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

"You want me, a top scientist with six doctoral degrees, to carry steel bars on a construction site? Do you expect me to do this, and then have to go back to the prefab house to draw blueprints late at night?"

The beast's furry face was full of resistance, and the big guy took half a step back.

"Do you understand quantum mechanics? Have you heard of gene mutation and telomerase recombination? You want me to do manual labor?"

"Hey, what's wrong with carrying bricks?"

"Workers are the most honorable, and besides, our construction work is high-tech, so there's a night snack allowance, and plenty of meat buns!"

"If you think that's not enough, I'll personally pay for the extra fried egg!"

Deadpool stood to the side with his hands raised high and his feet stomping on the ground alternately.

"I'm signing up! I'm willing to do manual labor. As long as you pay those social insurance and housing fund contributions, I'll even dismantle the Empire State Building and move it over there for you!"

The beast, its blue fur trembling, turned and roared at Deadpool.

"Shut up, you brainless, single-celled organism!"

Just as the beast was about to go berserk, Deadpool put his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to chop each other up. Just as Stephen Chow was planning to write a report to Director Wang to apply for compensation for the mental distress caused by wild animals, a rhythmic noise came from the depths of the corridor.

"Tap...tap..."

With his arms crossed over his chest, Deadpool squeezed the eye sockets on his mask into a thin slit.

"Is the landlady here to collect debts?"

As he slipped the butcher knife into his palm, Stephen Chow pricked up his ears. Such noises coming from the ruins in the middle of the night meant either a ghost or a competitor trying to steal his business.

The tapping sound grew closer with the footsteps, and an old man with a buzz cut slowly emerged from the shadows, leaning on a cane. His legs were not very nimble, and he walked with a staggering gait.

"uncle?"

Stephen Chow hid the butcher knife behind his back, his mouth agape.

"What are you doing wandering around these ruins in the middle of the night instead of sleeping in bed? There are no streetlights here, so we won't be paying for this. And if you break a bone, just so you know, I didn't even touch you!"

Ignoring this attempt to shift blame, the old man looked up at the messy corridor, his gaze falling helplessly on Beast and Deadpool.

"Hank, Wade, can you guys be a little quieter? I can hear you talking about manual labor and social security benefits from far away."

Upon seeing who it was, Deadpool let out a strange cry and leaped upwards.

"Charles, you're still alive? Wait, where's your wheelchair?"

"Did someone steal it and sell it for scrap metal? I knew that damn author was a jerk. Should I go and steal a shared bike for you to tide you over?"

With his eyes wide open, Stephen Chow pulled his sunglasses down halfway, his gaze sweeping from the old man's stubble hair to his two trembling legs.

"Holy crap!"

Pointing at the old man, Stephen Chow turned to look at Beast and Deadpool.

"Is that Charles, the bald, disabled man who sits in a high-tech smart wheelchair all day, has a shiny bald head, and is known as having the most powerful brain on Earth?"

With his face cupped in his hands, Deadpool nodded repeatedly.

"You noticed too, right? It's ruined his image, especially the younger version. He even gave up the wheelchair. It's definitely the biggest hoax in the Marvel Cinematic Universe!"

Clutching his chest, Stephen Chow looked heartbroken.

"I knew it! I searched the yard for ages and couldn't find the wheelchair. Turns out you secretly sold it for scrap metal and bought hair growth tonic, didn't you!"

Charles's fingers tightened around the cane, and his eyelids twitched.

Normally, whenever his thoughts stirred, he could enter other people's minds and even see clearly how many times they wet the bed when they were three years old. Since Hank was injected with that special serum, his damaged spine regained sensation, and he was able to stand up and walk. However, the price was that his telepathic abilities were completely lost. Now, apart from thinking a little faster than others, he is just an ordinary middle-aged disabled person.

"Sir."

Clearing his throat, Professor X began, "Breaking into my school in the middle of the night, you can't be here just to collect scrap, can you?"

Zhou Xingxing clicked his tongue: "That's hard to say. I'm the chief job planner of Bureau 749 of China. To put it simply, I'm the one who's here to find jobs for you unemployed people."

After strolling over, Stephen Chow circled around Charles.

"Hey sir, what happened to your leg? It was cured by a traditional Chinese medicine doctor's patch on a utility pole. Do you have receipts for the money you wasted at those rip-off hospitals? Can you get reimbursed for that?"

Professor X frowned and ignored the nonsense.

"Find mutants, give them jobs. Don't you know how the outside world treats us?"

"How to treat them? Capture them for experiments, lock them in cages as monsters, or just shoot them dead. I'm very familiar with the traditional American methods."

A beast growled in a rough voice from the side, its eyes wide open.

"Since you know that, why are you still trying to take advantage of us? What's the difference between you and Stryker!"

"The difference is huge. They don't even give you a decent meal. That old bastard Stryker is really stingy. We provide food!"

Looking at the professor, Stephen Chow sighed deeply.

"Hey old buddy, look at your face. You have a full forehead and a square jaw. Even though you've fallen to the point of needing a cane, you still have the air of a leader in your bones."

"Okay, I'll assign you a job."

"Your legs aren't very nimble, so you definitely can't go work on a construction site carrying bricks. But with your eloquence, you'd be perfect as a counselor at the neighborhood committee!"

He protested loudly from the side, waving his hands wildly in the air.

"Why should I? I just signed up to be the neighborhood committee director, and this old man is trying to steal my job! I'm going to sue you for workplace bullying!"

"Shut up! With a mouth like yours, if you tried to mediate a dispute, your instinctive reaction would be to chop your head off with a broom in three seconds!"

After glaring at Deadpool, Stephen Chow turned around and put on a smiling face.

"Think about it, you just sit in the office every day, drinking tea and reading the newspaper. If a couple is arguing, you step in and say a few words of advice. If you encounter the unreasonable ones, didn't you used to do brainwashing? You'll subconsciously implant the idea of ​​a loving family into their minds, and your performance will be off the charts in no time!"

With a sigh, Professor X's face showed even more fatigue.

"you……"

"Stephen Chow is me, just call me Lao Zhou."

"Mr. Zhou, you've misunderstood. I'm just an ordinary old man who has lost my abilities. I can't help you, and I can't help anyone else."

With his hand covering his mouth, Deadpool leaned in and shouted loudly.

"It's true. In order to be able to stand up and walk, he had Hank injected with a drug that sealed his superpowers. Now he's just a complete old codger."