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

When the purple light fell into the front yard of the courtyard house, only one lamp was lit under the eaves.

Edith steadied herself against a pillar and urged, "I'm crossing the Pacific Ocean, and I have to take both of you with me. I could eat a whole deer right now!"

"Didn't you just eat six plates of barbecue at the Alpha team's headquarters cafeteria? What, is your stomach connected to a two-level underground parking garage?"

"What can six plates of meat do?" The carefree girl rubbed her shrunken belly.

"Space teleportation is heavy physical labor in our line of work. When we work overtime across borders late at night, we must make sure to have a nutritious night shift meal."

The purple light faded, and the figure vanished.

The Moon Boy stood in the yard, his arms still in the position of holding something.

A few seconds later, he looked down at his empty hands and slumped down.

His bones were gone.

Stephen Chow led him to the west wing.

The room was originally intended as a temporary guest room, and it was fully equipped with a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

The Moon Boy stood by the door, looked around, and asked earnestly, "Do I live here?"

"Just get by for the night. After you finish the medical check-up tomorrow, the personnel department will officially create your file, and then you'll be assigned employee dormitories according to your rank."

"Will the door be locked from the outside?" The Moon Boy was very persistent about this question.

Stephen Chow raised his hand and flicked the latch.

"The latch is inside. Close it when you want to sleep, and open it yourself when you want to go out."

The Moon Boy walked into the room, reached out and pressed the mattress, then stepped on the floor tiles.

"I sleep on the floor. The bed is too soft, the floor is more comfortable."

"Whatever, just cover yourself with the blanket. If a newly hired employee reports a cold as a work injury on their first night, Anton will bring up my old grievances again when he reviews the medical expenses."

Stephen Chow opened the wardrobe, took out a thick cotton quilt, and threw it directly next to the bed.

The Moon Boy squatted down, his rough fingers touching the soft corner of the blanket, and remained silent for a while.

"Will people tomorrow cut up my flesh to study it?"

"The physical exam will involve drawing blood, and the needle will be unpacked right in front of you. The X-ray will only show the bones, and the doctor will make that clear beforehand. Nobody will use you as experimental material."

The Moon Boy nodded, then asked, "So when are we going to find the Demon Dinosaur?"

"As soon as the medical report comes out, I'll submit a report to the technical department and ask them to access Alpha Team's satellite data. What I promised you is written in black and white, and I won't go back on my word."

As Stephen Chow walked to the door, he added, "Tomorrow morning, you must be on an empty stomach. You can't drink water or eat anything. You can only have breakfast after the blood is drawn."

An urgent question came from inside the room: "How much blood do you need?"

"Three small tubes."

"How much rice is there?"

Eat as much as the cafeteria staff can cook.

"good!"

Stephen Chow held onto the door frame.

This kid gets worried when he hears about blood tests, but he perks up as soon as the cafeteria is mentioned.

Honest people have a bright future.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Stephen Chow knocked on the door of the west wing.

"Time to get up and complete the onboarding procedures!"

Several metallic clanging sounds came from inside the room.

After the door opened, the Moon Boy handed over a deformed screw: "The door used to make noise, but I fixed it."

Stephen Chow held the screw in his hand and pushed and pulled the door twice, half believing and half doubting.

The broken hinges that were creaking and rattling last night are now quiet and smooth, and even the door lock is much more secure than before.

After weighing the pros and cons for three seconds between "damaging public property" and "practicing thrift," Stephen Chow decisively made his decision:

"You proactively repaired the company dormitory on your very first day of work, demonstrating a strong sense of ownership and responsibility. When you defend your thesis during your probationary period, I'll personally award you five points for your participation grade!"

The Moon Boy didn't care about his grades at all; he was only concerned with touching his sunken belly.

When the two arrived at the headquarters of Bureau 749, Secretary Xiao Liu was already waiting at the entrance of the physical examination center.

"Brother Zhou, appointments have been made with the blood collection room and the radiology department. The genetic analysis project requires the patient's consent, and the translator is waiting inside."

Stephen Chow patted the Moon Boy's arm.

"Once you're inside, listen to Xiao Liu. Just cooperate today. If the machine makes any strange noises, don't try to take it apart yourself. If the doctor talks too fast, ask him a few more questions. If it hurts, just tell him to stop. Got it?"

After settling the boy in the moonlight, Lao Zhou was about to report his trip to Canada to Director Wang, but the director's office was closed.

I went to the research lab again, but Leonardo da Vinci wasn't there either.

With some time before the girls finished their nap, Stephen Chow decided to head towards the security department.

Nina, that little girl, was just mentioning last time that she wanted to keep an eye out for the white lines on his clothes. I thought I'd go over and ask her. It turns out she's recently spotted some unlucky guy in the bureau with gray lines on his stash of money.

He stopped as soon as he reached the door.

Several burly security guards, their arms thicker than a man's thigh, crowded on both sides of the corridor, sighing and groaning, looking like defeated deserters.

Team leader Zhang Tiehan looked very aggrieved. The burly man sat on a folding stool with a pitiful expression, and in his hand he was even holding a pink thermos with Peppa Pig printed on it.

"What's wrong with everyone? Did we all get dumped and friend-zoned, or did Anton deduct all our performance bonuses from last month's results during a re-audit?"

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Tiehan looked up and, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly stood up to greet them.

"Director Zhou! You're finally back at the bureau!"

"Don't get so close, this suit of mine is expensive."

Stephen Chow quickly took a half step back. "First, tell the truth: who turned you bunch of tough guys with guns into elderly fathers left behind in the countryside?"

"Ministry of Public Security!"

Zhou Xingxing, greatly surprised, pulled up a chair and sat down. "The Ministry of Public Security has deducted your security department's salary? They've really got a long way to go."

"What's a pay cut!" Zhang Tiehan got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and put his pink thermos on the table.

"They borrowed our little Nina!"

"Where did you borrow it from?"

"Major Crimes Task Force! The official letter arrived first thing this morning, and the car was waiting at the door at 8:00 sharp. What's most infuriating is that the temporary transfer form was personally signed by Director Wang!"

Another burly man pointed to the empty schoolbag.

"We originally applied to be security escorts for the team. But the official letter from the task force clearly stated that security escorts were entirely the responsibility of the Ministry of Public Security's special police, and we weren't needed to get involved! They even thought this backpack was too heavy, so they only let the child bring a water bottle onto the vehicle!"

Zhou Xingxing rummaged through his schoolbag.

Good guy!

Inside were five packs of military-grade compressed biscuits, a miniature locator, three pairs of thick wool socks, and at the very bottom was even a basic introduction to criminal investigation.

Zhang Tiehan was filled with resentment.

"There's a serious criminal with a gun in this case! She's only ten years old! She even has to add two spoonfuls of sugar to her soy milk in the morning! The Ministry of Public Security just throws down a thin official letter, taking the child directly to a dangerous place like the arrest scene. Is that appropriate?"

"Nina's current position is risk warning consultant, which means she's at the same level as you."

"Even colleagues should be categorized by age and height!"

Zhang Tiehan handed over the secondment receipt.

"People from the Ministry of Public Security said that Nina can see who is being tracked and can identify dangerous situations in advance, making her particularly suitable for catching criminals."

"Why are these criminal investigators conscripting people from elementary school groups? Why are they doing this?"