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

Stephen Chow knelt down and closed the eyes of the young man on the ground.

B-2117

A few months ago, it was just a string of code in a file.

Now the numbers on the paper have a face, and also a body whose warmth has completely dissipated.

It turns out that not all of the remaining people died in the incinerator; some of them were dismantled, pieced together, and transformed into tools by Yin Feng.

Deadpool, still talking non-stop, followed beside him: "The alarm's almost at its chorus. Should we make a strategic retreat? If the police arrive, my background check application will be doomed."

"You go upstairs to arrest Muller, I'll go to the underground warehouse."

"Isn't all the evidence on the office computer?"

Stephen Chow didn't stop walking: "The computer contains the evidence they wrote down, and underground there may be people whose deaths they haven't had a chance to record yet."

Deadpool surprisingly didn't pick up on the joke.

"What are you still standing there for?" Zhou Xingxing said sternly. "If we can't catch Muller, our practical experience is worthless!"

"I'll go right now!"

Unloading platform.

Zhou Xingxing looked inside. The main gate had been destroyed by B-2117, but there were still many small doors inside that looked very sturdy.

The front freight elevator door was tightly closed, and the dynamic password was constantly being refreshed.

Old Zhou was standing in front of the door, just as he pulled out his butcher knife to break down the door, when he saw a technician in a white coat running out from the side passage.

Catch up in three steps.

He grabbed the other person by the back of the collar and dragged them back to the freight elevator.

"Don't kill me! I was just recording the data! I don't know anything!"

"What is the emergency password?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Really?"

Stephen Chow shoved him against the wall and held a butcher knife to the man's neck.

"You have three seconds to remember."

"95, 9527! It's 9527!"

The technician trembled as he read out the numbers, and Zhou Xingxing released his hand and typed in four digits on the keypad.

The freight elevator door opened, and the inside was empty.

After knocking the technician unconscious with a karate chop, Stephen Chow went straight in and pressed the button for the second basement level.

As the freight elevator descended, the lights switched from incandescent bulbs to stark white fluorescent tubes.

"Ding!"

The door opened, and Lao Zhou peeked out. Every three meters along the corridor, there was a set of cold storage pipes.

Zhou Xingxing had only walked a dozen meters when four fully armed members of the recovery team appeared around the corner ahead.

Three men knelt with guns, while one man stood guard against the wall.

The leader stood behind the three men, grinning maliciously as he raised a palm-sized metal device and pressed the switch.

"Buzz!"

High-frequency oscillations reflected back and forth along the narrow corridor, piercing straight into the skull.

Caught off guard, Stephen Chow was just about to cleave the bullets with his knife when he was completely unprepared for the sonic attack, which caused his vision to go black.

"Fire!"

"Da da da—"

Stephen Chow crouched down, but a bullet still grazed his shoulder, drawing blood.

"laugh!"

"Slap!" The recovery team leader slapped the team member next to him across the face. "You idiot! You hit the pipeline!"

High-pressure refrigerant, enveloped in white mist, was sprayed out, and the ground quickly frosted over.

He's out of sight, what a great opportunity!

Zhou Xingxing held his breath, forcibly suppressing his chaotic internal energy back into his dantian, and rushed into the white mist while sticking close to the wall.

The gunman on the left had just turned his gun in response to the sound when the back of the butcher's knife struck his wrist bone.

The gun barrel tilted upwards, and the bullet shattered the overhead light.

Stephen Chow spun around and kicked, the sole of his shoe hitting the sonic device in front of the leader.

"Bang!"

The device crashed into the man's chest, then slammed him against the wall.

The outer shell cracked, and the high-frequency oscillations came to an abrupt halt.

The gunman on the right pulled the trigger repeatedly, following the sound of the impact.

Stephen Chow grabbed the valve flywheel by the wall, cleaved it in two with a knife, and threw it, knocking one person unconscious. As he quickly approached, he delivered a knee strike to the abdomen of another person, then threw him into the cold mist.

Of the four people, three fell to the ground, and the other was pinned down by his wrist holding the gun.

"Where is the detention area?"

The knife tip pressed against the other man's Adam's apple. "I don't want to hear the words 'I don't know.' But if you want to say it, that's fine too. You can guess whether I'll slit your throat or sever your tendons first."

"It's...it's at the very back! Cold storage section three! Please, please don't kill me!"

Stephen Chow loosened his grip. "Of course, I won't kill you."

Before the man could even catch his breath, he felt a strange energy surge into his body. After a buzzing sound in his head, he opened his mouth and started drooling.

Cold storage area number three.

When you break open the door, the temperature inside is extremely low, and your breath condenses into white mist.

Eight cryogenic life support chambers were neatly arranged, with the outer shells uniformly labeled "medical sample".

Stephen Chow walked to the nearest life support pod and looked inside through the semi-transparent cover.

Lying inside was a thin young man, whose name tag read: Bailey Hoskins

The neck collar display showed red characters: Disposable Explosive Experiment Subject.

?

Stephen Chow was also surprised. Wasn't this the one Professor X had asked him to find one of the three?

What is he doing here?

When Pele opened his eyes and saw the strangely dressed Stephen Chow, fear filled his eyes.

With a swift stroke, the butcher's knife severed the main control circuit.

The life support capsule was depressurized, and the hatch slowly rose.

Bailey struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse: "Who...who are you?"

Stephen Chow did not answer him directly, but opened the remaining seven life support pods one by one.

There were eight people, both men and women, ranging in age from their teens to their thirties.

They huddled inside the cabin, their eyes filled with terror, numbness, and despair.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Stephen Zhou, head of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of Bureau 749 of China."

"Professor X asked me to pick you up."

Bailey clutched his collar and shook his head: "No! I can't leave! My ability... if activated, the whole building will be blown to smithereens!"

"Run! Don't..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two dull thuds came from above.

The ceiling cracked open along the load-bearing beam.

Deadpool, carrying Mueller, crashed through the hole into the cold storage. The two rolled seven or eight meters on the ground, nearly hitting the outermost life support pod.

"We've got him!" Deadpool raised a hand. "The process... well... it didn't conform to civilized law enforcement standards, but the result is perfectly in line!"

Muller's face was covered in blood, but his right hand had already pulled the remote control out of his sleeve.

Stephen Chow's pupils contracted, and he reached for his waist.

"what!"

The throwing knife pierced Muller's hand, but it was too late.

The gates of the cold storage's main door, side doors, and ventilation and maintenance access panels all closed simultaneously.

Red warning lights lit up one after another along the wall, and a line of scarlet numbers appeared on the control panel.

Base elimination procedure: 03:00

02:59

02:58

The sound of mechanical unlocking came from deep underground.

The eight people who had just exited the life support pods could barely stand, and all the exits were locked.

Three minutes is simply not enough time to break down the defense layer by layer.

Muller lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his face contorted with laughter: "In three minutes, this place will be razed to the ground! None of you will be leaving!"

He turned to Bailey, "And you, you little monster! Let's die together!"