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

He had just finished clearing out smuggling gangs along the northern border of Canada when he happened to spot the unusual heat source on his way back.

I thought they were smuggling gang members, but I ended up running into these three strange guys.

An Asian man in an expensive suit, a strangely shaped bald man, and a savage holding half a bone.

This person doesn't look like a good person at all.

Bei Chen planned to take care of these three oddballs while he was at it.

Stephen Chow straightened his hat, looked up, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey you, the guy hanging the light bulb up there, your enforcement procedures are not up to standard."

"Without even a warning, they sped and fled the scene, smashing our limited edition convertible to pieces. How are we going to settle this score?"

Bei Chen frowned.

He had never seen anyone so witty in the face of his super-high-speed threat.

"This is my final warning. Put down your weapons now. You've exhausted my patience."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop making threats all the time. Let's all be civilized people."

Zhou Xingxing placed the suitcase at his feet, took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket, and waved it above his head.

"Look carefully, we're VIPs who went to Alpha Team's dinner with a pass. Snowbird knows us, right? She personally sent the invitation."

Bei Chen stared at the envelope suspiciously as it slowly fell back to the ground.

"You said the snowbirds invited you."

"Otherwise, why would I come to this godforsaken place to stand in the northwest wind?"

The wind and snow continued to howl.

Bei Chen did not completely let his guard down; he raised his left hand and pressed down on the earpiece.

"Headquarters, this is Beichen. Calling Snowbird. I have intercepted three unidentified targets on the outer edge of the defense zone. They claim to have a pass issued by you."

"An Asian man in a black suit carrying a prohibited knife, a bald mutant, and an unknown humanoid creature. Please verify."

A burst of static came through the headset, followed by the sound of a snowbird.

"Beichen, didn't you just finish a cleanup mission... Wait, the man in the black suit and the two strange men, let them in. I called them over."

Are you sure they're safe?

"Listen, try not to mess with him. That guy has some brain issues and is extremely protective of his own. Bring them to headquarters; the captain is waiting for him."

The call has ended.

The dazzling photon energy emanating from Beichen gradually faded.

He walked up to Stephen Chow with a cold face, took the envelope, pulled out the pass and glanced at it.

"The misunderstanding has been cleared up."

Stephen Chow clapped his hands and approached him familiarly.

He circled Beichen twice, looking him up and down.

"Bro, your speed and ability to glow are quite interesting. How much fixed salary do you get a month with Alpha esports?"

Bei Chen stuffed the pass back into the envelope and gave him a cold glance.

"This is none of your business. Put away your knife and come with me. If you can't keep up, I won't slow down to wait for you."

"Don't rush off, let's talk business."

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am the director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of Huaxia 749 Bureau."

"Our bureau is currently in a period of rapid business expansion and is in dire need of highly mobile talent like you."

Bei Chen took a step forward, pretending not to hear.

Stephen Chow followed closely beside him, his mouth flying everywhere.

"Look, you're patrolling this icy border, working yourself to the bone and easily developing arthritis. It's different here in China."

"Our current infrastructure and logistics system is lacking a regional express courier."

Darwin whispered to the Moon Boy next to him from behind.

"This guy's gone mad. He actually wants to recruit the people who came to arrest us to deliver packages."

The Moon Boy scratched the black fur on his head, seemingly understanding, then hoisted the deer leg bone onto his shoulder and strode after him.

"Just think about it, with your speed, how fast you could send emergency blood serum and transport sophisticated medical equipment across provinces."

Stephen Chow began making plans with great seriousness.

"We'll cover your six types of insurance and two types of housing funds. After your internship, you'll have seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds."

"If you find logistics too boring, you could also try the Qiongzhou Cross-Sea Channel project and deliver urgent welding rods for the submerged tunnel sections."

"I have no interest in your infrastructure projects. I'm a superhero, and my responsibility is to protect this country from threats, not to deliver urgent welding rods."

"Heroes need to eat too."

Zhou Xingxing tried to pat Beichen on the shoulder, but the other man dodged to the side.

"Being a superhero isn't easy. If you get injured, it's not recognized as a work injury, and if you damage public facilities, you get scolded."

"Look at Magneto. In the past, he was always shouting for war and killing, but in the end, I persuaded him to work at a steel mill with a formal position. That's called going with the times."

"We must transform dangerous capabilities into advanced productive forces."

Bei Chen was stunned for a moment.

Magneto goes to the steel mill.

This Chinese agent is either bragging or acting crazy.

"Alright, stop with your sales pitch. Headquarters is just ahead. Once you're inside, follow the rules. The security system doesn't recognize your pass."

The three followed Bei Chen to the outer gate of the Baima City headquarters.

This is a semi-underground military fortress.

The heavy alloy blast doors and the ubiquitous automatic machine guns demonstrate the tight security of this place.

Sure enough, something went wrong when we went through the security checkpoint.

The alarm blared loudly.

Two fully armed guards raised their weapons and aimed them at Zhou Xingxing.

"Put down your weapons."

Stephen Chow sighed, pulled out the butcher knife, and brandished it.

"Comrade, is this machine broken? This is pure Tianshan cold iron, it's not magnetic."

"Besides, how can this be called a weapon? This is a kitchen utensil that is part of our family's intangible cultural heritage. It's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a kitchen knife with me when I'm out and about to cut fruit, isn't it?"

Bei Chen glanced at the knife, then gestured for the guards to step back.

"Let him take him in. Even if he puts away his knife, the danger level of this guy won't decrease."

Zhou Xingxing proudly shoved the knife back in, and Chong Beichen gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother Beichen is very understanding. I'll increase your base salary for the logistics supervisor position to 10,000. Think about it."

"This way, don't wander off."

As soon as I stepped onto the second-floor stairs, a young man in a jacket quickly approached me at the entrance of the stairwell.

"Paul, you're back."

Bei Chen paused, his expression softening.

He took two quick steps and hugged the person tightly, and the two even naturally turned their heads to kiss.

This scene was witnessed by Stephen Chow, who was following closely behind.

He stood frozen in place, utterly astonished, his mouth slightly agape, almost dropping his cigarette.

Darwin, who had followed them over, blinked and scanned back and forth between the two.

The Moon Boy, however, showed no reaction whatsoever.

After their intimacy, the young man straightened Bei Chen's battle uniform collar, and the two whispered a few words to each other.

Bei Chen turned his head and coldly pointed towards Zhou Xingxing.

"Go to the end of this corridor. The supervisor's office door is open. We have other things to do, so we won't accompany you any longer."

After saying that, the two walked side by side into the elevator on the side, and the door closed without them leaving a trace.

Stephen Chow, holding onto the iron railing of the stairs, turned his head blankly and leaned towards the security guard next to him.

"Dude, what's going on here?"

The guard glanced at him expressionlessly and raised the back of his gun slightly.

"His name is Kyle, he's Beichen's boyfriend and personal assistant, don't make a fuss."

Boy friend?

Zhou Xingxing blinked, and his previously bewildered brain started working again.

broken……

If we really bring him back to China, what standards will be used to issue relocation subsidies to his family?

When allocating two-bedroom welfare housing, is it considered as a treatment for a couple who are both employed, or as two single men sharing a rental?

There's no policy basis for calculating maternity leave and paternity leave...

Recruiting is becoming increasingly difficult these days...