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

Luke fell asleep quickly, and Zhou Xingxing quietly left the ward.

In the doctor's office, Wenxi was still arguing with Lao Qiu, but Lao Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to them.

"Do you know any mutants with healing abilities?"

The carefree girl tilted her head and pondered intently for a while.

During her years as a wanderer, she met many strange people like herself, but she had never encountered a mutant with a healing quality.

"no."

"Okay, let's go back to the courtyard house first. I need to go back and get something. Then, could you please take me to Los Angeles?"

The girl nodded obediently and gently placed her hand on Stephen Chow's forearm.

A faint purple light flickered.

Stephen Chow went back inside and pulled out his suitcase. "Let's go, it shouldn't be dark yet in Los Angeles at this time."

"I have to come back as soon as I drop you off; Director Wang has scheduled me for the early shift tomorrow."

"OK."

The carefree girl bit her lip and hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Brother Zhou."

"what?"

"What happened with Luke... wasn't your fault."

Stephen Chow reached out his free hand and gently patted the carefree girl's shoulder: "Let's get going, I'm in a hurry to get to work overtime."

The two landed in a secluded alley, with the evening sky overhead.

"Alright, you can go back now."

The carefree girl stood there staring at him for several seconds, the evening wind blowing her wine-red short hair to one side.

She wanted to say something, but in the end she just raised her chin and disappeared.

Stephen Chow adjusted his suit collar and walked out of the alley.

Los Angeles is a city that never sleeps; the colorful neon lights illuminate everyone's faces with a distorted quality.

He stopped at an intersection and looked at the news feed scrolling across the electronic screen.

The footage shows a member of Congress on Capitol Hill giving a speech about mutants, arguing that in order to protect the safety of ordinary citizens, the authorities must implement necessary controls on this special group.

The scrolling text below indicates that Los Angeles police have arrested three unregistered mutants this week, including one minor.

Stephen Chow looked away.

The three people Charles mentioned are in this city.

Longneck and Geb, and that guy named Bailey.

Including Storm Ororo, there are four people.

The four targets were thus scattered throughout the vast urban jungle of tens of millions of people.

Stephen Chow reached out and pulled the brim of his hat down a little.

If the Los Angeles Police Department and the Silver Peak Group have already cast a wide net, these four people would certainly be on their watch lists or wanted posters long ago.

Going directly to find someone is not realistic. He wiped out all of Yin Feng's pursuers, but there's no guarantee that there aren't other hidden tails trailing behind him.

Even regarding Luke's serious injury, Lao Zhou suspected that Yin Feng was behind it.

Since these capitalists like to play the game of collective punishment, let's first wipe out their branches here completely.

An hour later, at the library.

Stephen Chow's fingers flew across the keyboard; those server firewalls were practically nonexistent to him.

They easily hacked into the Los Angeles business registration database and added the name "Yinfeng" to the backend search.

Public information about the West Coast branch of the Silver Peak Consortium is scarce; it is only publicly listed as a company called Deep Blue Bio-Repair.

Follow this lead and investigate further.

This bioremediation company owns three security companies, two cold chain logistics companies, and a special drug research and development center.

Interestingly, all of these companies have warehouses located in the same place: the Vernon Industrial Estate.

The park is an independent area, and its actual area is not very large.

However, judging from the fire safety filings and electricity bills over the past six months, the electricity consumption in this dilapidated place is alarmingly high.

Those two-story bungalows on the surface don't usually use that much electricity.

There must be a huge underground space hidden down there.

Zhou Xingxing casually clicked on the latest freight declaration for cold chain logistics.

At 11 p.m. tonight, a shipment of goods labeled as cryogenic medical samples will be escorted by a security company under Yinfeng and transported to another state via heavy-duty refrigerated trucks.

The escorting party openly and blatantly displayed the name "Special Recycling Team".

"Low-temperature samples?" Zhou Xingxing sneered. "These bastards really treat living people like chilled meat."

He silently memorized the address, closed the webpage, got up, and left the library.

Arriving at the Vernon Industrial Zone, Lao Zhou strolled around the park.

The main entrance is equipped with access control, and four armed security guards with riot dogs are patrolling back and forth.

A wide unloading channel runs along the side of the park, and the drainage ditch to the north is welded shut with steel bars, but this poses no challenge to him.

After scouting the area, Lao Zhou realized he still had plenty of time, so he decided to do something. He left the industrial zone and hailed a taxi.

"Let's go to Chinatown."

There is an inconspicuous weapons shop on the street corner.

The shop owner was a thin, elderly man in his sixties, wearing reading glasses and sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper.

Stephen Chow pushed open the glass door and went inside.

Various swords, spears, and halberds hung on the wall, but he ignored those fancy handicrafts and instead focused his gaze on an old shelf in the corner.

A long, hardwood spear was displayed on the shelf.

The gun barrel was dark red and looked quite heavy. It had a threaded joint in the middle and could be disassembled into three sections.

The spearhead has been sharpened.

Zhou Xingxing walked over, picked up the gun barrel, and weighed it in his hand.

"Sir, how much is this rifle?"

The old man slowly put down his newspaper. "Those are ash wood poles used in actual combat; we don't sell them to tourists casually."

Without wasting words, Stephen Chow gripped the middle of the gun barrel with his right hand and flicked his wrist.

The spearhead flickered, creating a blurry afterimage, and the red tassel snapped open in the air with a sonic boom.

The old man exclaimed in surprise, "A connoisseur, huh?"

"Hey, when you're out and about, you always need to carry a handy self-defense tool." Zhou Xingxing deftly disassembled the gun barrel and neatly put the three wooden sections back together.

"Boss, name your price, how much is this?"

"Six hundred US dollars."

Stephen Chow took out his wallet, counted out six hundred dollars, and slapped it on the counter: "I'll take the gun directly. Also, could you please give me an invoice?"

"What?"

"The invoice!" Zhou Xingxing pointed to the notepad on the counter.

"The heading should be 'Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of China 749 Bureau,' and the product name should be 'Overseas Office Supplies Procurement.'"

"You need an invoice for this kind of weapon?"

"How can you call this a murder weapon? This is a prop for promoting traditional culture!"

In the end, the old man still issued an invoice, which Zhou Xingxing carefully folded and put into the inner pocket of his suit.

He also gave this spear a resounding name: Overlord Spear.

Carrying a suitcase and a musket, Lao Zhou walked into a Chinese restaurant on the street.

There weren't many people in the restaurant at that time, so he found an empty seat in the corner and sat down.

"Boss! A large bowl of beef noodles, extra beef, scallions, and cilantro, please!"

The steaming hot noodles were served quickly, topped with large chunks of beef.

Stephen Chow picked up his chopsticks, ready to start eating, when a person wearing a red and black bodysuit sat down opposite him.

"You actually have the nerve to eat noodles?! You stole my meager savings and ruined my secure job! And you still have the nerve to eat noodles?!"