A five-finger discount on first class, takeoff!

The group tumbled awkwardly down the side slope of the abandoned mine into the desert night.

The ground began to collapse, and flames shot out from the cracks in the ground.

Panting heavily, the Gambit put the heterochromatic-eyed girl down and immediately sprawled out on the rough sand.

The main message is, "As long as I lie down fast enough, trouble can't catch me."

Sing Sing, however, didn't sit still for a moment. He put his suitcase full of spoils on the ground like a small stool.

Squatting in front of the four patients, he resembled a village cadre who had gone to the countryside to help alleviate poverty and was doing his best to fulfill his duties.

"New colleagues in the reserves, don't panic!"

"That was a stress test and outdoor team-building exercise before you joined our company. Congratulations on making it through!"

"When you come to our China canteen, it'll start with four dishes and a soup, and they'll even give out treats during holidays!"

"Grandma, your white hair is a sure sign of worry. When you get here, we'll give you a quiet job in the archives, with paid time to listen to the radio."

"And this Little Chubby... oh, the skinny little brother, don't worry about the fever, our company will cover all medical expenses. Dr. Da Vinci specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases..."

Just then, with a loud "boom," a rock was torn to pieces.

Wolverine, engulfed in flames, leaped out of the crevice.

Half of his body was still emitting black smoke, and his abnormal Healing Factor was forcibly pulling at his tattered muscle tissue, making for an extremely gruesome scene.

Wolverine, panting heavily, noticed someone staring intently at him. He turned his head and met the terrified gaze of the heterochromatic-eyed girl.

The little girl was already terrified by the underground laboratory, and now seeing a bloody, mangled monster with exposed bones made her tremble even more.

"Sizzle!"

After retracting the six dripping steel claws into its body, it silently turned around, its back to the little girl.

"Don't look."

Just as the Gambit, having recovered, reached for a cigarette, only to find his clothes were being pulled tightly shut.

The little girl with heterochromia was clutching a button on his trench coat.

The Gambit raised an eyebrow, intending to make a casual French joke as usual, but looking into those eyes filled with fear and exhaustion, he swallowed his witty remark.

He gently pulled the little girl's hand away, then tore off the button and stuffed it into her dirty palm.

"Here, a souvenir for you, a limited edition from France."

"Buzzing..."

The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard not far away.

The Sand Rat, which had just recovered, panicked again, "It's Silver Peak's cleanup team!"

"Their thermal imaging will soon scan this area, and we'll be sitting ducks!"

Sing Sing turned to look at the four survivors on the ground.

High fever, coma, severe dehydration, panic and aphasia, burn infection.

The elderly, the infirm, and the disabled were all included.

The choice facing Sing Sing, the "Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office," is clear.

They could either abandon the four men and run away with the spoils they had just captured.

Either stay and fight these heavily armed capitalist lackeys to the bitter end.

Sing Sing looked up at the sky and saw two heavy helicopters painted entirely in black descending to a lower altitude.

Running away is impossible.

How can two legs compete with a rotorcraft-equipped capitalist machine in a marathon?

He reached out and pressed down on the Sand Rat's trembling shoulder.

"Comrade Miguel, don't tremble. Now, let's read the resolution of the temporary Party branch on site."

"Hide!"

Sing Sing pointed to the crevice in the collapsed mine pit next to him, where high-temperature heat emanating from the underground vault was billowing out.

"Everyone, squat down by that crack in the ground!"

"The temperature, hundreds of degrees Celsius below, is shooting upwards, and when their crappy thermal imager scans it, the whole screen is just a bright red mosaic."

"Let's play it safe for now. Once they've truly settled in, I'll physically shut down all those flies that're disturbing the peace at night!"

The Gambit dusted off his hands. "I like this French hide-and-seek game. But there are two guys up there, how are we going to divide them up?"

"Each person has one project package; no overtime pay will be given for exceeding the target."

Wolverine didn't answer. He pushed off with his foot and silently slid into the steaming crevice in the ground.

The steel claws scraped against the rock, producing a very faint, sharp sound.

This is how you accept an order.

The Gambit bent down, picked up a fist-sized piece of ore, and tossed it twice in his hand. Crimson energy quietly seeped into it from his fingertips.

Sing Sing then called the Sand Rat and the others to dive headfirst into the sweltering bunker.

The noise from the helicopter grew increasingly violent.

The propellers uprooted the remaining bushes on the ground.

The searchlight swept across the abandoned mining area, and the light spots danced on the rock surface.

The thermal imager screen showed a large area of high-temperature interference, with burning mine pits underneath.

The first helicopter had landed, and several fully armed men emerged and quickly dispersed into tactical formation.

Looking up at the wingman preparing to land, he provided ground surveillance.

The Gambit crouched behind the rock, estimating the distance and wind speed, the ore in his hand burning hot.

After confirming that he had enough arm strength to throw it over, the Gambit stood up and pulled his arm back.

This is a no-fly zone!

The ore, brimming with energy, flew out of his hand.

A blinding purple light streaked across the night sky, heading straight for the tail rotor of the helicopter in mid-air.

The kinetic energy compressed to its limit is completely released.

A dazzling ball of light expanded in the air.

"What is that? Take cover! Take cover immediately!"

"Boom!"

The helicopter's tail section disintegrated under the violent shockwave.

Metal fragments shot out in all directions like a shower of flowers.

The main rotor, having lost balance from the tail rotor, stalled violently, and the massive fuselage spun wildly in mid-air before crashing directly into the abandoned mine to the side.

Five cleanup crew members in black tactical armor walked away, cursing as they went.

He brandished his heavy assault rifle and opened fire in the direction of the Gambit.

"Two o'clock! Mutants spotted! Firepower!"

But this level of firepower might stop a France gambler who likes to throw stones, but it couldn't stop a Beast that had gone completely mad.

Wolverine leaped out of the crack in the ground.

A bullet flying in his face struck his chest; the Negasonic Teenage Warhead lodged in his muscle before being pushed out by the newly formed tissue.

Ignoring everything, they braved the hail of bullets to close the distance.

The cleanup team members showed no fear as they looked at their target; in their panic, some reached for the high-explosive grenades at their waists.

It's too late.

Wolverine ducked to avoid a barrage of horizontal shots, using the momentum to slide forward, his Adamantium claws mercilessly extended.

In less than half a minute, five bodies lay on the ground.

Wolverine stepped into the pool of blood, flicked the blood off his paws, and let out a low, panting breath.

Still eager to fight, he turned and stared at the helicopter cockpit.

There was no dedicated pilot; the plane was likely flown by a member of the team.

Gambit walked over to the helicopter and patted the intact fuselage twice.

"Free purchase, I love it." The Gambit turned and snapped his the Snap at Sing Sing.

"Stephen, now we have ready-made transportation. First class, no need to queue for security."