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

"Da da da da!"

The slug scrambled and crawled, shrinking into a ball of flesh and burying itself under the chassis.

His lips trembled faster than a sewing machine, spouting a hodgepodge of Chinese and Western deities' titles.

"Damn it, may the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha, Jesus, God, and the Virgin Mary protect me!"

"I just paid the deposit and three months' rent last month, and that damned landlady didn't even install broadband! The internet is so slow I haven't even had a chance to look at the study materials I just downloaded! I can't die, I really can't die!"

Through the gap under the car, Slug looked desperately at Stephen Chow, who was blocking the road.

It’s over.

This butcher is going to die here today.

That's a heavy machine gun that can fire 800 rounds per minute!

Let alone a living person, even a solid block of iron would be riddled with holes by now.

But what about that gentleman?

Not only did he not dodge, but he even casually reached out and tugged at his crotch.

Comrade Zhou is currently fully absorbed in experiencing the charm of high technology.

This "Memory Nano Folding Suit" from Leonardo da Vinci is truly something special; the fabric is so smooth it feels like you're not wearing anything at all.

Especially the crotch design, which is well-ventilated and breathable, gives you an ultimate feeling of freedom and comfort, like running freely in an autumn field when a breeze blows.

This is the most expensive outfit he has ever worn in his life!

If he gets riddled with holes by those rude bastards, when he goes back to claim his injuries, that tightwad Fatty Wang will definitely use his deadly scissor kick to crush his head on the spot.

"Ding! Ding ding ding!"

With a flick of his wrist, the butcher knife in his hand deflected the incoming bullets one by one.

Through his sunglasses, he looked at the Raptor SUV speeding towards him.

He frantically pulled the trigger on the roof of the vehicle, and after emptying half of the ammunition belt, the machine gunner was stunned for two seconds. This was something a carbon-based biological being could do.

After realizing what had happened, he retreated back into the car and pulled out a large-caliber heavy sniper rifle.

"Go to hell, you yellow-skinned monkey! You think you're a superhero just because you have a broken butcher knife? Go to hell and chop your flesh into pieces!"

Old Zhou gripped the butcher knife in his other hand and smiled slightly. "Ignorance is truly terrifying. This is called the Tianshan Cold Iron Butcher Knife, do you even know that?"

Old Zhou, who was usually lazy and slovenly, now sat up straight.

A visible white aura enveloped the entire pig-slaughtering knife, spiraling upwards from the arm holding it.

A translucent blade of light, more than three meters long, extended out, and the white aura around the blade surged.

"Break it!"

With a roar, Stephen Chow swung his sword down at the oncoming car.

There are no explosion effects or light pollution; this is called controlling the sword with Qi.

A sharp white line shot straight down from the sky and crashed into the roaring Raptor SUV.

With a hiss, the gun barrel broke in two with a clean cut.

The gunman didn't even have time to utter a single word.

The entire vehicle was cut in two by inertia, splitting into two halves right in the middle.

That's right, it's two halves in the physical sense.

Two and a half wheels on the left, and two and a half wheels on the right.

Everything is evenly divided in two, including the off-road spare tire hanging at the rear of the vehicle, the thick chassis beam, and even the unopened can of iced cola on the center console.

The cross-section of the cola was as smooth as a mirror, and not even the bubbles had a chance to overflow.

The two halves of the car slid past Zhou Xingxing's body on either side before crashing into the guardrails on both sides of the road and coming to a complete stop.

Stephen Chow twirled the butcher knife in his hand and then put it away.

He looked disdainfully at the engine oil on the toes of his shoes, then casually pulled a napkin from his pocket, bent down, and wiped it clean. "People these days have such terrible manners. Littering is one thing, but who's responsible for damaging the flowers and plants on the roadside?"

Turn around.

In the bushes on both sides of the road, the jackal, the machine gunner, and the driver were sprawled out on their backs.

The car was cut open, but the three men didn't even break a skin.

Stephen Chow's knife skills, like those of a skilled butcher, are truly impressive.

The blade energy pierced into their bodies as it cut through the car, damaging all three of their motor nerve centers.

The powerful internal energy directly impacted their brains, disrupting their logical thinking abilities.

in short.

These three battle-hardened top mercenaries have now suffered a significant drop in IQ and lost their normal thinking abilities.

Apart from his heart still beating a couple of times, he's a complete vegetable.

Stephen Chow strolled over and squatted down in front of the jackal who was leading the group.

This guy's limbs are limp right now, and he's drooling uncontrollably.

His eyes were fixed on the white clouds in the sky: "Aba... Aba aba..."

"Since you have such poor environmental awareness, driving big-displacement cars and emitting exhaust fumes every day, then the three of you should stay here on this grassland and make some greening contributions to nature."

He patted the jackal's drooling face.

"Remember that, make sure you get plenty of sunshine every day to do photosynthesis, absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen, and try to grow a big watermelon here next spring. That way, you won't have lived in vain."

"Hmm... but I suspect that old bastard Stryker will take you away soon?"

Zhou Xingxing immediately noticed the mechanical watch on Jackal's wrist. It looked quite valuable, so he casually took it off and weighed it in his hand.

We didn't lose money; this thing can fetch a good price.

"Hey Ah Chong, stop chanting your scriptures! Buddha's already off work. Get out here and clean the floor!"

Crawling out from under the car, Slug trembled as he looked at the Ford Raptor split in two, then at the three drooling mercenaries rolling their eyes.

"Zhou, Brother Zhou... what... what did you do to them?"

"Don't be so surprised. I just gave them some traditional painless acupuncture and physiotherapy, helping them enter a carefree and leisurely old age ahead of time. No need to thank me, I'm just a kind-hearted person."

Stephen Chow opened the passenger door and got in. Even though his heart ached, he forced himself to put on an expression that treated money like dirt and tossed the mechanical watch to Snotty.

"Sell it at the market and use the money to get bulletproof glass replaced on your car. Next time you pick me up in this piece of junk that doesn't even have air conditioning, I'll cut you in half!"

Snotty Cicada caught the watch, tears welling up in his eyes: "Brother Zhou is so generous! Long live Brother Zhou! Where...where do we go now?"

"Let's drive around the area a couple more times to clear out the smell, lest Stryker's dogs follow us."

Stephen Chow leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. "Since that old man Stryker has come to us willingly, if we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think that Bureau 749 is a charity."

After driving away from the scene, black smoke billowed from the bread truck's exhaust pipe.

Only three burly men, drooling, were left by the roadside, basking in the sun and photosynthesizing.