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

"What recruitment? This is called international headhunting, you know that?!"

"Those companies like Stryker, which use you as experimental animals for dissection, are what you call a sweatshop—that's a black-hearted, exploitative operation. Here, we're the main force of a great rejuvenation!"

Upon hearing this, Deadpool immediately came over.

He tucked two samurai swords under his armpits, rubbed his hands together through his tight-fitting clothes, and leaned forward with a sly grin.

"Headhunter, um, do you guys recruit mercenaries? How much do you get paid per kill? Is there a commission? Do you reimburse for bullets?"

"Chop you up my ass!"

Zhou Xingxing slapped away the red hood that was leaning towards him and cursed.

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Murder is a crime, you know? We're recruiting construction talent, model workers. We offer full social insurance and housing fund benefits, weekends off, double pay at the end of the year, and even rice, flour, and cooking oil for holidays. If you perform well, you can get housing and a car, and we'll even help with your children's schooling!"

"You work yourself to the bone in America, and you don't even have basic medical insurance. Stryker still owes you the final payment. Even if you break both swords in your entire life, will you ever be able to buy a house with a private bathroom in New York?"

Stunned by these words, Deadpool stood there dumbfounded.

Looking down at his patched-up, tight-fitting clothes, stained with dried ketchup from who-knows-when, he recalled the landlady's grumbling expression when she was demanding rent, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

"No……"

Deadpool, his head drooping, muttered as he fiddled with the hilt of his knife.

"I don't even dare to go to a regular hospital for treatment. I can only find a blind old man at a shady clinic to stitch me up. Last time, that blind old man almost sewed the gauze into my stomach..."

"Wait a minute, I can heal myself, why would I go to the hospital?"

"Oh dear, what if? Aren't you afraid that one day your cells will stop growing?"

"Working with Stryker means you'll go hungry for three days straight, but once you sign a formal labor contract with our 749th Bureau, the government will cover all your medical expenses and hospitalizations, and the union will even bring you fruit baskets during holidays. That's what a normal life is all about!"

The beast, unable to bear it any longer, roared, "Enough! I've heard too many lies from humans!"

"You only see mutants as monsters, as weapons of war, and once you're done using them, you just throw us into concentration camps!"

"fart!"

Stephen Chow glared at him and retorted without hesitation.

"Weapons? What are weapons? A knife used to chop people is a weapon, but used to cut pork in the market is a production tool. You're being chased and used as expendable resources here every day because you haven't met the right people. Where we're from, there are no useless mutants, only builders who haven't been placed in the right positions!"

"Words are no proof."

He reached into his pocket and casually pulled out his phone, ready to gather evidence.

"Today I'll show you two country bumpkins what a socialist 'iron rice bowl' really is!"

He swiped his fingers across the screen a few times and tapped the green bubble icon, then went directly to the pinned "749 Bureau Overseas Talent Re-employment Assistance and Loving Hearts Group Chat" interface.

"Look closer!"

Stephen Chow held up his phone between the two of them and gestured.

With a face full of curiosity, Deadpool craned his neck, while Beast, though wary, couldn't help but glance down.

The screen is refreshing with messages.

"Today on the south slope, we caught another blind bear that was stealing corn. This thing is so fragile; I didn't even have to use my claws, and it peed its pants after an over-the-shoulder throw. Director Zhao said that protecting wild animals is a merit, and he'll award me the title of Advanced Individual in the Farm Area at the end of the year, along with two cans of soybean oil and a box of towels!"

A user named "Peach Mountain Forest Ranger" sent a message; his profile picture was of a rugged, bearded man wearing a dog-skin hat.

"Uncle Logan is amazing! The old experts in my space city are lining up outside the ice cream truck every day, urging me to work overtime. Their hands are almost cramping up."

A ragdoll cat avatar named "Little Rich Girl from the Cold Drink Truck" quickly followed up with a reply.

"I just caught two huge blackfish at the bottom of the underground river, they're super fat! Let's head to the food stalls tonight!"

The profile picture showed bubbles rising from the depths of the abyss.

Deadpool stared at the image of the Momoyama forest ranger for a full three seconds before his eyes widened.

A strange scream then erupted in the corridor.

"Wardfak!"

With his hands covering his head, Deadpool jumped around in terror.

"Is that scruffy-bearded guy in the tattered hat Logan, the hot-tempered Wolverine who stabs anyone he sees?"

He grabbed Stephen Chow's arm and shook it violently, shouting and yelling.

"He actually became a security guard! Director, this scene has to be cut, it's totally out of character!"

The beast's large blue face was also filled with terror: "Is that a rapid current? Is he still alive?"

While we were talking, a large red envelope popped up in the group chat.

The sender was named "Deadly Scissors Kick," and the red envelope's note said it was to celebrate a phased victory in the field work. Below that, a row of "Thank you, boss" messages popped up.

With quick reflexes, Stephen Chow tapped the screen with his thumb and opened the red envelope.

The screen indicated that I had successfully won 50 cents.

"Damn it, that stingy Fatty Wang only gave out two yuan in a red envelope!"

Zhou Xingxing grumbled as he put away his phone, then curled his lip.

Deadpool had completely gone mad, and with a thud, he grabbed Stephen Chow's leg, rubbing his face against the pant leg of his suit.

"Director Zhou, my dear brother, my godfather, take me with you! I'm so fed up with eating expired pizza every day and being harassed by the landlord for debt. Your cafeteria food looks pretty good, and you can even catch big black fish in the river!"

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, Deadpool said, "Look at my physique, what could I possibly do there? I don't ask for much, just an extra burrito with every meal. And the health insurance has to be the highest tier, since I'm always breaking arms and legs. Oh, and do you have paid annual leave?"

He shook his leg in disgust but couldn't shake it off, and Zhou Xingxing sighed.

"You'd be perfect for being Leonardo da Vinci's new weapons tester. You'll grow back even if you're blown to bits, saving the department a lot of money on lab animals."

Stephen Chow looked Deadpool up and down and stroked his chin.

"Or you could go to the neighborhood committee. With your talkativeness, you'd be a perfect match for mediating disputes among elderly women fighting over spots in the square. You wouldn't get annoyed even if they yelled at you, and you wouldn't bleed even if they hit you. You'd be a perfect fit for our grassroots mediation work!"

"Deal! I want to be the neighborhood committee director, I want to manage the old ladies!"

After fooling the red-skinned monster, Stephen Chow turned to look at the beast who was still questioning his existence.

He walked over and reached out to pinch the beast's arm, which was thicker than a thigh, his face full of admiration.

"Tsk tsk tsk, buddy, look at those muscles, look at that chassis stability, it's a waste of your talent that you're not building high-speed rail in the Northwest!"

Feeling uncomfortable from being pinched, the beast took a half step back.

"I...I'm a scientist, I have six PhDs, I'm not the kind of person who does manual labor!"

"Oh, a high level of education is great! People with multifaceted skills like us are in even higher demand!"

Zhou Xingxing smiled broadly, looking at him with persuasive eyes: "Carrying steel bars during the day, drawing blueprints at night, providing a one-stop service from labor to materials—what our bureau lacks most is someone like you, a versatile expert who can do both academic and practical work!"