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

On an international flight bound for New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Crawling in the middle seat of economy class, Stephen Chow felt so uncomfortable that he didn't want to move at all.

The big white man on the left, who looked to weigh about 300 pounds, was snoring so loudly it made my ears go numb.

On the right sat an older woman who was wearing cheap perfume.

The stench, a mixture of body odor and the sour smell of feet, made him roll his eyes.

"Wang Laodeng...you just wait, you stingy old bastard..."

"Sir, peanuts or bread?"

As I was pushing my food cart, a blonde flight attendant happened to pass by.

Before the flight attendant could figure out what was going on, Stephen Chow quickly stuffed all five bags of free nuts and three small bread rolls from the trolley basket into his pocket.

"Thank you so much, beautiful lady!"

Adhering to the principles of "if you don't take it, you're a fool" and "eating capitalism into poverty," Stephen Chow grinned smugly. In the end, feeling that he hadn't gotten his money's worth, he took a whole box of napkins from the food cart.

The flight attendant stood there dumbfounded, wondering what the man was thanking her for. When she looked down again, everything on the bus was gone.

……

Stephen Chow dragged his feet out of the terminal and went straight into the men's restroom next door, placing his black briefcase on the sink.

He pressed his thumb on the fingerprint lock to open the box, took out the palm-sized memory nano folding black suit, and shook it vigorously, causing the suit to stretch and enlarge.

After adjusting his bow tie in front of the mirror, Stephen Chow neatly put on the suit.

"The spring breeze is vexing~ Why is my heart vexed by the spring breeze...?"

After changing into his gear, Lao Zhou felt incredibly powerful. He didn't care about Stryker or Silver Peak Group; this time, he was going to show these people the true value of Chinese special agents.

Wearing his new clothes, Lao Zhou left the restroom and scanned the crowd waiting to pick up passengers. He saw an old acquaintance holding a pizza box with a line of large, crooked characters written on it in marker: "Professional Drain Cleaner Zhou".

With a dark expression, Stephen Chow strode over in a few steps.

"Who did you call to unclog the sewers? Call him the supervisor! You have no respect for your elders!"

Upon recognizing Stephen Chow's face wearing sunglasses, the snotty-nosed girl was so startled she almost burst into tears.

"Brother Zhou, you're finally here! I thought you'd been arrested and dissected by the FBI!"

"Um... about the remaining payment for the intelligence from last time, and the airport pickup fee this time, how about it...?"

Stephen Chow pulled out three crumpled small lunch bags from his pocket, along with a handful of peanuts he'd swiped on the plane, and stuffed them into Snotty's hand.

"Here you go, this is first-class only. You can't buy this anywhere else, no matter how much money you have. One bite and you're basking in the flavor of capitalism. It'll be two hundred dollars for you, keep the change!"

Looking at the bread roll in his hand, Slug looked disgusted.

"You even have an airline logo on this! Did you steal it from the food cart?"

"Fine, give it back! You really don't know its value!"

With lightning speed, Stephen Chow stuffed the three shriveled bread rolls back into his pocket.

"Brother Zhou, let's stop messing around, okay? This place is really creepy right now, let's get in the car."

They squeezed into the airport's open-air parking lot and wandered around until they reached a corner where a badly painted secondhand Ford van was parked. Several crooked English words were sprayed on the van in bright red paint, saying "Bob's Drain Cleaning" and "Eighty Dollars a Time".

"You don't usually poop in this beat-up car, do you?"

"Brother Zhou, we're on a tight budget. The little money you gave us last time was only enough to buy this scrapped car after paying the rent."

The slug, familiar with the way, crawled into the driver's cab, pulled out two wires from under the dashboard, touched them together, and with a flash of sparks, the exhaust pipe shook violently and spewed out a large plume of black smoke.

Stephen Chow sat down in the passenger seat with a look of disgust, and looked down to touch his suit, as if afraid that his high-tech battle robe would be tainted with the sour smell of capitalism.

As Slug stepped on the gas, the bread truck wobbled out of the parking lot and merged into the highway traffic.

"After the bombing of the base and the Silver Peak Corporation incident, Stryker deployed all his Recyclers. Now they're hunting down mutants all over the streets. If they can't catch mutants, they'll hunt down anyone who has been in contact with them."

"I've heard that Stryker has even found your flight information!"

"They found my flight. Did they know I was flying economy class? Could they reimburse me for an upgrade? If so..."

"Bang!"

The rear of the bread truck was hit, and the entire vehicle lurched forward out of control.

"They're here! It's the recyclers! Damn, how did they get here so fast?!"

In the rearview mirror, two heavy SUVs followed closely behind the car. Zhou Xingxing turned his head to look out the window and saw the passenger window in the back slowly rolling down. A burly man wearing a black hood leaned out halfway out, holding a mini-gun tightly in his hand.

A volley of bullets swept over, shattering the left-side rearview mirror of the bread truck into pieces.

"Are you trying to scam me? Do you even know how to drive? Why are you crashing into me if you don't have full insurance?!"

Stephen Chow rolled down the passenger window, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, you're forcing me to waste food!"

He held the nut he'd just taken from the plane in his right hand, his thumb and middle finger clenched tightly: "Let's go!"

The nut, carrying a strong gust of wind, struck the burly man on the forehead. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped back into the passenger seat, a nut deeply embedded in the center of his forehead.

The driver of the Raptor SUV watched helplessly as his partner slumped in the seat, his hand trembled in shock, and he jerked the steering wheel sharply to the side.

Stephen Chow calmly sat back in his seat and rolled up the window: "All done. Drive carefully, I get carsick."

"Zhou...Brother Zhou, what...what did you just throw out? Was it a grenade?"

"Nuts, this evil capitalism, free stuff is so hard, it almost broke my teeth when I ate some before."

"Oh my god, there's only one left!"

Another Raptor saw the car in front go around it, accelerated forward, and opened the sunroof on the roof, from which a heavy machine gun was carried out by the people inside.

"Are you never going to stop, Ah Chong? Pull over!"

"Stop the car? Dude, are you crazy? That's an M249 squad automatic weapon! One burst of fire and this piece of junk is nothing but scrap metal!"

"Stop talking nonsense, stop when I say stop!"

Stephen Chow pushed open the car door and jumped out, grabbing a butcher knife from behind his waist.

At this moment, they were in the back seat of the Raptor SUV.

Jackal, the leader of the sixth squad of the Recyclers Special Operations Group, was staring at the man in front of him.

Before setting off, General Stryker personally issued a stern order to strictly intercept Asian men arriving on the target flight, because these men had clues about the missing X weapon, and their fate was not to be considered.

The jackal originally thought this was an extremely easy task.

How much ability can a poor Asian man who takes economy class and then has to take a rickety bread truck after getting off the plane have?

At most, he's just an external liaison.

He only realized something was wrong a minute ago.

I watched helplessly as the passenger in the car in front of me was shot down by an unidentified flying object.

"Holy crap, is that guy a mutant?!"

The machine gunner standing on the roof of the vehicle was shouting angrily down below.

"Charge! Run him over and kill him!"