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

The RV drove on and on for four hours, and the temperature dropped below minus forty degrees Celsius.

Visibility dropped to zero; Old Zhou couldn't even see the windshield wipers on the hood of his car.

At this point, we should really praise Comrade Xiao Da, the special emergency rescue pioneer appointed by Bureau 749, for his exceptionally high qualifications.

Faced with the treacherous and extreme road conditions ahead, his body had already begun its self-protective response.

Even if the wind and snow are so heavy that you can't see the road conditions clearly, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Darwin, his survival instincts kicking in, had bones around his eye sockets cracking.

In just a few seconds, his eyelids completely degenerated and disappeared.

A two-centimeter-thick layer of transparent keratin is directly applied to the surface of the eyeball.

Not only that, the pupils expanded rapidly outwards, transforming into the shape of giant night-vision eyes.

Inside the carriage, his eyes gleamed with two frightening yellow lights, and his skin even bulged with thick, insulating fat.

It also grows soft biological pads with airbag shock absorption function under its buttocks.

Stephen Chow sat in the passenger seat, filled with envy.

"Xiao Da, your big eyes have built-in high beams and super fog-clearing capabilities! It would be such a waste of your talent if you weren't standing guard at the entrance of the China Traffic Management Bureau checking for traffic violations!"

"But could you manually switch to a warm light mode for your eyes? They're so yellowish, it's making me feel really uneasy and creepy at night, buddy."

Darwin, sporting that strange and exaggerated deep-sea monster face, angrily turned around: "Shut your stinking mouth, will you?! I'm not your employee! If you're so capable, you do it! If not, then shut that stinking mouth of yours that only knows how to eat rice!"

"You young man just can't stand the well-intentioned guidance of your superiors. As the saying goes, honest advice is hard to hear but beneficial. Young people shouldn't have such a fiery temper; it's easy to lose your hair that way. Look at your head, it's already bald, isn't it!"

Just as he was about to continue explaining the great corporate culture and spirit to the other party, Darwin suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The sturdy seatbelt tightened around Stephen Chow's chest. "Damn it, are you trying to strangle me?"

"There's a roadblock ahead! Don't you have eyes, idiot?! A huge thing is standing right in the middle of the road. Do you want the three of us, car and all, to turn into ugly tomato paste?!"

Stephen Chow quickly leaned out the window to look outside the car.

"Where? Where? All I see is a pile of white snow ahead. Are you driving while fatigued at night and experiencing retinal hallucinations?"

Darwin shouted angrily.

"It's a giant moose!"

Stephen Chow rubbed his eyes hard and took a closer look.

A giant moose, over three meters tall, was standing not far ahead, its thick antlers swaying wildly in the headlights of the car.

The giant moose had bloodshot eyes and was pawing the ground with its front hooves, ready to charge.

The Moon Boy, draped in a large floral bed sheet, pushed open the car door: "I'll deal with it; it looks like it's in pain."

The Moon Boy jumped off the car against the biting wind, and a lot of snow and wind poured into the carriage, making Stephen Chow shiver.

"Never try to tear apart such a large prey with your bare hands in public! If the wildlife conservationists on patrol see you, I'm in big trouble!"

The Moon Boy strode forward.

Before the giant moose could crash into the RV, he reached out his strong hands and grabbed the moose's antlers.

A man and a deer began to wrestle in the freezing cold.

The Moon Boy emitted a series of low sounds from his throat, the pitch rising and falling with a very peculiar rhythm.

The moose's frenzied movements slowed down, and its bloodshot, frenzied eyes gradually softened.

It obediently lowered its head, letting the Moon Boy stroke its neck.

"Holy crap, is this the legendary level eight beast language specialization skill?"

"No wonder he can be friends with ferocious dinosaurs. His excellent interspecies communication skills deserve full marks. I think if aliens ever invade Earth, we can send Monkey King to be a frontline negotiation expert!"

A few minutes later, the giant moose turned and slowly walked into the distance, its tall body gradually disappearing into the depths of the snowstorm.

The Moon Boy bent down and crawled back into the warm carriage, then closed the door behind him.

"That big guy had a very sharp stone stuck in his leg muscle. It was just in so much pain when he walked in the snow, and he didn't mean any harm."

Stephen Chow gave a thumbs up.

"You're really something! After we get back to China, I'll have to formally apply to the director for the prestigious title of Ecological Communication Ambassador for you. Your monthly salary will have to increase by at least two thousand yuan. How about that, am I being generous enough?"

Darwin pushed the car back into gear, his face full of disgust.

After a long and arduous journey, the battered RV finally arrived safely at the border crossing.

The bright lights from the customs checkpoint pierced through the swirling snow.

The inspector on duty looked at the three strange passengers sitting in the car through the glass with a strange expression.

Zhou Xingxing solemnly handed over his passport, "Hello, sir. Would you like a cigarette to warm yourself up?"

"Look at the back seat, this is my poor distant cousin whom I specially brought from the remote countryside. The old man has had a hard life since birth! He suffers from a very serious genetic disease of atavism with excessive hair growth."

"Those ignorant people in the village all look down on him. We're planning to take him to a big hospital in Los Angeles for proper treatment. Doing good deeds will surely bring good fortune!"

"What? This guy with the bald head and big head? He's a kind local citizen who generously provides private transportation free of charge. We three are law-abiding citizens, please have mercy and let us through."

The inspector suspiciously turned on the superpower scanning test device next to him.

The machine beeped, and the scan results appeared.

Target number one: a normal human being with no abnormal genes.

Target Two: This target life form contains the X gene, and its genetic structure undergoes dramatic mutations every second. The probability of a mutant Darwin matching is 99.99%.

Target number three: The age of this target gene is out of sync with modern human genome databases.

Upon noticing the above description, Stephen Chow looked at the Moon Boy with a puzzled expression. He wasn't a mutant after all?

At that moment, a snowfield owl flew down from the roof and quickly transformed into a tall woman upon landing.

Immediately afterwards, the side door was pushed open, and a massive behemoth over two and a half meters tall, covered in long orange fur, walked out.

The woman stepped forward, her voice gentle: "Everyone, don't be nervous. This is a border security checkpoint. We are just conducting routine checks. My name is Snowbird, and I belong to the Alpha Team. Please get out of the vehicle and cooperate with our investigation."

She turned her body slightly to look at the tall, orange-haired figure and made a gesture.

"By the way, let me introduce you. This big guy next to you, who has a bit of a temper, is called Bigfoot. He's in charge of security and duty here today. If you dare to resist in any way, his fists won't hold back."