Confiscating illegal gains in accordance with the law

Wolverine pulled his body out of the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The wounds on my body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if I had never been injured at all.

Hidden within the thick rock armor, the Avalanche's rampant laughter echoed through the cracks in the rock, sounding like a turtle still hopping around inside a pot.

"Chop away as you please!"

The sound echoed underground, carrying a morbid sense of triumph.

"Even if you hack and slash for a hundred years, you'll only be polishing and waxing this armor of mine!"

Wolverine let out a low growl, his calf muscles tensing, preparing to charge.

Sing Sing swung his knife horizontally, stopping the wolf that was about to go out of control.

"Don't rush, illegal structures cannot be forcibly demolished."

Wolverine bared his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury; his expression clearly said: Get out of the way.

I'll tear him apart alive!

"I know you want to tear it, but you have to tear it in the right place."

Sing Sing's eyes remained fixed on the pile of rock armor the entire time.

"If you charge in, he absorbs the impact and then adds another layer of pressure. You can decide for yourself whether it's easier or more troublesome."

The Avalanche didn't want to listen to these people's babbling, so it raised its arms and slammed them into the ground!

The charred slag around the incinerator, the tattered rags of hospital gowns, and the blood-stained plastic bracelets were all strangely lifted up by gravity and stuck to the surface of the rock armor.

The rock armor, originally three meters tall, expanded to nearly four meters.

"Avalanche, I guarantee you, you won't even pass the political background check in your next life."

Sing Sing pushed off with his feet, his body slid, and he cut close to the ground to the side of the Avalanche.

The Tian Shan Cold Iron Pig Butchering Knife was angled against the ground, its internal energy poured into the blade without reservation, and it made a tricky upward thrust!

The air penetrated the Blade, chilling to the bone.

The Avalanche had no idea where the knife would come from; caught off guard, it struck him squarely in the knee.

His massive body swayed and he knelt on one knee.

"How is that possible?!"

The Gambit immediately followed suit, conjuring a ten-dollar casino chip with his fingertips, and a surge of purplish-red kinetic energy poured into it.

"That location is a load-bearing point, right?!"

Sing Sing didn't even turn his head.

"At the knee crack! Don't use too much explosive force; if it triggers a chain reaction of collapses, you'll be fully responsible for a major personal accident!"

The Gambit understood immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the coin transformed into a streak of purple light and pierced the crack in the rock armor's knee.

The explosion was extremely muffled.

The rock strata around the entire right knee joint were blasted to pieces and stripped away, causing the Avalanche to shrink by half again.

Wolverine sensed an opening.

He'd fought more battles in his life than there were bricks in this basement, and he knew better than anyone what a fatal opening meant.

With a roar, it rapidly approached, its six steel claws plunging deep into the broad chest of the rock armor along the cracks.

"Start here?"

"Yes, press down along the lines, and don't pull it outwards!"

Wolverine unleashed terrifying brute force, his steel claws clamping down into the crack, dragging it downwards to the very bottom.

Amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound, a deep ravine was forcibly carved into the chest of the rock armor.

The Avalanche completely threw them into panic.

Enraged, he swung his left arm, sending up a wave of rubble.

Sing Sing pressed close, ignoring the flying rubble, and delivered a diagonal slash along the crack with his Pig Butchering Knife.

Large chunks of rock containing ashes peeled off on the spot.

The Avalanche's true form finally erupted in fury in the air, half of its face contorted in panic.

"Stop!"

"Stop it!"

"Kill me and you'll get nothing!"

"This was all orchestrated by the Silver Peak Consortium! I didn't seize those goods by myself!"

Sing Sing is getting closer step by step.

"When those Mutants were pushed into the incinerator, did you hear them begging for mercy?"

The Avalanche, its Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

Of course, those cries and screams were heard.

He not only heard it, but also watched the furnace door close and the numbers on the thermometer climb up one by one until the sounds completely disappeared.

But he couldn't answer a single question right now.

"The China Safety Supervision Department issued its final ruling on-site!"

"An investigation revealed that the party involved in the Avalanche committed the following illegal acts: illegally detaining workers, seriously violating construction regulations, maliciously destroying crucial evidence, and wantonly desecrating the workers' remains..."

"And numerous unforgivable humanitarian crimes."

Sing Sing raised his right hand high.

"The punishment result..."

The Gambit threw out his last charged deck of cards, and a series of explosions ripped away all the defenses behind the Avalanche.

Wolverine pressed his advantage, his six claws flailing wildly, tearing apart the remaining rock shell.

Sing Sing Chow swung his knife horizontally, the blade flashing like lightning slicing through the darkness.

"Lifetime ban from China's infrastructure industry!"

Where the Blade strikes, nothing is left standing.

The Pig Butchering Knife's knife slid diagonally downwards from the left shoulder, effortlessly cleaving rock, flesh, and bone in two.

Even so, Mutants blessed with ley lines still retain a disgusting vitality.

The Avalanche into a pool of blood, coughing up blood and phlegm, its hands still desperately clawing at the ground, trying to merge with the earth's veins to escape.

Wolverine walked forward, panting heavily, his eyes Bloodlust, blood dripping from his steel claws.

"Let me finish this bastard off!"

Sing Sing showed no intention of backing down.

"This case falls entirely under the jurisdiction of our Safety Supervision Section."

The blade was firmly pressed against the aorta caused by the Avalanche.

"You... you really can't kill me!"

Avalanche desperately begged for mercy, "I have the ledgers! All the financial transactions of the Silver Peak Consortium are in there! There's also a vault downstairs! Gold, bonds, cash—you could never spend it all in a lifetime!"

The Gambit's ears perked up.

Where is the ledger hidden?

Avalanche thought he had grasped a lifeline, and joy finally appeared in his eyes. He spoke quickly and urgently.

"Just let me go! Just let me go, and I'll tell you where the ledger is!"

"Otherwise, once I die, the conglomerate will brand you as terrorists and hunt you down all over the world! You'll never have a peaceful life!"

Sing Sing stared at him for two seconds.

He then turned his head and looked at the Gambit next to him.

"Cousin, according to your local customs, who owns the property in a vault registered under a deceased person's name?"

Gambit shrugged.

"The Thieves Guild explicitly states that living people inherit directly."

Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction.

"That makes things easier."

Avalanche realized what was happening, and was about to open his mouth, about to shout again, about to shout again, about to promise an even bigger number, about to add another bargaining chip he thought would be useful...

With a flick of his wrist, Sing Sing unleashed three sharp, swift blades that flashed instantly, reaching the Gambit so fast his eyelids didn't even have time to twitch.

The Avalanche ended completely, forever silent, turning into several lifeless pieces of rotten flesh, spread out on the earth's veins that he once thought were unbreakable.

The hands remained in a downward grasping posture, the knuckles embedded in the rock, grasping nothing.

The Gambit, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, said casually, "Alright, now who's going to open the vault?"

Just then, the Sand Rat squeezed out from the crack in the corner of the wall.

His face was covered in a mixture of lime and cold sweat from fear. Holding a box, he said somewhat timidly:

"I... I found the spare key to the vault!"