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

"Da da da da da!"

The crossfire of assault rifles completely blocked all escape routes.

Lorna lowered her body, her hands already raised, the green light at her fingertips just beginning to glow—

The torrent desperately prepared to be shot.

Stephen Chow remained completely calm, taking a large step forward and then slightly separating his legs.

The horse stance was firmly planted.

Raise both hands, palms facing forward.

Four fingers are clenched together and pressed inwards, leaving only the index finger pointing lonely to the sky.

Coupled with that overly serious face, it exudes an indescribable sense of absurdity.

"call--"

The bright yellow bullets rained down, all stopping half a meter away from Stephen Chow's palm.

The warhead was still spinning at high speed in place, and the friction between the copper shell and the lead core produced a buzzing sound.

But I just can't get past that half-meter distance.

Countless bullet heads were suspended in the air.

The gun barrels were still warm, and the members of the tactical squad were struck dumb, staring intently at the motionless Grim Reapers.

Stryker was somewhat taken aback.

This is not a mutant ability, at least not like any known X-gene expression documented in any archive.

Stryker has spent half his life working on genetic weapons, including subcutaneous implantation, serum injection, and gene recombination...

He has seen far too many ways in which superpowers are expressed.

But none of them involve standing in a horse stance with your index finger raised to block a bullet.

He made a very pragmatic decision and turned to leave.

The corner of his white coat got caught on the door frame as he turned a corner. He had to pull it off with a couple of tugs, and his posture wasn't very graceful.

The torrents behind were dumbfounded.

He looked at Stephen Chow's strange gesture and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Stephen, you took a bullet, fine, but why did you give me the middle finger... no, the index finger?"

Stephen Chow didn't even turn his head.

"This is called concentrating your mind and gathering all your internal energy into one point."

"The index finger is where the Shangyang acupoint of the Large Intestine Meridian is located, and it is where the force is strongest."

"Besides, isn't this pose cool?"

Handsome?

To be honest, it's pretty outrageous.

But he did manage to stop hundreds of bullets in front of him, so whether he was handsome or not isn't that important.

The opposing tactical squad has emptied a magazine.

The gunfire stopped.

Countless deformed bullet heads floated in front of Stephen Chow.

Lorna, regaining her senses, had a bright green light in her pupils and pushed her hands forward.

As she moved, the hundreds of bullets hovering in front of Zhou Xingxing turned around.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The speed was twice as fast as when we came.

Lorna pushed out not only bullets, but also 365 days' worth of debts.

Those guys on the other side hadn't even finished changing their magazines.

The bullet pierced the helmet, the vest, and the bulletproof plates.

The copper core went in through the front of the chest and came out through the back, splattering the contents of the tube onto the wall behind it.

Blood mist filled the hall, and more than twenty soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.

The walls were riddled with bullet holes.

Stephen Chow is still in the horse stance with his index finger raised.

He looked at the empty air in front of him, and then at the corpses scattered all over the ground opposite him, all of them completely dead.

"Hey!" Stephen Chow jumped up, pointed at Lorna's nose, and yelled, "What are you doing, you spendthrift woman? Who told you to lay a hand on her!"

Lorna sneered and tossed her long green hair.

"What? You feel sorry for these scumbags? They were just trying to kill us. I called this self-defense."

"What kind of legitimate self-defense is this!"

Zhou Xingxing slapped his thigh in anguish, walked to a corpse, squatted down, and tugged at his tactical vest, which was riddled with bullets.

"Look! Look! This is a genuine Kevlar body armor from the original US military manufacturer!"

"They sell for several thousand dollars apiece on the market! I was originally planning to knock them out, strip them all off, and sell them secondhand!"

He stood up and flipped over three corpses in a row.

With each body turned over, his expression grew more unpleasant.

"This one, it's pierced through. This one, it's pierced through. This one—good heavens, even the ceramic insert on the back is broken."

"Now look what's happened! You've punched holes in it all! How are we supposed to sell it now? Sell it as a fishing net?!"

Lorna was stunned.

She imagined this Chinese man would accuse her of being cruel, talk about humanitarianism, or even be afraid of her power.

But to her utter surprise, this guy was actually worried about not being able to sell the secondhand bulletproof vest for a good price!

Lorna's chest heaved; she felt that this man's way of thinking was simply extraordinary.

"They locked me up for a year and drew my blood for a year!"

Lorna gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening: "I killed them for revenge!"

"Revenge shouldn't involve damaging public property!"

Zhou Xingxing walked over and his gaze swept over Lorna's long legs twice without any politeness.

White, straight, and long. The calves below the knees are very well-proportioned, with slender ankles, probably because they have been restrained for many years and haven't been active much. There isn't much muscle, but the bone structure is extremely well-proportioned.

He's an absolute pro at riding a tricycle.

"You haven't signed a labor contract with me yet, you know that?" Zhou Xingxing turned his gaze away from her legs and his tone became that of a headmaster lecturing her.

"You're considered an unemployed employee. If an unemployed employee takes action without authorization in the workplace and an accident occurs, who will be responsible? Will you report it as a workers' compensation? You don't even have workers' compensation insurance! None of your social insurance and housing fund contributions have been paid!"

Zhou Xingxing earnestly advised her: "Xiao Luo, from now on you'll be working with me, you need to change your temper. Fighting and killing is no good, let's sit down, have a cup of tea and a steamed bun."

"If we really have to fight, we should consider economic efficiency. Your crude method of killing is a huge waste of resources."

Jiliu, carrying Anton in the corner, muttered, "Aren't we still running for our lives?"

No one cares about him.

Lorna laughed in exasperation, crossing her arms over her chest and creating a cleavage.

She discovered that getting angry with this man was completely useless; he would just use her anger as a stepping stone to continue spouting nonsense.

"Okay, boss. Next time before I kill someone, I'll give you an application first, and you can approve it before I do it?"

"That's the right attitude!" Stephen Chow snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

"The report must clearly state the motive for the murder, the expected benefits, and the cost calculation. The handwriting must be neat and there must be no typos."

Lorna rolled her eyes and turned to search for equipment on a corpse.

She really didn't want to deal with this lunatic anymore.

Stephen Chow turned to look at the end of the hall; Stryker, that old fox, was running fast.

"You think you can hide and we won't find you? It's no use!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs towards the direction of the surveillance camera.

"You're such a dashing man! The gleam of your bald head and your unwashed white coat give you away! Next time we meet, I'm sending you to Africa to repair outhouses!"

Jiliu, carrying Anton, rushed over and anxiously shoved Zhou Xingxing: "Stephen, how are we getting out of here? If you keep yelling, we'll be surrounded!"

"Let's find the door! Once we find the door, we can get out."