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

Muller lay on the ground laughing wildly, letting blood drip from his palms.

"Two minutes! In two minutes, this building, along with you all, will be crushed into a pancake!"

He pointed a finger at Bailey, "And you, you little monster, you won't even get a chance to detonate yourself! Hahaha!"

Stephen Chow looked at him.

That look in his eyes was like seeing a chicken crawling out of a freezer in the early morning at the market, trying to flap its wings a couple of times.

"Son," he asked Deadpool, turning his head slightly, "has he always been this brave?"

"He was even more courageous when I first met him, I should remind you of that."

Deadpool pointed to the red words on the wall, "Based on my experience with this kind of situation last time, we should start exchanging last words now."

Stephen Chow glanced at the control panel.

02:41

It's too late to cut through layer by layer with just a butcher's knife.

No, we need to switch vehicles.

He tucked the butcher knife behind his waist and took out his phone to make a call.

Located on the second basement level, the signal is weak.

Muller stared at him, sensing something was wrong: "What are you doing?"

"Call your colleagues."

"This is underground! The exits are sealed off! You're wasting your time!"

Old Zhou couldn't be bothered with him.

"Brother Zhou? I have the early shift tomorrow. If you make me work overtime across borders again..."

"Xiao Yi, emergency rescue!" Zhou Xingxing spoke rapidly: "Los Angeles, second basement level, eight seriously injured people, plus me, Deadpool, and one survivor. Countdown: two and a half minutes."

"Eleven people? We can't take them all in one trip. I only ate two meals today. If we make a second trip, we might have to deviate from our course."

"We'll make two trips. The first trip will take eight wounded soldiers, and the second trip will pick us up."

"Where's the emergency border crossing dispatch order?"

"I'll sign it later, don't turn off the activity record."

Is location services enabled?

"It's on."

"Alright!"

"Whoosh~" A purple light flashed not far from the crowd, and the leisurely girl stepped out of the light, with a "dashcam" clipped to her chest and half a cup of bubble tea in her right hand.

The girl first looked at the countdown, then at the eight life support pods, and finally at Stephen Chow, who was wearing a moon-white robe and carrying a butcher knife at his waist.

"What are you wearing?"

"Tang Bohu's Overseas Cultural Promotion"

"Tch," the carefree girl slurped up the remaining pearls in one go, "Save people first."

Müller's expression shifted from doubt to despair, but no one paid him any attention.

Bringing them directly back to China is the easiest way.

Medical care, hospital beds, physical examinations, and record keeping—all can be connected in one line.

But these eight people in front of me had just climbed out of the cryogenic life support pod and were extremely wary, especially since I had taken them to an unfamiliar place.

Stephen Chow has seen this kind of look before.

The same was true for the four people rescued from the incinerator in the Las Vegas underground base.

Logan felt the same way when he first saw the white coats in the 749th Bureau medical unit.

Making the same mistake once is due to lack of experience, but making it twice is unacceptable.

"Send it to X Academy," he said.

"That run-down house in Westchester?"

"right."

Stephen Chow pulled out a butcher knife, blade facing forward: "Don't be afraid, this knife has never hurt a single employee."

He walked up to Pelé first.

The black ring was stuck on the cervical spine, with the seam located on the left side of the back of the neck, exactly the same as the one on B-2117's neck.

With the tip of the knife probing into the gap, Stephen Chow lowered his wrist, pressing his inner energy along the back of the knife into the seam.

"clang!"

The black ring broke in two and crashed to the ground.

Pele touched his neck, somewhat incredulous. Was it really resolved just like that?

The last seven neck rings have the same structure and are not difficult to make.

"What about this one?" Deadpool kicked Mueller. "I suggest treating him as the ninth collar. If your knife skills aren't good, you can cut him twice."

Zhou Xingxing didn't answer; instead, he walked over to Muller and squatted down.

"I have a question for you. SBT09, remember?"

Muller's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Looks like you remember."

Muller forced a cold laugh: "What are you talking about?"

"It's alright, you're alive and a witness, I won't kill you."

Deadpool suddenly realized: "A deluxe evidence package."

"Hold it steady." Zhou Xingxing glanced at the countdown timer. "If he's missing a tooth, he'll lose five points on the practice test."

"Godfather, he lost three teeth when he landed face down."

Mueller, being lifted off the ground by Deadpool, was still struggling: "You can't take me away! I'm an American citizen! I have a lawyer! I have..."

"59 seconds," the leisurely girl reminded him.

"The first batch of wounded will be evacuated."

Stephen Chow faced the eight people and pointed to the carefree girl: "Her name is Edith, she's a spatial ability user, and she's my colleague. Everyone hold hands later, and no one should let go."

The first to reach out was the woman with the injury on her wrist; she grasped the wrist of the boy beside her.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the other person's sleeve.

Eight people were linked together one after another.

"Hold on tight." The carefree girl grasped the hand of the woman at the front. "It's normal to feel dizzy after landing. Tell me beforehand if you feel nauseous, and please don't vomit on me."

The woman's voice was soft: "Will you come back for them?"

"meeting."

A flash of purple light, and all nine people vanished simultaneously.

00:46

Deadpool, holding Muller, chuckled: "Now is the perfect time to exchange last words."

"Keep it for writing your practical assessment reflections."

"How about adding a subtitle to this reflection? 'Why Leaders Always Leave Internships to the Last Round'?"

00:38

This is the first time the carefree girl has teleported so many people; no one can guarantee whether she can return to the original coordinates.

If she goes off course, then we'll have to try Deadpool's broken belt.

00:32

A purple light appeared.

After emerging from the light, the carefree girl grabbed Old Zhou's wrist and placed her other hand on Deadpool's shoulder.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Deadpool pulled Muller closer under his arm: "Now, can we say something sentimental?"

"Shut up!"

……

Westchester County, late at night.

In the lobby of the main building of the Xavier's Academy ruins, a second purple light suddenly appeared.

Stephen Chow staggered half a step to steady himself, while Deadpool rolled around on the ground with Muller in his arms.

Edith braced herself against the wall, her chest heaving violently, yet she still managed to raise a finger.

"Brother Zhou, quarterly summary... please write it down."

"Remember, for two consecutive full-load transports during cross-border emergency rescues, a first-class merit award would be warranted."

"Stop just making empty promises." The girl licked her pale lips. "Give me three full-sugar milk teas, double the amount of pearls, and also a night shift nutritious meal."

"Approved. Make sure the invoices aren't fraudulent."

"So you think everyone is like you?"

The first group of eight people who arrived sat against the wall, huddled together.

After confirming that the number of people was correct, Zhou Xingxing pointed to the corridor.

"Wade, go in and call for help. Find the Professor or the Beast, whoever is awake."

Deadpool got up from the floor and threw Muller into the middle of the hallway.

"Received, the alternate neighborhood committee director requests to use the emergency broadcast system!"

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted down the corridor:

"Charles! Hank! Wake up and receive the crowd! Your godfather has wholesaled eight for you..."

"If you dare to call it an 'experimental subject,' then the actual practice is zero."

"Eight ordinary citizens in urgent need of assistance!"

Muller did not struggle.

He lay on his back on the ground, staring intently at the tattered sign above the entrance hall.

X

I've seen this logo too many times.

Charles Xavier, an Omega-level psychic, is capable of invading minds, reading memories, and even rewriting a person's personality.

"Don't touch my head..." Mueller murmured. "I have a lawyer. You have no right to access my memories..."

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow glanced at him.

After Charles received the serum injection, his telepathic connection was completely blocked.

But there's no need to explain this to the prisoners.

Sometimes, a villain's own imagination is more effective than the interrogation room lights.