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

"Good heavens!"

Zhou Xingxing stared wide-eyed at the thick legs and unusually broad shoulders in front of him, marveling at the superior muscle density and stable lower body. He thought that if he were to be packed up and thrown into the oil fields of Northwest China to carry drilling rigs, he could be as tall as two heavy cranes, saving on machine wear and tear costs and diesel fuel costs!

With two baskets of cabbages provided every day in the canteen, he'd probably be working with great enthusiasm; he's practically a once-in-a-century model worker.

I just don't know if Fatty Wang's side will approve these oversized work gloves and special safety helmets. If not, I can deduct ten yuan from my own salary to buy him a straw hat.

Upon seeing the blue behemoth charge out, Deadpool cursed as he shoved the two pistols back into place, fumbling and adjusting their positions through his bodysuit, afraid of accidentally firing them and damaging his weapon.

"Hey! Hank! Old buddy!" Deadpool raised his hand and greeted him in a very familiar manner: "Why aren't you sleeping in bed in the middle of the night, running around in this crappy place reminiscing?"

The beast, completely unmoved by his tactics, exhaled two puffs of white breath from its nostrils.

"Wade! What are you doing here! This is a sealed-off area! Who gave you permission to barge in?!"

Deadpool dramatically clutched his chest and let out a long sigh. "Dude! You think I wanted to come to a place without even internet, surrounded by rotten wood? I'm a man of taste, you know!"

Pointing to Stephen Chow across from him, his tone was full of grievances from being beaten down by life.

"It's all about capturing this loser from the East alive! A rich boss offered a hefty sum specifically for him to be captured alive. Honestly, this job has extremely low cost-effectiveness!"

"This guy, wearing a tattered suit, actually managed to physically slice a truck in half! The author didn't even tell me his power level was this ridiculously inconsistent!"

The beast took a big step forward: "Which big boss?"

With his hands outstretched, Deadpool adopted a nonchalant air: "Who else could it be but that perverted old man who likes to experiment on mutants, William Stryker?"

Stryker?!

Upon hearing those three words, the beast's eyes, which had been relatively restrained, turned bloodshot, and all the blue fur on its body stood on end.

"You scum! You're a mutant too! How could you work for money for that murderer who used our people for vicious experiments? How many of our brothers and sisters did he kill?!"

Deadpool wiped the drool off his face in disgust and stepped back, saying, "Don't talk to me about moral blackmail!"

He shook his head cheekily, "What's the bottom line for hiring mercenaries? There's no bottom line! As long as the money's right, I'd do anything for them, not just catch people, I'd even hand-wash their underwear and iron out the wrinkles!"

"I kill you!"

The beast roared and raised its enormous fist to smash it down.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Stephen Chow, who had just stuffed the throwing knife into his pocket, clapped his hands and strolled over. He cleared his throat and looked Deadpool up and down with the kind of look one might give a dummy.

"Hey you, you idiot in that red leather bodysuit, did you get your head stuck in a door?"

Pushing up his sunglasses, Zhou Xingxing's appearance was utterly incomprehensible to the beast, who thought to himself, "Who would be fighting in the ruins in the middle of the night wearing sunglasses to look cool?"

Deadpool was stunned.

"Who are you calling a loser? My IQ is a whopping 500..."

"Gundam? Where's the Gundam? If you could bring a Gundam over here, I'd carry a train and run away tonight!"

"Hey, I'm asking you, did Stryker sign a labor contract with you when he hired you to work?"

Deadpool shook his head and said matter-of-factly, "What kind of contract do you sign with mercenaries? Don't you understand black market transactions?"

"Did he pay your social insurance and housing fund contributions? Does he provide a high-temperature allowance? Do you get weekends off and paid annual leave?"

Stephen Chow is relentlessly pressing forward.

"this……"

Deadpool's eye sockets visibly shrank, his imposing aura diminished considerably, as he said, "That old man's incredibly stingy; he won't even reimburse me for a taxi fare!"

"That settles it!"

"That old man Stryker doesn't even pay your basic employee benefits, and you expect him to give you the final payment on time? Are you stupid? He's just using you as free expendable material!"

Think about it!

Stephen Chow leaned closer, lowered his voice, and acted like a caring older brother.

"He sent you to arrest me. I'm such a good fighter, what if I cripple you? Would that be considered a work-related injury? Would he reimburse your medical expenses?"

"Even if you're lucky enough to catch me, given his shady business practices, he'll probably just plant a bomb in the base and blow you up too, leaving no evidence against him. He's just using your labor for free, you bastard!"

"Fuck!"

Deadpool suddenly realizes.

"No wonder that old guy only paid 10% upfront. He even said the remaining 90% would be deducted using a supermarket gift card after the goods were inspected. What an old liar!"

The beast, now silent, was somewhat bewildered. How did this scene suddenly turn into a labor dispute mediation session?

Turning his head, he looked at Zhou Xingxing with a hint of wariness. This Asian man, who spoke with a lot of accounting logic, seemed to have a great deal of hostility towards Stryker.

"And who are you?"

His breath sprayed directly onto Stephen Chow's face, carrying the unpleasant smell of unbrushed teeth.

With a look of disdain, Stephen Chow leaned back, striking a pose of profound wisdom.

"Good question!"

Actually, I'm a human resources manager.

After a two-second silence in the corridor, the white eye sockets on Deadpool's mask shrank.

"Huh? Bro, I was mentally prepared, thinking you'd pull out one of those gold dog tags from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra!"

So, it turns out she's an HR person? The kind of evil HR person who sits in an air-conditioned office all day watching the security cameras and checking attendance, fines five yuan for every minute late, and would never sign or stamp a leave slip even if the person is dying!

"You ignorant vagrant!"

Stephen Chow pulled a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to the beast's hairy face.

"Look carefully."

"Zhou Xingxing, Field Supervisor of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of Bureau 749, China, concurrently serving as Chief Job Planner of the First Production Brigade. Business contact code: Ling Lingqi."

The beast stared at the small card held between its fingers.

This business card was hastily printed on the cheapest, thinnest copy paper, with crooked and uneven cut lines at the edges.

"You...are someone who recruits for the government?"

How could a dignified mutant Beast, a core member of the X-Men, receive a crudely made street recruitment notice from a government contracting boss?