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

Beside him, Bigfoot nodded solemnly.

"That's right, we also need to check passing vehicles for any prohibited items."

Stephen Chow took the initiative to open the car door, came in front of the two, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Oh? It's Sister Snowbird and Brother Bigfoot! I've heard so much about you! My apologies! My admiration for you two is boundless!"

"Our car is a law-abiding vehicle, with all the necessary exit documents! The superiors can check it however they want; we'll cooperate fully!"

Unfazed by the flattery, Snowbird nodded and said businesslike, "You are dangerous, especially you, who kept changing the subject."

Stephen Chow raised his hands high and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm innocent, boss! I'm just an ordinary, poor man who works from dawn till dusk taking his family to the doctor!"

Bigfoot stared at him suspiciously, then turned to look at the Moon Boy who was sticking his head out of the car.

"This is called atavism? The thick, coarse body hair all over my body is even more exaggerated than my mutated body!"

Stephen Chow quickly stepped forward to explain, "Oh! Don't be like that! This is a medical miracle; his hair follicles were working overtime right there in his stomach."

"Your majestic orange fur is distinctive, while his jet-black coat is a family trait; they're completely different."

A giant man with orange hair, standing 2.5 meters tall, and a boy covered in thick black hair.

The two of them just stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Um... how well does your fur coat keep you warm in winter?"

"It's great. When it snows heavily, I sleep in a snow pit. It's warm and cozy, and very comfortable."

The snowbird rubbed its temples in exasperation and raised its hand to interrupt this absurd exchange of fur.

"Alright, alright, follow me to the checkpoint. The roads are blocked by a blizzard, and the identities of all passengers and their travel purposes in all vehicles must be registered and verified in detail."

Stephen Chow rubbed his almost frozen hands: "Do you have hot tea and sandwich cookies?"

"have."

"Alright, as expected of Alpha Team, you get things done so smoothly!"

Zhou Xing turned and beckoned to Darwin and the Moon Boy.

"Let's go, let's go have some tea and biscuits, and actively cooperate with the investigation organized by them."

The checkpoint was kept warm, and the temperature was comfortable.

Snowbird reached out and flipped through a stack of documents on the table, first pulling out Darwin's and reading it aloud.

"Armando Eddie Muñoz, is that you?"

A crisp sound came from the chair beneath Darwin's bottom.

When Stephen Chow looked down, he saw that the muscles in this guy's buttocks had swelled up due to excessive tension.

Stephen Chow leaned closer and whispered, "Relax a bit. They're just calling out your name, not sending you to the execution ground."

Snowbird looked directly at Darwin: "Three years ago, you illegally crossed the border into Alaska and hid, then cut off all contact with all mutants. Now you've come to the border... What is your purpose?"

"I, um, I, this matter..."

Stephen Chow chimed in for him: "Reporting to the leader, this is a normal interstate humanitarian escort mission."

Snowbird nodded: "According to intelligence, the Silver Peak Consortium's armed forces were chasing you relentlessly across the snowfield. What's going on?"

"The companies are engaging in malicious competition because they're jealous of our performance."

"What are their specific reasons for relentlessly pursuing you?"

"Oh dear, their lousy company's business philosophy is completely wrong."

"I couldn't stand it, so I just kindly offered a couple of pointers."

"Stop trying to bluff your way out of this. Give me the real reason."

Stephen Chow sat up straight and said seriously, "In fact, those despicable guys are arresting and detaining people everywhere. They use mutants for illegal human experiments, and I have information about their shady dealings."

Bigfoot's expression turned serious: "Human experimentation...is that really true?"

"It's absolutely true, I'd be a dog if I'm lying."

Snowbird turned to the next page of the document, where several blurry surveillance screenshots were printed.

"Regarding your true background, the effective information that our intelligence network can find is very limited."

"But the information provided by the United States is crystal clear: you have repeatedly sneaked into the United States to sabotage military facilities. You also took away a large number of mutants. Stephen Chow, what are you trying to do?"

"Taking them away is such an awful way to put it. It makes me sound like a human trafficker. I'm a perfectly legitimate businessman!"

"They all came to me voluntarily. I provide them with food and lodging and even arrange jobs for them. I pay their salaries, social security, and medical insurance—a one-stop service. We have signed formal labor contracts and put our fingerprints on them; it's all legal and compliant."

Snowbird's tone revealed no obvious emotional change. "Is that so? But the official report lists you as the number one dangerous individual."

"Come on, that old bastard Stryker calls his underground illegal lab a research base. The people locked up in there are covered in needle marks."

"In the eyes of those Americans, they're just consumables, but on our Chinese soil, they're precious gems. They're all outstanding young people who can shine, contribute, and live and work in peace!"

Stephen Chow took a contract out of his suit pocket and handed it over.

[Huaxia 749 Bureau Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office]

Bigfoot glanced at him with a puzzled look. "What does 'seven insurances and three funds' mean?"

Stephen Chow showed a hint of arrogance: "That's just the most basic treatment. Our outstanding employees also receive high-temperature subsidies and cold-weather allowances. They also get a medical check-up every year. The benefits are so good you'll question reality."

Darwin's ears twitched when he heard this.

Bigfoot held up the contract, his expression growing increasingly bizarre: "So you brought us mutants back just to have us tighten screws and fix rockets?"

"This is called 'each person earns their living based on their own abilities'! Those who are smart enough to repair rockets can repair rockets, those who are not afraid of fire can go to the fire department, and those who are strong can go to reclaim wasteland and farm. This is called teaching according to aptitude."

Snowbird closed the document with a headache, finding it difficult to communicate with this man.

So she set her sights on the moon boy next to her.

"You... We can't find any information about you in any database. Your genetic sample doesn't match modern people at all. Who are you?"

"I'm an ape-man, or you can call me Moon Boy, that's what my friends used to call me."

"Where are you from?"

The Moon Boy tilted his head and remained silent for a while. Then he reached out and carefully drew a large circle on the table.

"Where I live, a super, super big moon appears in the sky every day."

Then he used his finger to draw a towering, pointed mountain.

"There are many, many very thick and tall trees growing on the ground."

Finally, he happily opened his arms and made a big gesture.

"My good friend, the devil dinosaur, is also there."

Bigfoot's expression turned strange upon hearing the word: "Wait a minute, dinosaurs? You mean those extinct dinosaurs?"

The Moon Boy shook his head, looking very serious. "Dinosaurs didn't go extinct. My good friend is all red, and his teeth are this long and sharp!"

Seeing this, Zhou Xing quickly spoke up to smooth things over and provide further explanation.

"Children speak without thinking. This is just a pet that's slightly oversized."

"We've come all this way to find our missing family members."

"Our very cute and gentle little dinosaur has gotten lost in the snow, and we're looking for it anxiously!"