back along his muscle lines.
He stared ahead, like an old wolf trapped in a snare.
"He's definitely hiding in the rocks, but I fucking can't smell it, this place smells like mud!"
Just then, half a head suddenly emerged from the crack in the ground beside them.
Covered in dust and dirt.
It is Sand Rat.
Whether it was a sudden pang of conscience or the fear of not being able to pay the final installment due to the Avalanche, the timid young man had mustered up his courage.
"The rock veins are converging! They're all heading to the right front! The thickest pillar is hollow inside!"
When the Gambit saw him appear, he didn't even have the energy to utter a beautiful French compliment to the timely gopher.
In an instant, Sing Sing opened his eyes.
His gaze was fixed on the rock pillar ten meters away.
"Found you, you little punk."
He took a step forward, like a knife fish sliding off a chopping board, passing through the dense array of deadly stone spikes unscathed.
The moment the Gambit saw a blur flash by, the Pig Butchering Knife was already drawn.
"Buzz."
The sound of the blade was extremely faint.
Sing Sing swung his hand back, his movements powerful and unstoppable.
A crescent-shaped, invisible blade of energy slashed out from the ground, first cutting through the incoming rock spikes, then carving its way into the supporting rock pillar.
With a loud bang, the outer layer of the pillar exploded like a ripe watermelon, scattering pebbles all over the ground.
There are people inside.
The Avalanche left the person curled up inside the rock core, like a malignant tumor parasitizing the earth's veins, forcibly peeled out of its shell.
He stumbled as he landed, his maniacal laughter turning into astonishment.
How did you find me?
Sing Sing flicked the stone dust off the tip of his knife.
"I've been slaughtering pigs in Beijing's vegetable markets for three years; my heart has long since grown as cold as this Pig Butchering Knife."
"I can tell which piece is pork belly and which is tenderloin even with my eyes closed. Pork sellers are the best at feeling the bones."
The Gambit whistled first.
The next second, Wolverine chuckled softly.
Avalanche's eyes were sinister as he slapped his hands together in front of his chest.
The entire underground trembled violently three times, and all the rocks, debris, and soil from the foundation rushed towards him, clattering and enveloping him.
Chest, shoulders, arms, leg bones...
In the blink of an eye, it was covered in a layer of rock armor.
Three meters high.
Half a meter thick.
The person was no longer visible; only a pair of eyes remained, embedded in the cracks of the rock.
The Avalanche and laughed loudly, its sound muffled within the rocky cliffs, like thunder in a drum.
Come on!
"Underground, I am God! You insects can't even tear my skin!"
Rocks fell like rain.
After the Avalanche created more space for them to move around, Wolverine, with his most volatile temper, was the first to rush forward.
Six Adamantium claws slammed into the thick rock armor.
Stone chips flew everywhere, and the claw sank halfway in. Suddenly, the surrounding rock and soil contracted, trapping the alloy claw tightly.
"Not good!"
The moment the Gambit uttered his command, Avalanche's fist came crashing down.
Bang!
Wolverine flew sideways and finally embedded himself in the wall.
"Take this French firecracker!"
The Gambit grabbed a curved steel rod from the side, and purplish-red energy crawled all over the rod.
"You like repairing things, right?"
"I'll fix a bigger one for you!"
He twisted his waist and threw it.
The steel rod pierced the crevice in the rock armor on the side of the Avalanche, and the next second it exploded with a bang, blowing away half of the rock shell, and rubble collapsed all over the ground.
Before the Gambit could even feel smug, he saw the rock and soil below the breach surge twice and then fill it back up in the blink of an eye.
The Avalanche collapsed, looked down at itself, and grinned.
"Your gua sha technique is excellent."
Gambit: "..."
He swallowed back the last French swear word.
The Avalanche, and the two hands clasped together in the middle.
The rock walls on both sides suddenly ripped out dense, jagged rocks that snapped together in the middle.
"Stephen!"
Sing Sing stood in the center and didn't back down.
The Pig Butchering Knife trembled incessantly in his palm, its blade emitting suppressed, excited groans, yearning to drink blood.
Sing Sing's face showed no sign of a smile.
He looked down at the Avalanche below and spoke slowly.
"Illegal construction."
"Sloppy construction project."
"Today, I, representing the Safety Supervision Section of the 749 Bureau of China, will teach you a damn thing about structural mechanics, free of charge!"