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

Inside a motorhome on the ground in New York.

Stryker ripped off his white coat and slammed it onto the chair.

He was holding a tablet in his hand, the screen of which displayed the surveillance footage from the underground laboratory.

The man in the white suit in the video is still pointing at the camera and cursing.

Stryker's back teeth chattered with rage. Where did this bastard come from?

Fortunately, I am prudent in my work and don't put all my eggs in one basket.

He only imprisons a maximum of two high-value experimental subjects in each underground research institute.

Even if we are wiped out in one fell swoop, the losses will be within a controllable range.

Stryker let out a cold laugh.

He swiped his finger across the tablet screen, bringing up a red icon.

Password input, fingerprint verification.

"Go to hell and fix those outhouses, you yellow-skinned monkey!"

Stryker pressed the confirm button heavily.

Underground laboratory.

The alarm suddenly changed tone, from a buzzing sound to a howling sound.

The police lights on the ceiling of the corridor were flashing wildly.

"The base's self-destruct procedure has been initiated."

"Countdown: Three minutes."

"All isolation doors in each area are locked."

Several loud booms were heard.

The door at the end of the passage slammed shut with a thud.

"Fuck!"

He cursed loudly as the rapids roared.

He put Anton on the ground and clasped his hands together.

A blade of wind gathered and slashed towards the gate.

The wind blades dissipated, leaving only a white mark on the gate.

Stephen Chow strolled over and reached out to touch the white mark.

"Ah Ji, the wind isn't strong enough!"

"In the summer, you're okay as a fan to blow some air, but not for this kind of hard work."

"Your power is severely insufficient."

The swift current made him jump up and down, yelling, "What kind of time is this to worry about the fan! This place is going to explode in two and a half minutes!"

"What's the rush? If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"If the tall ones can't handle it, there are fat ones."

Stephen Chow took out a cigarette case.

I cracked one open, put it in my mouth, and was about to show off when someone else beat me to it.

"Get out of the way."

Lorna walked to the gate, spread her fingers, and green light emanated from her palms.

"rise!"

Lorna shouted.

The door creaked, and the walls trembled.

The door panel is deformed in the middle.

The man watching the rapids watched with shining eyes, "There's hope! Keep it up!"

Lorna bit her lip tightly, her forehead covered in sweat.

As she continued to exert force, her fingers began to tremble.

The green light in my palm flickered on and off.

The deformation of the gate has stopped.

She was locked in a cell for a whole year, and her blood was drawn every day.

They were only given nutritional fluids, and their bodies were severely depleted.

It's fine for manipulating objects normally, but it's not enough to actually break through this kind of door.

My stamina is starting to give out.

"no……"

Lorna let out a muffled groan.

His legs went weak, and he fell backward.

An arm supported her lower back.

Stephen Chow pulled her into his arms, saying, "Oh dear, Xiao Luo, your physical condition isn't good."

Stephen Chow put one arm around her slender waist and casually patted her leg twice with the other hand.

It is very elastic.

"When we get back, we'll have to arrange for an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe some 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup' for you."

"You have a severe deficiency of both qi and blood."

Lorna struggled to stand up, but she had no strength at all.

She could only lean against Stephen Chow's chest, panting heavily.

"Shut up...come and try if you dare!"

"I'll do it."

Stephen Chow let go.

Lorna lost her support and sat down hard on the ground.

She glared at him resentfully.

How can this man have no compassion for women at all!

Letting go so easily!

The countdown has one minute and twenty seconds left.

Stephen Chow reached behind his waist with his right hand, and a butcher's knife appeared.

The rapids were a bit tense.

"Stephen, you must be joking!"

"This is a titanium alloy door! You're carrying a meat cleaver..."

"Watch closely!"

Stephen Chow held the butcher knife in his hand horizontally in front of his chest and said, "As the ancients said, 'With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle.'"

"I sold pork for several years, chopping hundreds of large bones every day."

"I have long since grasped the true meaning of everything being able to be cut down."

With a flick of his wrist, the butcher knife traced a semicircle in the air.

The energy flowed down his arm and into the blade.

"Open it!"

Stephen Chow shouted loudly and delivered a powerful downward strike, splitting Mount Hua.

The blade of the butcher's knife sliced ​​from the top of the gate all the way to the bottom.

Stephen Chow sheathed his sword and turned around.

"Done."

Jiliu glanced at the gate.

The door was still standing there, perfectly fine.

"What did you manage to fix? The door isn't even cracked shut..."

Before he could finish speaking...

clack clack...

A thin line appeared from the center of the door, and then the door neatly split in two and crashed to the ground.

Stephen Chow squatted down in front of the fallen door panel and tapped on the titanium alloy section.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the materials used here are really solid."

"If you sell it to a scrap metal yard, it'd be worth at least several tens of yuan per pound, right?"

The raging torrent carried Anton on its back, surging wildly outwards.

"Stop calculating! It's going to explode in forty seconds!"

"What's the rush! I'm taking this door with me!"

Stephen Chow grabbed the edge of the door panel, actually trying to drag the metal lump out.

Lorna couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Stephen Chow's sleeve.

"Are you crazy! Is your life more important than scrap metal?!"

Zhou Xingxing was dragged and pulled away by Lorna as they ran outside.

He was still muttering to himself.

"You spendthrift woman! What do you know?!"

"The country is currently in a crucial period of large-scale infrastructure development, and these are all valuable strategic resources!"

In the end, Stephen Chow gave up on his plan to carry the door panel.

The three of them ran frantically, and in their panic, they found an emergency exit.

Stryker was very thoughtful and even added a note next to it.

"The exit is up there! It's that manhole cover!"

The rapids pointed overhead and shouted.

Stephen Chow put his arm around Lorna's slender waist.

He grabbed the back of the collar of the raging torrent with his left hand and exerted force with both legs.

"Get out of here!"

The four people shot into the sky.

It crashed through the manhole cover and flew out of the ground.

The street beneath their feet shook violently the moment they landed.

With a loud bang.

The explosion came from underground, and the road surface undulated.

A column of fire, tens of meters high, shot out from the sewer opening.

Stryker's underground laboratory was reduced to a pile of ruins.

The three of them ran for several dozen meters before stopping.

Lorna's chest heaved violently; the hospital gown offered virtually no cover.

Stephen Chow looked away.

Ok……

I only stared at it for five seconds.

"Xiao Luo, you were running so fast just now, did you twist your ankle?"

"Thanks to you."

The rapids laid Anton on the ground, and he looked at the thick smoke in the distance: "Stephen, where are we going?"

Stephen Chow took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the flight information.

"How about we just go back?"

He turned to Lorna, "Lorna, you haven't agreed to sign a contract with me yet!"

"I never force anyone. If you want to stay in the US and continue being hunted down, I'll call you a taxi right now."

Lorna looked at the man in front of her whose brain circuits were abnormal.

She gritted her teeth. "I'll go with you."

"But if you miss even one of those benefits you mentioned, I'll pluck all your hair out."

Stephen Chow was amused.

"Don't worry! We're the most trustworthy! But you'll have to follow instructions when you get there."

"We have a cross-river bridge project in the southwest, and we are in dire need of a technical advisor who can weld steel bars in mid-air."

"Your conditions are practically tailor-made for me!"

Lorna was stunned.

"You want me to... weld steel bars?"

"What? You look down on welders?"

"That's the treatment of an eighth-level skilled worker!"

Stephen Chow has clearly laid out the future of master craftsmen for the nation.

He was secretly making plans with great delight.

An electric fan, a crane.

This trip to America was definitely worthwhile!

Once we take these two back, Old Wang will probably spit out his water.