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

"Ada, Lao Jin, keep an eye on this oversized husky. I'll go ask the boss about how to handle it."

Stephen Chow then took the coat off Wolverine, put his hands in his pockets, strolled outside the warehouse, took out his phone, and dialed the director's hotline.

The cold wind howled, and the phone rang seven or eight times before Director Wang's loud, nasal roar finally came through.

"It's the middle of the night! You'd better have a reason that makes me forgive you for disturbing my sleep! Otherwise, tomorrow I'll exchange all your business trip allowance for the bitter melon and egg stir-fry in the cafeteria!"

"Chief! Something terrible has happened!" Stephen Chow instantly switched to sycophantic mode.

"The villains over there in America are so inconsiderate! They sent a two-meter-tall golden lion king to wreak havoc on our territory in the middle of the night!"

"Guess what? This bastard not only trampled on the red pine seedlings in our national key protected forest area, but also caused two deaths at the village entrance!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Have they caught him?"

"I've already arranged everything perfectly with the iron chains of socialism! Old Jin personally took charge, welding three full layers with argon arc welding!"

"Don't even mention him being a mutant; even if a Decepticon came today, he'd have to pay the fine with tears in his eyes!"

Get to the point!

"This guy's name is Sabretooth, and he's Old Jin's older brother. He's got a murder case on his hands right now. Should I just kill him to boost my sales figures, or what?"

Stephen Chow covered the microphone and lowered his voice: "I just tested Old Jin, and he's not only not opposed to killing family members for the greater good, but the only problem is that this guy has self-healing abilities, so repeatedly killing him would wear out the knife. Do you think the bureau could reimburse the sharpening fee?"

"Nonsense! Bureau 749 is a legitimate unit! A transnational secret execution?"

"What about our international image? Besides, since he killed someone, he has to pay the price! We can't let him get away with it!"

"Either send it to the research institute for Leonardo da Vinci to slice, or send it to labor camp!"

"Director is brilliant! He's practically the guiding light for our bureau!" Zhou Xingxing flattered him repeatedly.

"I've already unilaterally sentenced him to life imprisonment! How about we have the Smurfs open a portal right now and send this big guy straight back to the station?"

"No way!" Director Wang refused outright.

While he was on the phone, Director Wang had already retrieved Sabretooth's file.

Upon closer inspection, wow, the screen was filled with red warnings—pure fanatics and dangerous elements!

Such people should not be allowed to roam freely or be approached at close range.

"Edith requires physical contact to teleport. This big guy is wild and unruly; what if he goes berserk and bites? I can't risk the lives of my people!"

Stephen Chow rolled his eyes in the wind.

Ok!

So you're worried about the Smurfs taking risks, but not about yourselves at all?

Ultimately, it was because they were afraid Edith would be frightened by this savage and, in a moment of panic, veer off course and teleport her to Hawaii.

"What can I do? I can't exactly buy a hard-seat ticket on a slow train and lead him all the way back to Beijing on a dog leash, can I? That would be special transport, and it would seriously damage my image, so I'd have to pay extra!"

"Don't bring up money with me again." Director Wang cleared his throat. "I'll send Ling Lingliu to your place. Once she arrives, you two can hand over the work."

"Ling Ling Liu?"

Holy crap, that guy is a notorious furniture store tyrant and public property vandal!

Old Zhou had heard gossip from the finance department that this guy's salary card was always in the negative, and every month it wasn't even enough to cover the damage to the desks and chairs in the bureau.

After he comes, will the village committee still have half a good brick left?

"Chief, please don't! This is village property; I don't have the money to pay for it..."

"There's one more thing."

Director Wang completely ignored him and suddenly became very serious, much like the personnel talk before the year-end performance deductions.

"Ah Xing, you did an excellent job with the follow-up work on this group of mutants. The organization highly recognizes your professional abilities."

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up: "Is there a bonus?"

"Given that old bastard Stryker has his eyes on China," Director Wang said, feigning a bad signal, and cut straight to the point.

"The organization has decided to nip the danger in the bud. After you hand over your duties to Lingling Liu, you don't need to return to the bureau. Go directly to the United States on a business trip."

"Where to?!"

"America. Go to their headquarters and give them a piece of your mind. While you're at it, see if there are any unfortunate mutants left to be rescued."

"No, Director, can't you be reasonable?!" Zhou Xingxing was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"My pockets are emptier than my face! They haven't even approved my expense report from last time! You won't even give me money for a plane ticket for an international business trip? I'll swim there myself!"

"Xiao Liu has already sent your plane ticket to your phone. It's an e-ticket, economy class. Once you get there, keep things simple, including food, accommodation, and transportation. Remember to uphold our fine tradition of hard work and frugality."

"I strongly protest! This is inhumane exploitation of labor! At the very least, I should be given a business class ticket; my back can't take it..."

"Beep beep beep beep..."

The phone call was abruptly ended.

Stephen Chow held his phone, looking bewildered in the cold wind.

That old man!

Not only did they refuse to reimburse me, they also assigned me a dangerous job in America!

Economy class!

They don't even give us a meal allowance!

What terrible things has he done?!

With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned around in a fit of rage and kicked open the warehouse door.

Inside the warehouse, the iron chains rattled loudly as the saber-toothed tiger shook them.

Cao Dahua was squatting in front of the saber-toothed tiger, patiently trying to persuade it:

"Let me tell you, once you're in, work hard and try to get lenient treatment as soon as possible. Even if you're operating a sewing machine, you should strive to become an outstanding worker, instead of thinking about escaping all the time. The food here is much better than in America; we can even have dumplings for Chinese New Year..."

Stephen Chow strode over and kicked the saber-toothed tiger in the shin.

"What else do you want to do!" The saber-toothed tiger trembled in fright.

"Shut up! I'm in a bad mood right now!"

Stephen Chow pointed at the saber-toothed tiger's nose and started cursing.

"Your heartless boss Stryker has successfully caught my attention! I'm going to America right now to dismantle his crappy base and sell it for scrap! I won't leave him a single screw!"

"You're going to go and take down that old codger Stryker?" Wolverine looked over.

"Nonsense!" Stephen Chow gritted his teeth. "He cut off my livelihood, ruined my vacation, and forced me to fly economy class for over ten hours! This is an irreconcilable feud!"

The saber-toothed tiger was tied to a pillar, his mind a complete mess.

Go after Stryker?

This is just a crazy person who only cares about money and gets in a fit of rage over an economy class ticket.

Stryker's base is fully armed and houses all sorts of insane experimental subjects.

Is this kid just going to get himself killed?

Are the relevant departments in China all acting a little strange?