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

The knocking on the door was urgent and continuous.

"Knock knock knock!"

Stephen Chow huddled by the fireplace, lowering his voice: "The person checking the water meter should at least pick a nice day. Knocking on the door in this heavy snow, could it be enemies coming to our door?"

Margaret held the gun and pointed the muzzle towards the door.

"Go open the door, keep your hands steady, don't tremble, and don't be afraid of dying."

"Auntie, what are you saying? How could I be afraid of death! I'm just afraid that if the door opens, the wind will blow in and freeze your fragile cervical spine..." Zhou Xingxing muttered, but his body was pressed against the wall, inching closer and closer to the door.

He gripped the knife handle with his right hand and placed his left hand on the doorknob.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the door was pushed open a crack, a gust of wind carrying large ice shards rushed in.

It was smeared all over Stephen Chow's face, like he'd been slapped twice across the face.

He shivered as he wiped the snow off his face and squinted as he peered outside.

A figure was standing at the door.

He has no hair; he's bald.

The skin was pale, with a faint, cold sheen on its surface.

He was also carrying a huge canvas bag on his back.

The two looked at each other.

"Hey buddy, what brings you here? We're not buying insurance."

As soon as Stephen Chow greeted someone, the "boiled egg" across from him glared at the gleaming butcher knife in Stephen Chow's hand.

"What did you do to Margaret?!"

Boiled Egg let out a loud shout and threw his canvas bag off his back as he crashed in.

"I'm going to fight you to the death today!"

Goodness, this has completely stumped Stephen Chow.

He had been starving for so long and already had low blood sugar. When he was hit, he slipped and the two of them rolled onto the wooden floor.

"Hey, you old codger! Are you trying to scam me? This suit is a bespoke piece; if you damage a single thread, you could spend your whole life screwing in screws and still not be able to pay for it!"

Despite being at a disadvantage, Comrade Zhou remained completely calm.

He slammed his left elbow into the ground for leverage, twisted his waist like a spring, and then raised his right knee to his chest, delivering a vicious, powerful kick to the bald man's heart.

Logically speaking, even a two-meter-tall brown bear outside would have to kneel down and sing "Conquer" after being kicked by him.

But when the sole of the shoe struck the bald man's belly, there was a loud "thud".

The bald man's belly caved in, dissipating the force.

Immediately afterwards, his skin cracked a few times, revealing a thick layer of grayish-black keratin.

"Murderer, you dare to fight back!"

Baldy, relying on his turtle shell, used both his hands and feet to wrap around Stephen Chow's thigh, and then opened his mouth to bite down on his calf.

"Let go! Let go right now! Who the hell is the murderer? Are you some kind of teddy bear, biting people randomly?!"

Stephen Chow was furious. He made a sword gesture with his right hand, gathered energy at his fingertips, and was about to stab the bald man's shiny forehead.

"Stop! Don't hit him!"

A powerful roar came from the side.

"Armando, is that you back?"

Stephen Chow's finger hovered in front of the bald man's forehead.

The bald man was also stunned, still in the position of biting Stephen Chow's trouser leg, he turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the stove.

"Mom? Are you alright? You scared me to death..."

Margaret put down her shotgun, frowning as she looked at the person on the ground: "What could have happened to me? But what happened to you? Where did your hair go?"

The guy called Armando quickly opened his mouth and got up from the ground.

As he relaxed, the grayish-black keratin layer on his stomach visibly peeled away, and his pale skin lightened somewhat.

"It's polar night and blizzard outside! To keep up with the cold while traveling, I've not only grown an extremely thick layer of subcutaneous fat, but I've also completely sealed off my hair follicles, even diverting my pigment to heat production, Mom!"

Armando explained with a pitiful expression, while keeping a watchful eye on Stephen Chow, who had just gotten up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"Mom, who is this guy? He looks shifty and is carrying a knife. Could he be a serial killer who just wandered out from somewhere?"

"Hey! How dare you talk like that, you brat!"

Stephen Chow deftly put away the butcher knife: "I'm a legitimate civil servant! If you slander me again, believe me, I'll send you a lawyer's letter and sue you until you're left with nothing!"

Margaret waved her hand, interrupting the two's bickering.

"Alright, stop arguing. I picked this guy up from the snow. He's got... something wrong with his head."

"Oh..." Armando turned around with some doubt, dragged the canvas bag by the door into the house, and zipped it up with a ripping sound.

"Mom, look! I bought biscuits, canned meat, vegetables, and old Harry's dog food!"

Upon hearing that there was food, Stephen Chow's eyes immediately lit up.

He completely disregarded the decorum expected of a section-level cadre and the dignity of international business trips.

But he didn't rush to grab the canned meat.

He stared at the bald man named Armando, and began to calculate the recruitment quota in his mind.

Extremely cold environments can cause the body to automatically change its structure.

It was kicked but was completely unharmed and even grew armor.

These fragmented pieces of information were frantically arranged and combined in Zhou Xingxing's mind.

"Wait, let me think..."

Stephen Chow turned around, picked up the briefcase on the table, took out a small black book from it, moistened his fingertips with saliva, and quickly flipped through it.

"Long neck, torch, Pele, found it, this is it!"

Zhou Xingxing stared at the crooked sketch in the notebook, then looked up at the bald man in front of him who was taking out dog food.

Real name: Armando Eddie Muñoz

Nickname: Darwin

The ability is a passive, reactive evolution, commonly known as "as long as I don't die, even God can't do anything to me."

Stephen Chow took a deep breath.

This mutant is known for being incredibly resilient!

Going to a volcano can make you grow heat-resistant skin, and throwing you into the sea can make you grow gills.

It would be perfectly fine to place it in the most extreme exploration sites in Northwest China, or in high-radiation nuclear waste treatment plants.

This is simply a chosen working class!

"Gulp."

Stephen Chow swallowed hard, then strode forward and grabbed Darwin's hand.

His expression became extremely enthusiastic. "You must be the Darwin brothers! I'm the director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of the 749th Bureau. Zhou Xingxing is me!"

Darwin was startled by this sudden enthusiasm and instinctively shrank back.

At that moment, he vaguely sensed danger.

"What are you going to do...?"

"Brother, don't be nervous. With your physique, it would be a real waste if you didn't do something great for the country and its people!"

Stephen Chow smiled and pulled out a contract from somewhere, handing it over.

"Now I have a proper job, with meals and accommodation included, seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds, and special allowances for extreme heat and cold. Our disaster relief frontline post is in dire need of tough guys like you who just won't die no matter what!"

"Let me open the can for you! Let me feed you the dog food! Let's sit down and have a good chat about our career plans for this lifetime!"