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

A few minutes later, at the village committee's tractor warehouse.

Thick, rusty iron chains bound the saber-toothed tiger tightly, the knots wrapped around a concrete pillar.

To create the perfect atmosphere, Stephen Chow even stood on a bench, strung up an electrical wire, and hung an incandescent light bulb directly in front of the saber-toothed tiger's furry face.

"Splash!"

A basin of icy well water was poured down.

The saber-toothed tiger shuddered and opened its eyes.

The bright light made his head spin.

The inner thigh has healed itself thanks to its self-healing ability, but the phantom pain of being torn apart is still raging wildly in the nerves.

"Where the hell am I?" he roared, shaking the ice water off his head.

"Behave yourself!"

A powerful shout rang out from the darkness.

The saber-toothed tiger narrowed its eyes.

Behind the large light bulb was a broken wooden table.

Two people were sitting behind the table, one fat and one thin, and they were both wearing dark sunglasses, even though it was the middle of the night.

Stephen Chow crossed his arms and said, "You can remain silent, but every word you say will be grounds for a fine."

Cao Dahua slammed his fist on the table, making the enamel teacup on it bounce: "That's right! We're the Royal... ptooey, the 749th Bureau's Major Crimes Unit! Confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely!"

The saber-toothed tiger, enraged, laughed instead.

He's the apex predator among mutants!

A few broken iron chains are not enough to restrain him.

"Ants!" His muscles bulged as he struggled outwards.

"Clang... Clang!"

The chains were taut and couldn't be broken.

Not only did it fail to break free, but the rusty iron chain didn't even show any signs of deformation.

The saber-toothed tiger looked down.

Good heavens, the seams of the iron chain were all welded shut!

The solder joints are still steaming!

Don't bother.

A person emerged from the shadows, carrying a smoking welding torch.

Wolverine pushed off the welding mask on his face, picked up another enamel mug, and took a sip of the high-quality floral tea.

"This is a high-strength manganese steel chain used on construction sites. I just welded three layers on it with argon arc welding. Even an elephant couldn't break free from it."

Saber-toothed Tiger nearly spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw his younger brother dressed as a welder.

"Jimmy! Are you out of your mind?! You're actually helping outsiders against your own brother!"

"What brother? Don't try to be friendly with me!" Wolverine glared.

"You came here in the middle of the night to ruin my livelihood, destroy the forest greenery, and trample countless flowers and plants! I'm a government employee now! A legitimate, tenured citizen! I have to distance myself from criminals like you!"

The saber-toothed tiger lost its composure.

What's wrong with this world?

And he keeps talking about being a public official?!

Stephen Chow took out a notebook from his pocket and pulled out a red ballpoint pen.

"Stop trying to claim kinship. Give me your name!"

"Die!" the saber-toothed tiger bared its canine teeth.

Stephen Chow, expressionless, drew a line in his notebook: "Arrogant attitude, insulting state officials, additional fine of two hundred. Age!"

"I'm going to tear you all to pieces!"

"Intimidating law enforcement officers and using cruel methods, an additional fine of 500 yuan will be imposed. Place of origin!"

"Stryker won't let you get away with this!"

The saber-toothed tiger struggled frantically, its chains rattling loudly as they were pulled.

Stephen Chow stopped writing and pushed up his sunglasses.

Stryker? Who does he think he is?

He pulled an abacus from under the table and slammed it onto the table with a "bang".

"Since you're not cooperating, let's start by calculating the financial costs."

Fingers clicked and clacked on the abacus beads.

"A five-year-old birch tree was maliciously felled; its market value is 200 yuan. The villagers at the foot of the mountain were terrified; the compensation for emotional distress is 10,000 yuan. Two corpses were found at the village entrance; how terrible is that? Cleanup costs, funeral expenses, sponsorship fees for road repairs in the village…"

Stephen Chow quickly calculated, "That's five million and eight thousand six hundred in total. I'll round it down to five million. Scan the code or pay in cash?"

"You're fucking robbing me!"

"Speak with some respect!"

Cao Dahua pointed at Sabretooth's nose, "We're just following the rules! What exactly are you plotting with that old bastard Stryker? What are you doing in China?!"

Saber-toothed Tiger sneered, trying to salvage some of his villainous dignity.

"You insectoid scum have no idea how great Project X is. Stryker's army will soon have this place razed to the ground!"

"great?"

Stephen Chow slammed his hand on the table.

"You don't even pay for basic social insurance and housing fund contributions, and you call that great? Your place is a complete black-hearted workshop! Illegal employment! Exploitation of labor!"

Wolverine nodded in agreement from the side.

"Absolutely. Back when I was there, we were forced to sit in the water trough with electricity every day, and we couldn't even get a hot meal. Unlike now, the forest farm canteen has meat every day."

The saber-toothed tiger stared at its younger brother, its eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"You've been brainwashed, Jimmy! Wake up! You're a wolf! A wolf! Not a dog that wags its tail for two cans of genetically modified soybean oil!"

"You don't know anything!"

Wolverine got angry and pointed at Sabretooth's nose, yelling, "I've found the true meaning of life! You're just a street urchin without health insurance, all you do is loaf around all day. Do you know what a government job is? Do you know what a stable job is? Do you know what social recognition is?"

Saber-toothed Tiger was utterly desperate; he realized he couldn't communicate with these people at all.

Their brain circuits are on completely different levels.

Stephen Chow found the incandescent light too hot, so he casually took off his wool coat.

Cao Dahua, who was standing next to him, lit up and smiled broadly. He was about to reach out to take the coat, which symbolized the leader's care.

As a result, Stephen Chow twisted his wrist and draped his coat over Wolverine's broad back.

"Old Jin, you just finished a fight, don't catch a cold, put on some clothes."

Cao Dahua's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his teeth itching with anger.

Stephen Chow sat down again, placed his hands on the table, and leaned closer to the saber-toothed tiger.

"You say you're a saber-toothed tiger. Then I ask you, are you a sword, a tooth, or a tiger?"

The saber-toothed tiger was dumbfounded: "...What?"

"I'm asking you, did you grow up on hormones to be this big? Did you get a quarantine certificate when you went through customs? With so much body hair, won't you get heat rash in the summer?"

"With nails that long, don't you poke yourself when you wipe your butt in the toilet? Does it really not?"

"Are you... are you sick in the head?!"

"Not answering? That means you have a guilty conscience."

Zhou Xingxing turned to Cao Dahua and said, "Dahua, this kid is dishonest. I think we should just take him to the market and sell him by weight at the price of watered-down pork. That will pay off his fine."

Cao Dahua chimed in, "I think it's a good idea. This guy's build is so big and strong, we could extract a lot of oil from him, and we could even make a pot of soup from his offal."

Wolverine chimed in, "I'll go to the edge of the village to borrow a cart, and while I'm at it, I'll grab a couple of tarpaulins to put on it so it doesn't get dirty."

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

Sabretooth roared in despair, "Please, get that lunatic in sunglasses out of here! I really don't have any money!"