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

"We have too many enemies in this country. So many that we're barely able to breathe."

The professor drew several circles on the ground with his cane.

"Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants, Hellfire Club, and Raiders—these three organizations are constantly causing trouble and ruining the reputation of mutants."

"Bolivar Trask, that madman, dreams of creating Sentinel robots to wipe us out; William Stryker? A hate fanatic, ruthless and utterly devoid of any moral compass."

"The most terrifying thing is those 'friends of humanity' who are everywhere. They incite hatred, engage in street violence, and use public opinion and discrimination to drive mutants to the brink of despair. They have no hands, yet they can use social consensus to drive our children to jump into rivers. I have long since lost all hope in this country, and now I can only watch them struggle in the mud."

A strange light flashed in Professor X's cloudy eyes as he looked at his friend.

"This world is rotten to the core. Only an outlier who plays by his own logic can tear a hole in this impenetrable web. Did you see any discrimination in his eyes when he assigned the long-necked guy the job of cleaning up hornet's nests?"

The beast carefully recalled Zhou Xingxing's expression just now and honestly shook his head: "No, not really. His eyes were full of greed for exploiting cheap labor, like he was looking at a free gas cylinder."

"That's right." The professor gave a helpless yet expectant smile.

"In his eyes, there is no difference between mutants and ordinary people, only between those who can work and those who can't! He spouts nonsense and acts without any rhyme or reason. I want to see if this Easterner who is always calculating economics can actually find a way to survive in this rotten world."

On the other side, outside the abandoned, rusty iron gate of Xavier's School, Stephen Chow was cursing under his breath.

"A red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles in the middle of the night costs at least two hundred dollars. That tightwad Wang will definitely not reimburse the full amount. Should I just find a freight train and sleep on the floor? No, no, the wind is too strong and I could get facial paralysis. That would be considered non-work-related disfigurement, and it would be too difficult to get it recognized as a work injury."

The branches overhead shook violently, and a gust of cold wind rushed straight to the back of my head.

Two adamantium alloy longswords crossed in a cross shape and slashed towards Stephen Chow's neck.

"Holy crap!" Zhou Xingxing instinctively slid forward, his body shifting forward half a meter in a bizarre manner.

The Tianshan Cold Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife was drawn.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Zhou Xingxing used the momentum to turn around and delivered a powerful slash that deflected both swords.

The assassin in the red and black bodysuit, who had posed in the tree and was ready to make a dashing parachute landing, never expected his prey to hide so cleverly.

He was in mid-air with his legs spread wide.

The crotch of the tight-fitting clothes got caught on a rough, protruding tree branch.

"Sizzle!"

The red and black figure lost its balance and crashed to the ground, doing a perfect split.

"Aww!"

Deadpool threw down his knife, clutching his crotch and rolling around on the ground frantically. "My little Deadpool! It's broken! You bastard author, you tricked me! There's something wrong with the tree's model, the positioning is wrong! Director, this doesn't count, I need to reload!"

Zhou Xingxing silently took two steps back, pulled out his phone, turned on the recording function, and pointed it at the red-skinned monster on the ground: "You trying to scam me, huh? I didn't even touch you. There are no security cameras around here, but I have a video. Don't expect to extort money from me for emotional distress and medical expenses!"

Deadpool sprang back to life with a somersault, picked up his twin swords, twirled them, and struck a stylish starting pose.

"Surprise! Wade Wilson, the Marvel Universe's number one scoundrel, has made his grand entrance!"

"You idiot! What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?! Don't you have any sense of decency?!"

Deadpool quickly shoved the twin swords back into his back, then scurried over and scratched the back of his head vigorously through the red hood.

"Hey boss, don't be angry! I'm just doing my pre-employment training! And I'm also giving our viewers a little treat by showing off my superb knife skills and sexy butt."

Deadpool wiggled his butt as he spoke.

"Besides, Stryker is such a cheapskate, dragging his feet on the final payment, but at least I got 10% of his deposit. As a mercenary with an stellar reputation in the industry, I have to pretend to put in some effort and wield a few swords, lest the author cut my screen time!"

Stephen Chow was so angry he laughed, while Fatty Wang always felt like he was sick.

After getting to know this red-skinned monster, he realized that he was at most a mild case of ADHD.

This bastard is a seriously mentally ill person who forgot his brainstem in the womb!

"Dad! Shall we go to Los Angeles now? Will you reimburse the travel expenses? I heard that the hot girls there run on the beach in bikinis even in the dead of winter! I want to apply for a job as a bikini sunscreen applicator!"

"I want to see Hollywood actresses' unspoken rules! Brother Zhou, my dear dad! Take me with you! I swear I won't peep at you while you shower! Otherwise, I'll climb into your bed every night and sing the Titanic theme song in your ear!"

Stephen Chow hates two types of people the most in his life.

The first type is the leader who refuses to sign off on expense reports.

The second type is the kind of mentally ill person who is like a plaster that sticks on and can't be peeled off.

"Okay, you want to go to Los Angeles, right?"

With a flick of his wrist, Stephen Chow wielded the butcher's knife, creating a visible white mist on the blade.

"I'll give you a free ride today, a physical salvation, straight to the Western Paradise, without even waiting at a traffic light!"

Deadpool was so frightened that he waved his hands and jumped back. Stephen Chow pushed off with his feet and flew over.

"The Blind Massager's Hands: Skilled at Butchering an Ox!"

There is no slashing with the blade, only the back of the blade striking the stress points of the human joints and tendons.

Deadpool saw stars.

It feels like there's a group of winged Deadpools wearing pink diapers blowing trumpets in front of me.

He felt no pain in any of his joints; instead, he experienced a strange, tingling sensation that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Ouch...wait a minute...Brother Zhou, your technique, wow, it feels pretty good? Give me a couple more strokes on my left shoulder, yes, right there, ouch, my old, cold shoulder..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool went limp with a "thud," and the twin swords in his hands fell to the ground.

He was completely limp and collapsed like a puddle of red mud.

The self-healing factor was working wildly in his body, but Zhou Xingxing's internal energy blocked the transmission of neurons, and for a short time he couldn't even lift a finger.

Stephen Chow sheathed his sword, pulled out a crumpled A4 contract from his suit pocket, and knelt down in front of Deadpool.

"Feels good, right? Top-notch chiropractic massage, two hundred US dollars a time, but I'll give you a special price since we're acquaintances."

As Old Zhou spoke, he didn't hold back in touching Deadpool's clothes, thoroughly groping his red and black bodysuit.

Finally, hidden in the crevice of his waistband, concealed by the tight-fitting suit, he pulled out a wad of warm US dollars.

Deadpool lay sprawled on the ground, only his mouth still able to babble.

"Robbers! Bandits! That's my secret stash of money for buying limited-edition unicorn plushies! You can't take my wife's dowry!"

Stephen Chow slapped the US dollars in his hand, then smugly stuffed them into his pocket, casually patting Deadpool's tearful mask.

"Take good care of the house, bye-bye!"