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

Zhou Xingxing rubbed his hands together and pointed at the broken-legged Flame Mutant in the snow pit: "Xiao Da, bring that fire-wielding guy over. Our transportation depends entirely on this portable incinerator."

Confused, Darwin went over, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and pulled him over.

"This guy has a broken leg, what are you going to do?"

Stephen Chow chuckled, squatted down, and patted his face: "What's your name?"

"Smith...Smith White!"

"Very good, Agent Smith. Now you have a broad road ahead of you. See those towering pine trees over there?"

Smith followed his hand and nodded.

"Go, use your abilities to melt all the ice and snow on the tree trunks. If the good timber is burned..."

Even though Smith was trembling with pain, he dared not disobey and could only move towards the edge of the tree.

A crimson flame ignited at his fingertips, cautiously baking the frozen, hardened tree bark.

The snow quickly melted into water droplets that fell to the ground.

Stephen Chow drew his butcher knife, and the blade flashed, sending wood chips flying like raindrops!

The blade cuts along the grain of the wood.

In just a few minutes, a huge tree, as thick as two people could hug, was transformed into several flat, thick wooden planks.

"See this craft? It's the perfect combination of art and productivity!"

Speechless, Darwin still didn't understand what he was trying to do. Why was he cutting down trees in the freezing cold?

Turning to the other side, well! The Moon Boy was also working enthusiastically.

He pried open the helicopter wreckage with his bare hands and pulled out the still relatively intact engine.

They then crawled into the wreckage of the RV and found cables and safety belts.

The actions were brutal yet efficient, relying entirely on some kind of intuition.

He fixed the damaged helicopter tail rotor to the engine drive shaft and tied it with cables to the wooden raft base that Zhou Xingxing had just carved.

Finally, pull out the rubber hose, one end connected to the remaining aviation fuel tank, and the other end inserted directly into the engine carburetor.

"Buzz!"

The Moon Boy pulled a starter rope, and the engine spewed out black smoke.

Thus, a post-apocalyptic punk-style "snow hovercraft" was born in the icy wilderness.

Darwin was stunned. Wait, this thing can really be hand-made?

Stephen Chow gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration: "Our Bureau 749 needs this kind of versatile talent with strong hands-on skills."

The raft has been modified and everything is ready.

A biting wind howled, and Smith slumped in the tree pit, his face blue with cold, staring at Stephen Chow with a desperate will to survive.

"Xiao Da, what do you think we should do with him?" Zhou Xingxing was also looking the prisoner up and down.

"Slitting his throat directly would be too violent and completely deviates from our 749 Bureau's corporate culture of winning people over with virtue. But if we take him along, this raft will definitely be overloaded."

Darwin suggested, "Why don't you strip naked and stay here? He's a fire-type ability user anyway; he can generate his own heat and hold out for a while."

Smith breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; at least he wouldn't be killed.

Once this group leaves, I can secretly contact Yin Feng's people to take me away...

The two are having in-depth discussions on an economically viable solution for dealing with prisoners of war.

The Moon Boy walked up to Smith, picked up the deer leg bone that Bigfoot had given him, and smashed it down.

"Splat!"

Without his head, Smith fell straight down, bidding farewell to this cold world forever.

The Moon Boy hoisted the blood-stained deer leg bone, his expression innocent and open.

He turned to the two stunned men and explained in a simple tone: "He's badly injured and walks slowly, which will inevitably attract predatory beasts. He's a completely useless tool."

"In our tribe, carrying broken tools will only slow down the whole team and eventually kill everyone. Smashing them is the safest thing to do."

Stephen Chow swallowed hard, his tone full of admiration: "Your underlying logic is even more concise and efficient than that of those capitalists on Wall Street. A true talent, a rare genius!"

The three set out on their mission, jumping onto the wildly handcrafted wooden raft.

Stephen Chow stood at the very front, gripping a tree branch that served as a steering wheel.

Darwin huddled in the middle, his skin undulating, hardening into a thick layer of armor to withstand the oncoming, knife-like wind.

The Moon Boy sat at the rear, controlling the engine throttle.

"Hold on tight, everyone, let's go!"

The Moon Boy floored the accelerator, and the raft launched itself off the snow, hurtling into the vast snowstorm with a violent surge of power.

Despite the blizzard, Stephen Chow bravely maintained his upright posture.

"This is true romance for men!" Stephen Chow roared into the wind.

Darwin prayed fervently that the raft wouldn't break apart halfway through the journey.

As the distance decreases, the wind and snow tend to weaken.

An hour later, the outline of a large cluster of buildings appeared on the distant horizon.

As they drew closer to the Alpha team's base, the rickety engine of the snow raft gave out first.

The Moon Boy tightened the bolts all the way and added two more fixations to the drive shaft, but the wooden frame would shake three times every time the tail rotor turned.

Stephen Chow grabbed the directional stick made from a tree branch, studied it carefully for a few seconds, and then made a professional judgment.

"Based on my years of experience driving pork stall tricycles, this luxury vehicle can last another five minutes."

Darwin was somewhat speechless: "Has your tricycle ever been fitted with a helicopter engine?"

"The core of transportation is wheels and engines; the rest is a consumerist trap."

"We don't even have wheels."

"So we saved money on tires."

Darwin gritted his teeth and decided to stop discussing mechanical common sense with him.

A blinding white light shone through the snowstorm ahead.

The beam of light struck from the side, and a sonic boom cloud spread through the air.

"What the hell is this, using high beams without signaling?!" Stephen Chow only managed to shout half a sentence.

"Bang—Crack!"

The high-pressure airflow carried by the white light directly flattened the blizzard in front of them, and incidentally disintegrated the raft in mid-air.

The helicopter that had performed the great service was belching thick black smoke as it spun and crashed into the snow.

Darwin let out a scream. His body mutated rapidly during free fall, and he bounced twice like a rubber ball the moment he hit the ground, but was unharmed.

Stephen Chow and the Moon Boy weren't so lucky; the two of them, headfirst, voluntarily pulled their heads out of the snowdrift.

Stephen Chow looked up at the sky, his eyes unusually serious as he scrutinized the scene.

The wind and snow were forcibly pushed aside by some force, creating a vacuum zone.

The white light that shattered their vehicle made a sharp angle and turned back dozens of meters in the air before hovering steadily less than ten meters from the ground.

The blinding photon energy gradually subsided, revealing a man dressed in a black and white tight-fitting combat suit.

He crossed his arms and looked down at the three people on the ground.

A visible force field surrounded the man's body, preventing the falling snow from getting any closer to him.

"It doesn't matter which underground organization you belong to, or how you got through the outer defenses."

"This is the Alpha Squad's special defense zone. Put down your weapons, identify yourselves, and state your intentions. Otherwise, the next strike will pierce your kneecaps."