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

Stephen Chow moves with incredible speed and agility.

They found a slug peering around in a clump of bushes by the roadside.

"Let's go, let's get out of here!"

He grabbed the guy and hurriedly ran towards the main road.

"Any later, that lunatic in the red suit inside will probably come chasing after us!"

The two ran all the way to a nearby town.

There was a slightly worn pickup truck parked on the side of the road, with the key in the ignition.

Stephen Chow patted the car door with a look of satisfaction: "Look how high the quality of the American people is! To support our Bureau 749's international business, they've even prepared transportation. This lucky person, I wish you a prosperous New Year!"

As they passed the gas station at the entrance of the town, Stephen Chow waved his hand.

"Fill it up!"

The slug's eyes widened: "Director Zhou, did you find money lying around here?"

Stephen Chow pulled out a crumpled wad of US dollars and a few Pizza Hut coupons from his pocket and waved them triumphantly.

"You could say we're robbing the rich to help the poor!"

With the tank full of gas, the pickup truck drove onto the interstate highway.

Sitting cross-legged in the passenger seat, Stephen Chow pulled out the tattered piece of paper that Professor X had given him and waved it in front of Snotty.

"Little Fatty, look at these three names: Long Neck, Gegebu, and Bailey. These three are like hidden dragons and phoenixes. Do you have any information on them?"

Slug glanced at it a few times and then shook its head.

"My area of ​​operation is limited to Queens and Brooklyn in New York. Going to Los Angeles to find someone is completely beyond my capabilities. The gang fights in those areas are incredibly brutal. If I went there, I'd be destined to be a deliveryman!"

"Sigh, it seems that Mr. Zhou will have to go to Los Angeles to develop the market himself."

With just three kilometers to go before reaching the New York State border, the pickup truck sped through the night.

Just as Snotty was calculating how much tip he could get for this job, a dark red light flashed in the carriage.

"Bang!"

A figure, entirely red with a tail, appeared out of nowhere in the back seat of the car, accompanied by a strong smell of sulfur.

The slug trembled all over and slammed on the brakes in fright.

Another flash of red light, followed by another muffled "bang".

When the slug came to its senses, the passenger seat was empty.

"Director Zhou?"

Nobody paid him any attention; only the radio was playing late-night jazz.

The slug blinked its little eyes, reached out and shifted into reverse: "Boss's away on a business trip, employees are off work, let's go!"

The pickup truck made a smooth U-turn and sped off into the city, its taillights radiating the joy of a working person leaving get off work on time.

at the same time.

Zhou Xingxing only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, and then his feet were on the hard ground.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings, then covered his mouth and gagged twice.

This is an empty and dilapidated factory building.

Standing in front of him was a creature entirely red, with a sharp tail swishing back and forth behind its rear end.

Huh?

Isn't that Eden Hazard?

"Hey, this red-skinned guy looks familiar. Are you related to that chattering red-skinned monster from the ruins?"

Red Devil snorted and stepped aside.

Following his movement, Stephen Chow turned around and looked behind him, where a middle-aged man wearing a burgundy cloak was standing.

He wore a strangely shaped metal helmet on his head and had a cold look in his eyes.

Hey!

Magneto, Eric Lansheer!

"What were you doing at Charles's college? What did you say to Charles?" He looked at Zhou Xingxing with the oppressive aura of someone who had long held a high position, his voice low and hoarse.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have wet their pants in fear after hearing that tone and manner.

But Stephen Chow wasn't afraid at all.

His gaze lingered on the metal helmet for a full five seconds as he looked Magneto up and down.

"I'm asking you, wearing a welding helmet in the middle of the night, are you preparing to take on side jobs welding steel bars? Or is your hairline receding and you're using this thing to block the wind and keep warm?"

Magneto's face turned ashen, and his eye twitched.

This helmet, which supposedly blocks telepathy, has somehow become known as a welding helmet and a hair loss prevention miracle in the mouth of this Asian man.

He is the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants!

"I'm asking you a question."

Magneto slowly raised his right hand, his voice chilling.

The discarded steel bars and rusted gears around him emitted a grating grinding sound as they slowly floated in mid-air, completely surrounding Stephen Chow.

The sharp metal fracture points directly at Stephen Chow.

Faced with this arrogant display, Stephen Chow reached out and touched a steel bar that was floating nearby.

"The carbon content is too high; the quality is questionable."

"Whoosh!"

Three steel bars grazed Zhou Xingxing's scalp and ears before embedding themselves in the cement wall behind him.

"Do you think I would dare to arrest you if I didn't know your background? You're an agent of the 749th Bureau of China. Your knife that can cut through bulletproof armor is indeed interesting, but within my magnetic field, you won't even have the chance to draw your knife."

"Answer my question, or the next steel bar will pierce your head."

Stephen Chow pursed his lips, looking helpless.

"Sir, your information is seriously outdated. My butcher knife is made of Tianshan cold iron, completely natural and pollution-free. It can't even be attracted by a magnet. If you're interested, we can sign a waiver, and I'll take it out and cut some fruit for you to see?"

Magneto suppressed his anger, his gaze sharpening: "Last chance. How is Charles doing? What deal did you make?"

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow burst into laughter, pointing at Magneto and laughing heartily.

"So, after all that trouble you went through to kidnap me, you just wanted to find out about that bald old man's situation? You two are practically half-buried, and you're still playing this sadomasochistic game!"

"Since you're so concerned about your old flame, I'll give you some information for free!"

"Professor X took a shoddy injection to get back to walking, but now he's lost all his superpowers and is just an ordinary old man. I was thinking of introducing him to a job as a neighborhood committee member, but he's not interested!"

"Superpowers... all gone?"

Magneto muttered to himself, and for the first time ever, an undisguised heartache flashed across his usually cold face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Stephen Chow pulled out an A4 sheet of paper and strode up to Magneto.

"Old Wan, don't be sad! Turn your grief into strength!"

"Look at your amazing skill in controlling iron remotely! It's a complete waste of your talent that you're not working for one of our country's heavy steel industries! It's a huge waste of advanced productive forces!"

"This is our recruitment notice from Bureau 749! Senior technical instructor at the steel plant, base salary 8,000! Meals and accommodation provided! After one year of service, we'll provide seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds. Interested? If you're sure, scan the QR code above and add me on Green Bubble! We can sign the contract on the spot!"

Magneto stiffly lowered his head, looking at the recruitment notice in his hand that read "Hard work and perseverance lead to a brilliant future."

The brain briefly shut down.

He is Magneto, the supreme leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, a man feared by all.

Someone handed me a flyer and then asked me to work at a steel mill.