American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Outside the high-speed rail station ticket hall, Stephen Chow, supporting his aching lower back from the bumpy ride, stared intently at the text message on the screen indicating that his ticket refund had been successful.

"Refunding the 800 yuan second-class seat and exchanging it for a 120 yuan hard seat on a slow-moving green train... that's a net profit of 680 yuan!"

Zhou Xingxing mentally calculated that the five yuan red envelope he lost in the WeChat group was nothing!

With his superb business acumen, Ling Lingqi could easily recoup this negligible loss by squeezing it out of his travel expenses with interest!

Is Fatty Wang trying to manipulate him?

Maybe in the next life!

He turned and plunged into the bustling farmers' market outside the station. Like a human radar, he looked around and finally locked onto his target, heading straight for an old man's stall in the corner selling local specialty tobacco.

"Sir, give me two jin of premium dry tobacco! Don't give me the scraps to fool tourists, pick the darkest color, the thickest veins, the kind that stings my eyes and is the strongest!"

The old man deftly weighed the tobacco leaves on a steelyard, handed over a black plastic bag, and said with a reminder, "Young man, these tobacco leaves are incredibly strong! One puff is like not tasting meat for three days, and it'll make your head go numb. You'd better take it easy."

"Don't worry, sir, my brother has the lung capacity to blow up a hot air balloon, and he loves this authentic local cuisine!"

Zhou Xingxing took out thirty yuan to scan the QR code and paid. Carrying a large bag of pungent, yellowish-brown tobacco leaves, he turned and walked towards the train station.

That grumpy old wolf wants a cigar too?

What a joke!

How much does a single Cuban import cost?

Even if you sold Stephen Chow, you couldn't afford a single box!

This premium dry tobacco, fermented deep in the mountains and forests, can be rolled by yourself. It's cylindrical, lit at one end and smoked at the other, and is marketed as economical, refreshing, and environmentally friendly!

He was certain that, given Logan's brain, which was slurred up by the liquid alloy, the only difference he could make from slapping it in the mouth was whether it made him "choke" or "choke even more."

With the right packaging, even rotten leaves can be packaged as a limited edition. This is a move we have to make sure we get it right!

The green train rattled and clattered as it sped northward.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from the lush southwestern mountains to the North China Plain, and the temperature also gradually dropped.

Inside the hard-seat carriage, the smell of instant noodles and feet mingled together.

Unaffected, Stephen Chow sat in his seat and pulled out a stack of cut-up kraft paper.

He grabbed a handful of tobacco and skillfully rubbed and rolled them with both hands.

With a "sizzle," he stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the parchment, sealing the edge with saliva in one smooth motion.

A "Guizhou brand Cuban cigar" with tobacco shavings at both ends is now complete.

To emphasize his prestige, he took out a red pen from his pocket and drew a crown pattern on a piece of kraft paper, adding the word "VIP" next to it.

The old man sitting opposite me looked on in astonishment: "Young man, you've rolled up that firecracker really tightly! Where are you planning to go blast rocks?"

Stephen Chow brought the "cigar" to his nose and took a deep breath. The spicy smell filled his nasal cavity, making him sneeze three times in a row.

"Sir, you don't understand. This is a high-end product that represents cross-cultural exchange and integration!"

He rubbed his nose, trying to save face, "I'm giving this to a foreigner in Northeast China who scrubs bears' backs every day. One puff of this, and he'll forget his own name completely! It's the ultimate romance, exclusively for men!"

The old man leaned back tactically, his hand holding the thermos trembling.

Just take this kid's bragging!

They even gave the black bear a bath?

"What a terrible thing! If that foreigner were to slap that thing on you, he'd probably be reporting straight to his God. This is practically murdering a relative! Doesn't the police care?"

"Sir, you're too kind! I'm doing this through targeted poverty alleviation, with the best of intentions, to help him completely rid himself of the decadent lifestyle of capitalism!"

Stephen Chow stuffed a dozen or so handmade local specialties into his suitcase, yawned, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Imagining Logan coughing in the snow, questioning his existence while holding that Guizhou dry cigarette, Zhou Xingxing chuckled softly and tilted his head to sleep.

On the other side, thousands of kilometers away in a northern port.

A cargo ship loaded with scrap metal is docked at the shore.

A few lazy crew members huddled on the deck, hunching their shoulders and smoking to keep warm.

A dark figure leaped down from the shadow of the shipping container.

He stood up straight, his body over two meters tall, and took a deep breath of cold air.

Dark yellow fingernails flicked out from the fingertips, scratching several grooves on the metal container next to them.

One of the crew members noticed the commotion: "Who's there...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed by.

The man didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground, leaving three deep, bone-revealing bloodstains on his neck.

The other crew members were terrified and scattered in all directions.

The stowaway ignored the group of fleeing people and casually flicked the blood from his fingertips.

The miniature communicator inside the ear issues an instruction:

"Victor, X-09's signal has completely disappeared. According to the last traces captured by the satellite, all the escaped experimental subjects fled to China. Your mission is to find Weapon X. Bring him back, or remove his adamantium skeleton and bring it back. Remember, don't cause any international disputes; the official forces in this land are troublesome."

Victor grinned, revealing two sharp canines.

"I can already smell the stench of that beast... My good brother, he's right here in this land."

Victor raised his head, his vertical pupils gazing towards the deep mountains to the north.

He crouched low, crawled on all fours, and disappeared into the night.

One day later, at a small station.

As Stephen Chow dragged his suitcase out of the green train, a gust of cold wind mixed with icy shards slapped directly at his face.

"Holy crap! It's freezing!"

He let out a scream, his whole body arched back, clutching his thin white suit tightly, his teeth chattering.

After much difficulty, I finally got into the beat-up pickup truck that Director Zhao of the forest farm had arranged to pick me up. The car bounced violently on the snow-covered dirt road.

The local forestry worker driving the car was wearing a military overcoat, a dog-skin hat, and had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Boss, wearing so little in the dead of winter, you're radiating heat like crazy! Have you gotten used to the south and don't know how hot it is here?"

Stephen Chow replied tremblingly, "I...I've cultivated a protective divine skill, making me resistant to the cold!"

The fellow villager burst into laughter, exhaling a smoke ring: "You've got to be kidding me! Look at you, freezing like a little lamb!"

"But let me tell you something, things have been really weird around Peach Mountain these past few days. The forest's been acting strangely; I reckon some kind of large, ferocious beast has gotten into it. Be careful when you go up the mountain to find that foreigner, okay? Don't run into anything unclean, or you'll never know what to do!"

......

Dozens of kilometers away in the deep snowfields of the mountains, Victor squatted beside the carcass of a wild boar, his scarlet tongue licking the warm blood from his fingernails.

Don't provoke international disputes?

Official forces?

joke.

He enjoyed the thrill of watching Logan wail in agony.

No matter who it is, if anyone dares to stand in the way of his reunion with his good brother, he will chew that person's bones to pieces and use them as an appetizer in this Chinese hunt.