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

Did they trade superpowers for two legs so they could walk?

Stephen Chow's vision went black. Who was actually set up the accounts for this deal?

You have to throw in some scallions to buy two pounds of pork bones at the market. You must be out of your mind to lose this much money!

"Sir, I'm impressed by your move. What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish? It's just a superpower loss syndrome, right? As long as you sign the contract and come with me, we in China will cure you!"

"Let's start with cupping and acupuncture. If that doesn't work, I'll prescribe two doses of a 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup,' guaranteed to restore your superpowers and cure your enlarged prostate!"

Before Charles could even reply, the blue-haired behemoth beside him exploded.

The beast exhaled hot air from its nostrils, nearly blowing Stephen Chow's hat off.

"Absurd! Utter nonsense!" Hank roared in a rough voice.

"I'm a top scientist with six PhDs! I've tried thousands of genome recombination experiments. If I can't do it, how can you?"

Stephen Chow fanned the wind in front of his nose with disdain.

"Hey, hey, just talk, don't spit! So what if you have six PhDs? Can six PhDs make you cook a plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce?"

Comrade Zhou looked disdainful.

"We have an old saying: 'Three cobblers with their wits combined equal Zhuge Liang.' If you're stuck in a basement doing research all by yourself, of course you'll go bald. We have Leonardo da Vinci in our department, a specialist in counterintuitive medicine. When he gets into counterintuitive medicine, even the King of Hell has to give way."

He pointed at Hank's blue fur, "Don't even mention curing the disappearance of superpowers. Even if you wanted to permanently neuter your fur, it would only take a few razors from Master Li at the village entrance!"

Hank was so stumped by the retort that he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Don't let his burly appearance and blue-faced appearance fool you; Henry Philip McCoy is a civilized man!

If this were outside, he would have slapped the salesman so hard he'd be stuck in the wall and never be able to pry him out.

But it would be beneath his dignity to make a move in front of the professor, so Hank swallowed his anger and stood aside, arms crossed, panting and sulking.

Professor X sighed: "Mr. Zhou, I appreciate your kindness. But my old bones can't take any more strain."

"What's all the fuss about, Jimmy? Oh, you know, Logan, Wolverine! That hot-tempered guy's doing just fine here now. What do you former colleagues have to worry about?"

These words were spoken.

The professor's deep eyes narrowed slightly, filled with astonishment.

"What did you say? Logan? He went to China? That's impossible. He's a lone wolf; nobody can control him!"

"Ha! When you come to our place, dragons have to coil up, tigers have to lie down, and wolves have to obediently put on their yellow vests and patrol the mountains."

To prove he wasn't involved in telecom fraud, Comrade Zhou took out his phone and opened the green bubble app.

I directly initiated a group video call in the 【749 Bureau Overseas Talent Re-employment Assistance and Love Group】.

"Come on, you don't believe me? Today I'll open your eyes, you frogs in a well!"

The notification sound lasted only a few seconds.

A large box pops up on the phone screen.

The image shows a large, unshaven face with something crunching in its mouth.

"Are you crazy? What kind of trouble are you causing? I just started stewing a goose, ready to have a couple of drinks with Old Zhao!"

Professor X almost dropped his cane as he stared at the man on the screen who was wearing a dog-skin hat and was even a bit overweight.

Is this the Wolverine who always seems bitter and resentful, and who's quick to brandish his claws and stab people?

Why is he chewing raw garlic?

What's with that serene and kind expression on his face?!

Has someone cast some kind of vicious curse on this person?

"Jimmy, you have a few old acquaintances here. I bet you're living the high life here."

Stephen Chow shoved his phone screen right in front of the professor and the beast.

The Wolverine in the picture stopped chewing garlic.

"Logan...is it really you?"

This touching reunion lasted less than three seconds.

"Beep beep beep!"

Several small windows popped up in the group video.

"What's going on? Is Director Zhou handing out red envelopes again? I have to grab a big one this time!"

Qianyuan appeared in the lower left corner of the screen with a head full of seaweed.

A soft-serve ice cream cone appeared in the bottom right corner, rubbing its eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Polaris, Toadman, and several others joined in.

"Holy crap!" Qian Yuan was the first to clearly see the background and people on Zhou Xingxing's side.

"Brother Zhou! That guy across from you, wait, that buzz-cut old man... isn't that Professor X?! And that blue-haired guy next to him, is that Beast?!"

"Brother Zhou is awesome!"

The toad-man yelled, "You even found Professor X? Is our department going to put on a mutant Spring Festival Gala?!"

Professor X looked at the group of compatriots on the screen who had once been displaced and lived in fear and flight every day, and now their faces were rosy and their eyes were full of vitality.

This former genius fell into a long silence.

The beast watching from the side was so shocked its jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The raging torrent who followed Magneto in committing countless evil deeds is actually wearing a Chinese fire brigade uniform.

That toad-man actually became a technical advisor?!

Just as the atmosphere of this cross-border live stream was gradually heating up, and we were about to reach the happy ending of the "We Are a Loving Family" duet, the moment of truth was approaching.

A red and black head squeezed into the frame.

Deadpool made a peace sign with both hands, pressed his face against the screen, and shouted wildly into the microphone.

"Family! It's me! Your beloved Deadpool! The sexiest mercenary in the Marvel Universe! Are there any long-time fans of mine in the live stream? Type '1' to show me your enthusiasm! Send a rocket and I'll do the split for you!"

The group chat fell silent.

For a full ten seconds, no one spoke.

"Who is this red-skinned lunatic?" Qian Yuan broke the silence.

"Don't recognize her. She looks like a WeChat seller who sells bodysuits?" Polaris curled her lip.

Wolverine recognized the bastard through the red hood, but he was now a proper forest ranger and had no intention of dealing with this jerk.

He scoffed, "Director Zhou, how many times have I told you? Stop bringing these shady characters into our unit's group chat. They're an eyesore and ruin the atmosphere! I'm hanging up now, my goose's cooked, Old Zhao's calling me to get the plates. Gotta go!"

Everyone in the group video chat disappeared, leaving only Stephen Chow and Deadpool's reflection on the screen.

Deadpool maintains the scissor-hand pose.

As the night wind blew by, he vaguely heard the cawing of crows flying by.

Stephen Chow patted Deadpool on the shoulder sympathetically.

"You're not very popular, are you? I think you should go work as a night watchman at the morgue; the customers there are more tolerant of your noise."

Deadpool covered his face with his hands and let out a heartbroken wail: "Director! This scene has to be cut! My fanbase isn't that weak!"

Stephen Chow ignored the guy and turned to look at Professor X and the Beast, who were still questioning their existence.

"You two have seen the video and met each other in person."

He took two contracts out of his briefcase and handed them to the two men.

"Signature or fingerprint?"