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

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to transcend social classes! If you miss this chance, you won't even be able to touch the doorknob of this shop!"

Stephen Chow shoved the contract into the ape-man's chest.

The ape-man looked down at the paper and was somewhat tempted.

"I..." He raised his hand and scratched hard in the thick black hair on the back of his head, scraping off two clumps of ash, looking helpless.

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I can't leave right now. That 'gold' thing you mentioned... it sounds like there are lots of iron blocks to collect?"

"What? You're hiding some family heirloom in this ice cave? Or perhaps..."

Comrade Zhou suddenly lowered his voice, nudged the ape-man's lower back with his elbow, and chuckled with winks: "Or did you secretly meet a female monkey in this freezing weather and can't bear to leave? Oh, young monkey, full of vigor, understandable!"

"But our bureau guarantees you a partner! When you go back to China, we'll introduce you to a genuine Emei Mountain golden monkey, the kind with a government job—isn't that better than your backwater, backwater approach?"

"No, no! I'm looking for my best friend. It's lost, and I'm waiting for it here, or hoping to find it!"

"Are you looking for someone?"

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow immediately perked up. Hadn't he just walked right into a trap?

He thumped his chest loudly: "You should have said so earlier! Our Bureau 749 may not have much else, but we have tons of people and a global intelligence network! Don't even mention finding a person; even if you're looking for a missing ant, we can dig it out for you by following its pheromones!"

Stephen Chow pulled a small notebook out of his pocket and bit off the pen cap.

"Come on, what's your friend's name? What does he/she look like? Male or female? Does he/she have any obvious birthmarks? Like a hairy mole on his/her butt, or seven stars on the soles of his/her feet or something?"

"It's called the Demon Dinosaur," the ape-man answered honestly.

"What the heck?" Stephen Chow paused, his hand holding the pen still.

"It's red."

As the ape-man spoke, he stretched out his two hands to make an exaggerated, gaping maw.

"As for its size... it's about the size of these three caves! Its skin is very hard, and its teeth are very, very long!"

Stephen Chow put down his pen, stuck his little finger into his ear and blew on it, then rubbed it on his suit trousers.

He seriously doubted that he had just hallucinated from the cold wind outside.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say, 'dragon'?"

"Demon Dinosaur".

The ape patiently repeated it, even adding a "roar".

Stephen Chow gasped in the pristine, cold air of Alaska.

Shouldn't this thing be displayed as a skeleton in a museum for elementary school students to see?

Did the Jurassic Park crew skip their filming and not pay the extras?

He turned to look at Darwin, who was huddled in a corner warming himself by the fire.

"Hey, you idiot, ever heard of this thing around here? You've been out in this freezing cold for ages, have you ever seen one?"

"Do I look like a caveman to you?! How am I supposed to know about dinosaurs?!" Darwin roared at the top of his lungs. "Don't look at me like that, like I'm some kind of rare, endangered wild animal! No matter how much I mutate, I can't produce dinosaur genes!"

"Useless stuff," Stephen Chow clicked his tongue.

Turning around, the Sichuan Opera face-changing master appeared.

Comrade Zhou's shrewish face was filled with a warm, heartwarming smile.

"Uh, a dinosaur, right? A red one, and it's called Demon. Pretty imposing name, you could tell it's got a lot of ambition."

Stephen Chow grabbed the ape-man's arm, which was thicker than his own waist, and hung on it.

"It's just a red-skinned lizard, leave it to me, Zhou!"

The ape-man's eyes lit up. "Really? You've seen it before?"

"Never seen it before, but we're organized!"

Stephen Chow brazenly pulled out his phone, which couldn't even connect to a 2G network now, and shoved it in front of the ape-man's face, pointing to the huge red exclamation mark on the screen indicating that the message had failed to be sent.

"See that?! This is the high-tech satellite tracking system our bureau just developed! It's searching the world for signs of life in red creatures! See this red circle? That's it locking on!"

"Don't worry, as long as it's still breathing on Earth, even if it hides in the Mariana Trench to have its second litter, I can still use a tunnel boring machine to bring it all out!"

Darwin, sitting by the fire pit, almost spat a mouthful of blood into the fire.

What a high-tech tracking system!

That's a network error message indicating you can't send messages! You're trying to fool cavemen with a broken network outage sign? Don't you have any conscience?!

"But... the Demon Dinosaur has a huge appetite." The ape-man scratched his belly, his eyes filled with deep worry. "Does your organization have that much meat? It can eat several cows in one meal."

"Open up your mind, buddy!" Stephen Chow patted the ape-man on the back.

"You're underestimating our national strength! When they come to our country, they'll have all the venison, pork, beef, mutton, ribs, tenderloin, and pork belly they want! It'll be like a buffet with unlimited portions. If they can bankrupt our national meat reserves, I'll acknowledge them as my godfather on the spot!"

"Not only that, I can also give it a special operations assignment! It can go to construction sites to carry cement in its spare time, and when it gets old and can't work anymore, it can receive double retirement benefits from our national zoo!"

"Free meals! Free accommodation! Free retirement! Even the President of the United States would be envious of this treatment!"

The ape-man didn't understand what "five social insurances and one housing fund" meant, but he did understand that food and accommodation were included.

There's also an unlimited supply of meat.

The kind and innocent prehistoric boy was so moved that he burst into tears. He grabbed Stephen Chow's hand so hard that he almost crushed Chow's finger bones.

"You're such a good person! Those guys in white with guns, all they wanted to do when they saw us was arrest us and lock us up! Only you were willing to help me find the demon dinosaur and even feed it meat!"

"Not at all, it's just serving the people...hehe...ouch, squeeze gently, squeeze gently, my hand is going to break..."

"That……"

The ape-man thought about it seriously for a moment: "Since you've agreed to help me find the demon dinosaur, I'll go with you."

"Okay!"

Fearing the other party might change their mind, Stephen Chow pulled out a box of bright red inkpad from his briefcase.

"Come on, come on, there's no time like the present, put your handprint here. From today onwards, you are a senior mechanical engineer in our 749th Bureau!"

The ape-man, in his simple-mindedness, dipped his finger in red ink and pressed a thumbprint onto the piece of paper he couldn't understand at all.

Darwin sat by the fire pit, staring blankly at this magical scene.

He silently poked at the flames with the branch in his hand, the firelight illuminating his bald head, which seemed to have lost all will to live.

What is the director of the Overseas Talent Introduction Office?

This is a ruthless, multinational black market brokerage firm that preys on people without spitting out the bones!

They don't even spare the labor of primitive people; capitalists would be furious if they saw this and would hang up streetlights all night!