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

Stephen Chow pushed the abacus to the corner of the table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Sizzle~"

"If you'd been this sensible earlier, wouldn't we have saved five million?" He tapped the table with his cigarette-holding fingers. "So, what's that old man Stryker doing sending you all over here in this freezing weather? Stealing ginseng or digging up deer antlers?"

Saber-toothed, he stared at the lunatic in sunglasses across from him.

"Stryker... a while ago, several of his useful tools disappeared one after another. The green-haired woman who played with magnets disappeared, and the rapids vanished without a trace."

"His partner, a key stronghold of the Silver Peak Consortium, was wiped out. He died in a landslide, and his offline database was tampered with."

"Stryker checked all the customs and satellite records. He discovered that the last movements of these missing experimental subjects... all pointed to China."

Cao Dahua slapped his thigh, making the tea in the enamel cup shake violently.

"Holy crap, Ah Xing, our secrets about international human trafficking... no, our international talent acquisition have been leaked!"

Zhou Xingxing glanced at him sideways and slapped Cao Dahua on the back of the head: "What leak! This was a legitimate recruitment! We signed labor contracts! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Turning to Sabretooth, Stephen Chow pushed up his sunglasses: "So, what did Stryker send you here for? To ask us for people?"

"He sent me to gather intelligence. To find out your background, and while I'm at it, to capture those escaped test subjects... especially Jimmy."

Sabretooth stared at Wolverine standing to the side, his eyes filled with resentment.

Stryker said that once he got the exact coordinates, his cleanup team would come.

"However..." The saber-toothed tiger grinned, revealing a somewhat bleak smile.

"I didn't listen to him. I came straight here as soon as I smelled Jimmy. I only want my little brother!"

Wolverine was holding an enamel mug and slurping down some high-quality liquor.

Hearing this, he fell silent for a moment, then patted Zhou Xingxing on the shoulder, signaling him to bring out the cigars he had been using.

Old Zhou's eyes lit up. This is something you can smoke!

It was worth it to roll cigarettes for him myself.

Wolverine took a deep drag on his cigar, the thick smoke making him feel dizzy.

"Have you no shame? Coming to our forest farm in the middle of the night naked and causing trouble. Let me tell you, I'm a forest farm employee, I'll be a forest farm employee whether I live or die. I'll be a permanent member of the organization, no matter what. Don't try to be a toad trying to eat swan meat."

Stephen Chow stroked his chin, having made up his mind.

Stryker only suspects it; he doesn't have any concrete evidence yet.

This big guy acted entirely on his own, breaking away from the main group and acting independently.

"Ada, Lao Jin." Stephen Chow stood up and waved.

The three of them went to a corner of the warehouse for a small meeting.

"Ah Xing, what do we do with this thing?" Cao Dahua pulled the floral quilt around himself tighter. "Kill it? Sink it into the Heilongjiang River to feed the turtles?"

"We can't kill him." Wolverine frowned.

"This bastard is just like me, with an incredible ability to heal himself. If you throw him into the river, he can stay underwater for months. Who knows when he'll climb out and ruin all the corn in our forest farm."

Cao Dahua panicked: "Then let it go? Letting a tiger return to the mountain will cause endless trouble!"

Stephen Chow had a cigarette in his mouth, the cigarette butt glowing intermittently in the darkness.

"We definitely can't let him go, but this guy is too wild to be tamed..." Zhou Xingxing stroked his chin.

"Got it!"

"Since he enjoys scratching people so much and has so much energy, I'll give him the most cruel and torturous torture in the world!"

Both of them turned to look at him.

"Labor reform!" Zhou Xingxing said in a low, sinister voice.

He strode back to the table, slammed his hands on the surface with a "thud," and stared down at the saber-toothed tiger, which was bound hand and foot.

"Victor, right?" Stephen Chow took off his sunglasses, his eyes cold.

"Now that you're in my hands, you may escape death, but you won't escape punishment! From today onward, you will face years, even decades, of hellish living!"

The saber-toothed tiger instinctively tensed up, and even though the chains were welded shut, it still shrank back.

"What...what do you want to do?!" he roared, his neck stiff.

Stephen Chow gave a cold laugh.

"Electric shock? A sink? That's child's play!"

"I'm going to lock you in a place with high walls and iron bars, a place where you can't escape! There, you must get up at 6:30 every morning, no matter how sleepy you are! And at 10:00 every night, lights out and go to sleep, even if you have insomnia, you have to close your eyes!"

The saber-toothed tiger paused for a moment.

Get up on time?

Go to bed on time?

"Not only that!" Stephen Chow raised his voice, "You have to eat three meals a day on time! Not a single bite less! And every year, you're only given two sets of identical clothes! You can only get new ones when they're worn out! You'll completely lose your freedom of dress!"

The saber-toothed tiger's pupils began to dilate.

"You'll also be forced to do eight hours of manual labor every day! Rain or shine!"

"We'll give you only one day off a week! On that day, you can only eat meat and vegetables once! The rest of the days are all carbs and vegetables, to get rid of all that fat!"

Cao Dahua, standing nearby, gasped, covering his mouth in shock, and exclaimed, "Ah Xing! That's too cruel! Only eating meat once a week? Is this even human life?!"

Wolverine shook his head and sighed, "What a waste. We only get to work eight hours a day, and then we're forced to sleep the rest of the time. It's enough to drive anyone crazy. I usually patrol the forest for at least ten hours a day."

The saber-toothed tiger's brain completely shut down.

Go to bed on time every day?

Three meals a day?

They're even giving out clothes?!

They even get one day off per week?!

You should know that in America, he was either wanted by mutant hunters or on the run.

Living outdoors and eating in the open was the norm; when starving, they would even find eating raw wild rabbit delicious.

As for clothes?

He had taken that leather jacket from a deadbeat biker three years ago, and it was already rotten!

That bastard Stryker treated me like a dog when I needed him, never paid me, let alone gave me a day off!

The saber-toothed tiger swallowed hard, its voice trembling slightly. "Then... what if I get sick?"

"Sick?" Stephen Chow slammed his hand on the table and glared at him.

"Dream on! At most, we'll provide you with the most basic medical care! We'll give you free medical checkups and some cold and anti-inflammatory medicine. Want a VIP private room? Dream on!"

Stephen Chow snorted coldly and unleashed his final trump card.

"You think that's all? Every month, the government will only mercifully give you five hundred yuan! Five hundred yuan! And you can only spend it at the convenience store inside! You can buy a maximum of two hundred yuan worth of spicy strips and cola, and the rest you can only look at!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Stephen Chow thought he had finally broken down, and triumphantly raised his chin: "Scared now! This is what happens when you offend Bureau 749!"