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

"Snapped!"

The ledger was rolled into a tube and hit on the back of Stephen Chow's head.

"You big idiot!" Uncle Biao said angrily, blowing his beard and glaring.

"If you take Ka-Kui to America, do you want to tear down all the furniture in the White House, or smash the Statue of Liberty?"

Chen Jiaju chuckled, touching his big nose. "Uncle Biao, actually, it would be nice to go. I haven't been to New York in ages..."

"Shut up!"

Uncle Biao spat in Jiaju's face: "Director Wang gave a strict order: you're traveling alone. If you dare to secretly bring Jiaju on the plane, I'll dock your entire year's performance bonus!"

"And every table and chair that Ka-Kui smashed in America was charged to your paycheck!"

Stephen Chow withdrew his hand from Ka-Kui's shoulder.

"Well... I just remembered, this flight doesn't allow flammable, explosive, or dangerous goods. You'd be better off staying in China and serving the people, really."

The rear door of the armored truck was open.

Chen Jiaju kicked the saber-toothed tiger, which weighed over 200 pounds, into the carriage.

"Ouch, be gentle! I'm a mutant, not pork!"

"Shut up!"

Chen Jiaju slammed his hand on the car door frame. "When we get there, you'd better copy the Elementary School Students' Code of Conduct a hundred times. For every word you get wrong, you'll lose a dollar from your food allowance!"

The saber-toothed tiger's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Copy a book?! You want me, a wild beast, to copy a book?!"

This China is simply hell!

With a dark expression, Uncle Biao opened the passenger door and pointed at Stephen Chow's forehead from a distance before getting in.

"You little punk, behave yourself in America. Don't cause trouble, don't demolish anyone's building. If you create any more international claims or messes, I'll skin you alive!"

Zhou Xingxing quickly bowed and scraped, then stepped forward and shook Uncle Biao's hand.

"Don't worry, I'm a very peaceful person. I won't even step on an ant when I go out. Have a safe trip, Uncle Biao. When you get there, please say hello to Aunt Liu who serves food at the cafeteria for me!"

"Bang!"

The car door closed.

The armored truck's taillights lit up, and it drove away, carrying the saber-toothed tiger filled with despair.

The taillights disappeared at the village entrance, and Zhou Xingxing turned his head and saw Cao Dahua applying hair gel with a mirror.

In this freezing weather, the hairspray froze into ice crystals as soon as it was applied, but he still managed to comb it into a shiny slicked-back hairstyle.

"Ada, you're in heat, huh? You were just scared and hiding in the woodpile, but now you're all puffed up again, aren't you?"

"Ah Xing, what do you know? This is called the foundation of the Tiger of the Major Crimes Unit. What I did just now was a strategic retreat. Don't lower yourself to the level of a brainless beast."

He leaned closer mysteriously, lowering his voice.

"Brother, I have to go and handle a big case right away."

"What big case? A prostitution raid?"

"screw you!"

After tossing his hair, Cao Dahua continued, "Just now, a divorced local lady, um... Sister Yu, who owns three mountains to grow ginseng, sent me a WeChat message saying that her purebred Maine Coon cat can do backflips, and invited me to come over tonight to see how jumping this cat is."

Living off a woman across provincial borders, wow.

This person has a really non-picky appetite.

"No, can you handle that? Sitting on it could give you a work-related injury, and the bureau won't reimburse you for it!"

With a disdainful look, Cao Dahua curled his lip.

"That's called charm. You're a lifelong bachelor, you wouldn't understand a thing. Guys, let's call it a day!"

Despite being a kept man, Cao Dahua is a man of action; he may play around, but he's not frivolous.

He's been working non-stop these past two days, and he's already covered up the whole story of the murder case that Saber-toothed Tiger caused in Lishengtun. He's taken care of all the subsequent statements and appeasement work.

Stephen Chow and Wolverine returned to the cabin in the mountains; he hadn't finished filling out the follow-up form yet.

"You really want to go to American territory?"

Glancing at him, Wolverine said, "That old bastard Stryker has a lot of tough stuff. Don't let him kill you."

After taking off his shoes and sitting cross-legged on the heated kang, Zhou Xingxing felt a sharp pain in his heart as he looked at the printed electronic ticket in his hand.

"Do you think I wanted to go? Economy class, the seats are so cramped I couldn't even stretch my legs, and they won't even reimburse business class. Isn't this forcing someone into prostitution?!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he had lost out, and he felt he couldn't let the trip go to waste.

Since we're already there, we should buy some goods, both high-end and low-end.

He skillfully opened the green bubble group chat and took out his phone.

Entering the "749 Bureau Overseas Talent Re-employment Assistance and Mutual Support Group," Zhou Xingxing's fingers flew across the keyboard.

He typed a message to all members.

"Attention, fellow workers! I'm about to be dispatched to America to launch a new round of direct recruitment for high-paying overseas positions. Do you have any mutant brothers or sisters you know? A successful referral will earn you a meat coupon from the bureau's canteen, plus half a pack of Hongmei brand cigarettes, personally sponsored by me!"

The first to speak up was Master Mo from the sinkhole construction site.

"Brother Zhou, I have a sworn brother in the New York sewers. He can generate electricity by eating garbage. He can eat three big buckets of swill in one meal. Want to join him?"

I sent a voice message, and all I could hear from the other side of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project's underwater tunnel was the sound of rushing water.

"Director Zhou, I know someone who can turn mud into bricks, but he's not very bright and always smiles at everyone he meets."

"That's great! Contractors love guys like this who're fearless and happy. Send me his address privately, and I'll give you a cut!"

Luo Gong from Jiuquan Aerospace City then chimed in.

"How is your tone any different from that of a human trafficking shady dealer? Don't forget about that old acquaintance, the 'King of Cards.' Didn't you trick him into signing a contract last time?"

Zhou Xingxing snorted coldly when he saw the name.

"That damn bastard took my $200 emergency fund and hasn't uttered a sound since. If he dares not to come back and work with me this time, I'll go down the internet cable and break his damn thing!"

The heiress from the cold drink truck timidly sent an emoji: "Brother Zhou, be careful on the road. I heard it's been really cold in New York lately. Do you want to bring two boxes of my sunscreen and hangover-relieving ice cream over there to sell? We can split the profits 50/50."

Just as Stephen Chow was about to praise the girl for her business acumen, a system notification popped up in the group chat.

The group owner has activated the "Deadly Scissors Kick" and muted all members.

Director Wang's message floated alone in the center of the screen: "Go straight to the liaison point in New York after you get off the plane. Stop trying to resell ice cream in Times Square. If you cause trouble, I'll dock six months' performance bonus!"

"Damn it!"

Stephen Chow angrily threw his phone onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

Why is this old man always hiding behind the screen, spying on us? He won't even give us a chance to survive.

And he's clearly the group owner.

How did he turn into Fatty Wang?

Looking at Stephen Chow rolling around on the kang (a heated brick bed) in anger, Wolverine shook his head: "The people in this department must have some serious illness."

……

The armored truck bounced violently as it drove along the bumpy national highway.

The saber-toothed tiger, slumped inside the carriage, swayed with the movement of the vehicle.

What kind of monsters did Stryker provoke?

The saber-toothed tiger pressed its face to the floor, and a single tear of humiliation and confusion slid down its cheek.

He swore that if he could do it all over again, he would never set foot in China, even if it meant being beaten to death.