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

The next day, at noon.

There were two iron stoves in the room, with a large pot of pork and vermicelli stewing and free-range goose.

The fragrance wafted straight into people's noses.

Stephen Chow is holding a rooster bowl and eating like crazy.

Beside them, Cao Dahua and Wolverine were each holding a bowl bigger than their faces, eating with their mouths full of oil.

"Old Jin, your stewed goose is absolutely amazing!"

Stephen Chow spat out a bone, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "When the bureau's cafeteria is hiring a head chef, I'll definitely vote for you!"

Wolverine slurped up a big mouthful of rice noodles: "Absolutely! This is a secret recipe I learned from Director Zhao!"

In the corner, the saber-toothed tiger, chained to death, lay paralyzed on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the pot of goose, and his stomach rumbled.

I was terrified all night by that crazy guy in sunglasses last night.

The concepts of "working eight hours a day," "five social insurances and one housing fund," and "regular work and rest" have completely baffled this beast.

Having been hungry for so long, he felt like he could swallow a mouse whole.

"What are you looking at?"

Stephen Chow tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks and glared at him.

"It's not mealtime yet! According to the rules, prisoners can only eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables for lunch! If you keep this up, I'll beat you up!"

The saber-toothed tiger closed its eyes.

Fake!

I can't live like this anymore!

"Bang!"

The wooden door was pushed open.

"Ah-Xing! We're here to take over!"

A man with a big nose stepped across the threshold, followed by a little old man wearing reading glasses who slowly walked in.

He was also carrying a black briefcase.

"Oh my! Uncle Biu! Ka-Kui!"

Stephen Chow quickly put down his bowl and went to greet him.

"Uncle Biao, why did you come in person? It's so cold, the director should respect the elderly and care for the young!"

While flattering Uncle Biao, Stephen Chow reached out to take the box from him.

"Come, come, sit down! Ah-da, quickly get Uncle Biao and Ka-kui a bowl and chopsticks!"

Cao Dahua quickly pulled over two long benches and wiped them with his sleeve.

"Uncle Biao, come and try Old Jin's stewed goose, it's fresh out of the pot!"

Uncle Biao glanced at Stephen Chow and protected the box in his hands, preventing him from taking it away.

Don't try to fool me.

Uncle Biao snorted and sat down by the stove: "I'm here for two reasons: first, to escort this transnational fugitive; and second, to see what kind of mess you've made this time!"

"I heard you canceled your high-speed rail ticket and exchanged it for a hard seat at the station. Did you pocket the difference?"

Stephen Chow coughed twice, then quickly picked up the fattest piece of goose butt and stuffed it into Uncle Biao's bowl.

"How could you say that! I was only trying to save the country money! You'd better put in a good word for me with the bureau chief!"

Chen Jiaju didn't stand on ceremony at all, picking up a glass of rice noodles and stuffing it into his mouth.

He chewed as he pointed to the saber-toothed tiger in the corner.

"Is this that Tiger guy? Hand him over to me, I'll take him back in no time!"

Uncle Biao disgustedly picked up the goose's rear end. This kid is stingy and cunning, but he can get things done when it matters.

"Alright, stop trying to curry favor. The director hasn't treated you badly."

Uncle Biao handed over the black box.

"Da Vinci's latest equipment, the Dimensional Box."

Upon hearing the name "Da Vinci," Stephen Chow recoiled in fright and instinctively covered his head.

"Invented by Vincent? Will it explode?" He stared at the box. "Or is this thing actually a solar-powered flashlight?"

"Stop talking nonsense and open it."

Stephen Chow resignedly took it, but when he touched the latch, the lid opened with a "click".

Inside the box, a miniature black suit was neatly folded.

It's about the size of a palm.

Stephen Chow's face darkened, and he turned the box around.

"Uncle Biao, is the bureau so poor that they can only afford children's clothes? This thing is too tight even for Xiao Qiang! What's Wenxi up to? Does he want me to make a voodoo doll to curse Stryker?"

Wolverine, who was gnawing on a goose leg nearby, leaned over and asked, "What's this? Is it a little vest for a mouse?"

"You're uncultured." Uncle Biao rolled his eyes. "Try taking it out and shaking it yourself."

Stephen Chow grabbed the collar of his suit and pulled it outwards.

"Whoosh!"

The palm-sized garment left the box and quickly grew larger.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a men's suit.

Stephen Chow stared in disbelief, his hands trembling as he touched the silky fabric.

"This...this fabric!"

"This is called memory nano-foldable material. It can be compressed for storage, is bulletproof, and can even withstand close-range AK fire. It has a built-in temperature control system, keeping it warm in winter and cool in summer!"

"We've tested the box; it can hold at least three times its volume. You're in luck!"

Stephen Chow held the suit and almost burst into tears.

Back in the day, Leonardo da Vinci handed him a razor, but it turned out to be a hair dryer.

I handed him a mobile phone, and it exploded right in front of my face.

"Wenxi... he finally did something decent!"

Stephen Chow wiped his face: "This is real spy gear! From now on, if anyone calls Wenxi crazy, I'll be the first to fight them!"

Uncle Biao patted a hidden compartment on the edge of the box.

"It's not over yet. This box has your fingerprints integrated. If you press here with your right thumb..."

Uncle Biao gestured to Stephen Chow to operate.

Stephen Chow pressed it, and the bottom of the box popped open.

Inside, there were several small tactical throwing knives neatly stacked, as well as two bottles of liquid in the form of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Upon closer inspection, it was labeled "Special Anesthetic Spray".

"With this outfit, don't always dress like a ragpicker when you go to America; you'll embarrass our department!"

Stephen Chow hugged Uncle Biao tightly: "Uncle! You're like my own uncle! This goose meal is on me! No need for reimbursement!"

"You said it yourself, I've put it on the tab," Uncle Biao quickly replied.

Stephen Chow's smile froze.

Grass!

sloppy.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the handover began.

Chen Jiaju wiped his mouth and walked to the corner.

He frowned as he looked at the saber-toothed tiger, which was bound tightly with thick iron chains and the seams were welded shut.

"Ah Xing, what are you guys doing? You've tied him up like a mummy, how are you going to get him into the car by himself?"

Chen Jiaju turned around and waved to Wolverine.

"Hey you, Old Jin, right? Untie this chain for him!"

Chen Jiaju patted his chest and declared, "I, Chen Jiaju, never use such fancy things when escorting prisoners! If he dares to run, I'll break his legs!"

Wolverine picked his teeth, glanced at Chan Ka-kui, and then turned to look at Stephen Chow.

"This young man's got guts, is that a real solution?"

Stephen Chow was happily trying on his new suit when he casually made a perfunctory remark.

"Ka-Kui is a super cop. Since he's spoken, let's just grant his request. Anyway, if anything goes wrong, it's his responsibility."

"middle."

Wolverine stepped forward, and with a "whoosh," an adamantium claw shot out.

The iron chain snapped in front of the steel claws and fell to the ground.

The restraints have been lifted.

The saber-toothed tiger stretched its aching wrist.

They were frightened, starved, and welded to pillars like dogs...

When has Victor Creed ever suffered such humiliation!

He can't mess with the guy in sunglasses, and he can't beat that younger brother.

But how dare this big-nosed guy look at me like that?

"roar!!!"

The saber-toothed tiger's eyes were red, revealing its canine teeth.

Fueled by anger that had been building up all night, he lunged directly at Chan Ka Kui!

Ten sharp fingernails aimed straight at Ka-Kui's face.

Holy crap!