The Director Audits the Books, Leaving Nothing Hidden!

Sing Sing clutched his chest and swayed slightly.

"Impossible! How could this be?"

"I, Zhou, have done good deeds and accumulated merit, and I have devoted myself to the infrastructure construction of our 749th Regiment! How could those people in the finance department do such a thing?"

Zhang Tiehan leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Director Zhou, haven't you checked the intranet yet?"

"The finance department just issued an official document requiring all expense reports from the past three years to be retrieved, re-filed, and reviewed."

"I heard that the person in charge of this review is Anton, who just joined the archives."

Sing Sing's vision went black, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Backstab!

This is a blatant betrayal!

If Anton, that stubborn guy, were to check everything item by item, his entire secret would be exposed!

Stay calm.

Stay calm!

Sing Sing coughed twice, straightened his tie, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Nina."

"Could you take another look at my uncle? Besides this 'money-losing line,' is there nothing else in my life plan?"

"For example, a line indicating immense wealth and promotion?"

Nina stared at him for a long time with her heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold.

The little head kept shaking.

There's no gold thread.

Sing Sing's heart sank.

"But there are many thin white lines," Nina continued.

White line?

He became wary. "What's the significance of this white line? Is it a debt collection line? Or is some enemy coming for revenge?"

Nina tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Those lines are soft and don't constrict. Someone is pulling you from a distance."

The monitoring room fell silent as several burly security guards exchanged bewildered glances.

Nina lowered her head, her voice soft and sweet.

"These white lines extend from Uncle Zhou's body, reaching into many, many places."

"There are deep underground areas, places entirely of sand, vast white snow-capped mountains, and waters very, very far away."

"Hmm... I also have a connection to you."

She blinked. "This is the first time I've ever seen white lines like this."

The way Zhang Tiehan and the others looked at Sing Sing suddenly became more respectful.

This is the director of our Overseas Recruitment Office!

His students are found all over the world, and his heart is with the entire nation!

He pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath.

"Underground, desert, snow-capped mountains..."

"Depend on!"

"Ring ring--!"

The internal landline on the table rang.

Zhang Tiehan answered the phone, listened for a couple of minutes, and then handed the receiver to Sing Sing with a strange expression.

"Director Zhou, the finance department is looking for you."

Sing Sing took the phone, but before he could say anything, the finance director's emotionless, hoarse voice came from the other end.

"Comrade Sing Sing, please come to the finance office on the third floor to submit the missing documents."

"Smack!"

A busy tone came from the receiver, Sing Sing pressed his temples.

This Anton...

I risked my life to get you out of Stryker's basement, and this is how you repay your benefactor?!

In the end, it was all for naught!

Ungrateful! Cold-hearted! Morally bankrupt!

Filled with grief and indignation, Sing Sing stormed into the finance office on the third floor.

He pushed open the door and strode into the house. Today he'd see who dared to touch the hard-earned money he'd saved up!

As soon as he crossed the threshold, Sing Sing's momentum faltered.

Director Wang sat upright on the sofa, with a stack of old expense reports on the coffee table in front of him.

"You're here? Explain what's going on with this pile of orders?"

"Director! Let me explain... Bah, let me explain!" Sing Sing straightened his back, speaking with righteous indignation, "These are all necessary expenses for the overall development of the 749 Bureau!"

"Necessary expenses?" Director Wang sneered, pulling out a receipt and reading aloud, "Business entertainment expenses for a top-tier bathhouse in Manhattan, New York. Who did you entertain?"

"I... I went deep behind enemy lines! New York is such a dangerous place. How could I gather core intelligence about the Mutants without going to that kind of chaotic place?"

Don't give me that! I can let the expense report thing slide.

Sing Sing was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"The director is brilliant! The director is magnanimous! I knew you were the most considerate of your subordinates!"

Before the flattery could even finish, Director Wang leisurely dropped his trump card, "When do you plan to hand over those gold bars from the Black Shark?"

"What gold bars! I've never seen them before!"

"Still pretending? They already confessed! You hid all the cash and gold bars in the Black Shark safe!"

It's over.

What happened to our revolutionary friendship?!

"Chief... that's... that's what I kept for the brothers' perks..."

"Giving out welfare? I bet you're just putting the money into your own slush fund!" Director Wang pulled out a document and threw it onto the coffee table.

Sing Sing looked down and saw the headline in large letters.

Agreement Regarding the Offsetting of Historical Accounts and Adjustment of Business Travel Expenses for Comrade Sing Sing

The content is very simple: all previous bad debts and false expense reports are wiped clean.

The price was that Black Shark's entire batch of gold bars was turned over to cover up the bad debts. As compensation, Sing Sing's travel expense reimbursement limit would be doubled in the future.

"What? You're not going to sign?" Director Wang raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to sign. The finance department will immediately transfer your form to the disciplinary inspection department. Not only will you have to make a refund, but your pork stall registered under the bureau's name will probably also be shut down and rectified."

I'll sign!

Sing Sing picked up the pen and signed his name with trembling hands.

With the final stroke, he slumped into his chair.

"Director, the gold bars are... in the kimchi jar under my bed in my dorm room." Sing Sing's eyes widened.

Director Wang put the agreement away.

"Xiao Liu, go and bring the kimchi jar over."

Xiao Liu, who was outside the door, answered and then ran away.

"Alright, stop acting like you're about to die. I've increased your travel allowance, so be more flexible when you go out on business. Don't try to get away with those fake invoices again!"

"If you come up with a legitimate reason, why wouldn't I reimburse you?"

Sing Sing didn't say anything; he dragged his feet out of the finance office.

In the corridor, Sing Sing leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

"My gold bars... my foot massage fee... all gone..."

He covered his face, filled with grief and indignation, but quickly lowered his hand, his eyes regaining their resolve.

No!

We absolutely cannot admit defeat like this!

The wool comes from the sheep's back!

If the bureau chief won't reimburse him, he'll go to United States and eat at the expense of the wealthy!

Stryker, right? The Silver Peak Consortium, right?

You bunch of villains, wash your necks and wait!

You must return to me, with interest, the compensation for my emotional distress!

Sing Sing slapped his cheeks twice, strode into the stairwell, and continued his nationwide begging mission.

The next target is Genos Quest.

Riptide.

Currently serving as the deputy captain of the High-Risk Meteorological Intervention and Special Smoke Exhaust Brigade of the Special Service Fire and Rescue Detachment.

Sing Sing rubbed his shrunken belly, "Riptide, oh, oh, Riptide, buddy, I lost everything trying to get you out of here."

"You absolutely have to arrange this lavish meal for me today!"