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

Stephen Chow put the note in his pocket and gestured with his chin toward Professor X.

"Alright, bring out these three brilliant and promising talents. Whether they're fat or thin, missing limbs or deformed, Director Zhou will accept them all today, even if it means holding his nose."

Professor X's wrinkles deepened. "They're not here."

"Not here?" He peeked around and looked around.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night? Did you go to an internet cafe for the whole night? Or are you playing King of Glory in some corner upstairs and didn't hear me? Hurry up and call me over, I need to catch the early flight back to clock in!"

The beast chimed in with a gruff voice, "They're... in Los Angeles now."

"Los Angeles? Why is it Los Angeles again?!" Stephen Chow almost jumped up on the spot. "Are you trying to pull a fast one out of Journey to the West for me? There's half of America in between! Do you think this is like going to your uncle's house for a free meal, where you can just grab a shared bike and get there?!"

"Who's paying for the plane ticket? Who's covering the accommodation? If Fatty Wang sees that the destination on my business trip itinerary has changed, he'll definitely use his deadly scissor kick to crush my head! No way, I can't do this job anymore, it's a losing proposition!"

"Los Angeles is great!"

Deadpool, with his big red butt sticking out, slid over to his knees in a cheeky manner and grabbed Stephen Chow's leg.

"Hollywood! Sunny beaches! Hot, big-breasted girls in bikinis! Brother Zhou! Daddy! Count me in! Count your most beloved godson in!"

"I know those gangsters inside and out, I can even be your free tour guide! Just provide me with eight hot meals a day, and I'll do anything for you!"

Get out of here!

Stephen Chow slapped Deadpool's bright red head open.

"You freeloader. Bikini? I can't even afford a bikini top with my current savings!"

Seeing that Stephen Chow was really about to give up, Charles quickly leaned forward. "Don't rush. If you go to Los Angeles, you might run into someone else. Ororo... she's there too."

"Aurora? Who's that?" Stephen Chow picked at his ear, feeling the name sound familiar: "Sounds like someone who sells Oreos."

"Her nickname was Storm," Beast added from the side, his eyes filled with nostalgia and worry.

"Storm?"

Stephen Chow, his little finger hovering in mid-air as he picked his ear, stared wide-eyed: "The one with the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning?"

Professor X nodded. "Yes, she can control the weather and is one of the most powerful mutants in the X-Men. She's been searching for homeless mutants near Los Angeles lately. If you can persuade her…"

"hiss!"

Stephen Chow abruptly cut off the professor's profound monologue, and also made an indelible contribution to global greenhouse gas heating.

"Storm is practically a living Dragon King!"

Deadpool, seeing the atmosphere was right, immediately jumped up from the ground: "You bet! She's super fierce! When she gets angry, her eyes roll back like she's having an epileptic seizure! She could easily turn an entire block into dust with a flick of her wrist!"

"Chop my ass! All you do is chop, chop, chop!" Stephen Chow got up and paced back and forth in the living room.

"Are you Americans out of your minds?! Such top-notch weather intervention talent, and you send her to fight? To demolish neighborhoods? What a waste! It's a complete reversal of nature's will!"

He became more and more excited as he thought about it. "Don't you understand artificial rainmaking?! Don't you understand drought relief?! The desert afforestation project in the Northwest is so short of water that the old tree bark is almost falling off! Martha is there every day, bending over to drain the water, and she's so exhausted that she has back muscle strain. Even cupping doesn't help! If we could get Storm over there..."

Comrade Zhou gestured with his hands in the air: "Just hang her up like this over the drought-stricken area! 'Crack!' A thunderclap! And then it'll pour down rain for three days and three nights! That would save our country so much money on rain-inducing rockets! Huh?!"

Zhou Xingxing's eyes lit up as he did the math. "If those old men at the meteorological bureau saw her, wouldn't they be so excited they'd kneel down and call her their ancestor? She's absolutely the Ministry of Agriculture's most precious treasure! They'd worship her like a goddess, granting her every wish, whether it's wind or rain! Isn't that a million times more effective than praying to gods and Buddhas in temples?!"

The beast was dumbfounded.

The blue-haired behemoth, a former high-ranking government official, looked at this madman who had turned the core nuclear-weapon-level combat power of the X-Men into a tool for agricultural development in the countryside.

After racking my brains for a long time, I couldn't find a single sentence that conformed to the logic of quantum mechanics to refute it.

"Um..."

One second Stephen Chow was jumping up and down, the next second he sat back down next to Charles.

His mercenary face was plastered with a radiant, spring-like smile; his ability to change expressions so quickly that even a Sichuan opera master would have to become his disciple overnight.

The stingy man who was just now rolling around on the ground trying to save a few dozen yuan for bus fare has transformed into a philanthropist with a heart for the world who regards money as dirt.

"Oh dear, old man, what a mess you've made of this! Why didn't you say so sooner? Los Angeles, right? No problem! Leave it to me, Zhou!"

"Even if she's hiding under that bald Hollywood director's bed right now, I'll dig her out myself!"

The professor's old bones cracked from being shaken so much that he forced a wry smile: "Stephen, Ororo is a bit stubborn; she won't trust you so easily..."

"Stubborn? Stubborn is good! What truly capable core employee isn't stubborn? I like this kind of challenging KPI!"

Stephen Chow loosened his grip, straightened his suit and tie, and looked like he was about to discuss a multi-million dollar project.

Deadpool frantically raised his hand, jumping up and down, shouting, "Should I go? Should I go? I can help you carry your luggage!"

"You stay here and plant trees!"

Stephen Chow kicked Deadpool away, turned around and walked up the stairs to the basement without even looking back.

"Los Angeles! We have to go to Los Angeles! This is a real gem; anyone who tries to take it from me, I'll chop them to pieces with a butcher's knife!"

The professor sat on the sofa, watching the figure disappear into the stairwell in a flurry of activity, and remained silent for a long time.

The beast scratched the blue fur on his head. After holding it in for a long time, he finally uttered the soul-searching question from the bottom of his heart.

"Professor, are you really comfortable handing Ororo and those three kids over to this human trafficker? He seems eccentric, even neurotic, only concerned with KPIs and reimbursement quotas, and he talks nonsense all the time. He looks more like a villain than Stryker and his gang."

"Hank, why do you think I willingly took that serum injection and became a cripple who needs crutches even to go to the toilet?"

The professor slowed his speech, revealing deep fatigue.

"As long as I have the thoughts of all mankind in my mind, as long as I am Professor X who can infiltrate everyone's brain at any time, the politicians and military of this country will not be able to sleep at night, and they will launch a frenzied purge."