One stab pierced the defenses, inserting into the flesh, then mechanically extracting, obtaining some of the Octopus's blood and meat bits.
In the next moment, the swordfish flipped like a salted fish, swiftly swimming out through the opened hole, quickly returning to the Wolf King.
"Done, boss, should we go first?"
Grey Wolf asked Mo Qingchen, who was checking various data on the Octopus nearby.
"Let's go, this thing will probably wake up soon. Let's send the detection report directly to Nick Fury."
That Black Braised Egg guy is the epitome of idle trouble; unless given more tasks, he'll come after him.
"Master, the files and videos are transmitting and have been sent to Nick Fury's computer."
...
New York S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters Building, Nick Fury's single eye suddenly widened.
"Motherfucker! Are the S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence and logistics departments eating shit?! The director's computer got hacked! Motherfucker!"
