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

Footsteps echoed from the depths of the corridor.

Accompanied by Deadpool's loud, booming voice.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The community's helper is here!"

A figure over two meters tall emerged from the darkness—a wild beast.

The eight terrified mutants were stunned for a moment. The woman with the injured wrist covered her mouth and tears streamed down her face.

"X-Men! It's the X-Men! We're saved!"

Despair turned into ecstasy.

These people have been imprisoned underground for who knows how long, watching the executioners in biohazard suits from the Silver Peak Consortium every day.

Upon seeing the legendary mutant guardians, their tense nerves immediately collapsed.

Several of the younger ones scrambled over and grabbed the beast's thick legs, howling as they rushed forward.

Even the beast itself was bewildered.

He looked down at his fellow humans, who were trembling all over and could barely stand.

Then I looked up and saw Stephen Chow in his costume.

"Stephen Chow".

The beast shielded a nearly unconscious boy behind him, asking, "Where did you get so much stuff in the middle of the night...?"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

"The Los Angeles branch of the Silver Peak Group, they almost... sigh."

Deadpool nodded frantically beside him: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Those bastards even had bombs in their necks! If my godfather hadn't swiftly struck, I wouldn't even have enough bags to collect the bodies tonight!"

Watching the wild beast take the man away, Stephen Chow felt heartbroken.

That's the power of brand!

He risked his life to pull people out from under the bomb, but they wouldn't believe him even after he tried to coax and deceive them.

The moment that big blue-haired guy stood there, without saying a word, these people acted like they'd seen their own father.

An indignant Stephen Chow turned to look to the side, where Marc Muller was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Old Zhou used to aim a kick at his ribs.

Muller grunted, opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Zhou Xingxing, about to utter a harsh word.

Stephen Chow suddenly slapped his forehead.

broken!

I forgot something very important!

He turned around and grabbed the carefree girl who was dozing against the wall.

"Xiao Yi, hurry up, add another hour!"

The carefree girl was startled. "Add what clock?! Do you think I'm some kind of unlicensed taxi driver from the village entrance?!"

Stephen Chow lowered his voice: "My suitcase is still in a locker at a shopping mall in Chinatown, Los Angeles!"

"That contains our bureau's recruitment contracts, as well as special equipment given to us by Wenxi! We can't afford to lose this!"

Upon hearing this, the carefree girl's face turned green: "You spendthrift! You keep such important things in the supermarket cabinet?!"

"Just one trip, it'll take at most a minute round trip!"

Stephen Chow held up his finger: "Next month, I'll double your milk tea allowance, plus a Michelin three-star dessert buffet!"

Edith swallowed.

"Deal! Hold on tight!"

A burst of purple light suddenly shone forth.

Deadpool, who was standing nearby, just raised his hand and said, "I'll go too..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two people had already disappeared from the corridor.

In Los Angeles' Chinatown, the mall doors are tightly shut at midnight.

A purple light flashed directly in front of the lockers on the basement level of the mall.

"The alarm didn't go off, hurry up and get it." The carefree girl leaned against the cabinet, panting heavily.

Zhou Xingxing deftly pulled out the barcode and aligned it with the scanner.

drop--

The cabinet door popped open.

The black suitcase lay quietly inside.

Stephen Chow picked up the suitcase, finally feeling relieved.

The purple light flashed again, and the two returned to Xavier's School of Thought.

The carefree girl couldn't hold on any longer and her legs gave way, causing her to sit down on the ground.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die suddenly..."

Her eyelids drooped as she pointed at Stephen Chow's nose: "Remember... Michelin three stars... if you lose even one star, I'll burn your suit..."

After saying that, the girl turned into purple light on the spot.

The automatic passive teleportation triggered Old Zhou's guess that she had gone back to her bed in the courtyard house to sleep.

Zhou Xingxing, carrying a briefcase, found a corner to change back into his black suit and straightened his tie before approaching Muller.

Deadpool was squatting next to him, poking him with a stick.

"Xiao Hong, pick up this grandson and come with me!"

"Alright! Where are we taking this interrogation? Should I get some torture devices like the tiger bench or pepper spray?"

"Just find a quiet corner."

Stephen Chow, along with Deadpool, dragged Muller into an abandoned classroom.

With a click, the suitcase lock popped open, and he reached inside to take out the key.

Muller tensed up when he saw the key.

"Now, let's settle the score."

Stephen Chow took out his cigarette case, put one in his mouth, and Deadpool immediately fawned over him, pulling out a lighter from his crotch to light it.

"Phew~"

A puff of smoke hit Muller's face.

"Stephen Chow! Even if you get this, it won't do you any good!"

Muller sneered between breaths, "You have no idea what you've messed with."

"Stop talking nonsense! I have a bad temper. If you don't want to talk, I'll smash your bones inch by inch."

"We have a Chinese idiom called 'Butcher Ding dissecting an ox.' I can guarantee that you won't even have a chance to faint before I break you into 180 pieces."

After saying that, Stephen Chow held up a butcher knife and brandished it back and forth in Muller's trouser pocket.

Deadpool was excitedly rubbing his hands together beside him.

"I'm familiar with this! I can help out! I can even do a live stream on the dark web while I'm at it!"

Müller was speechless. What was the point of him saying anything?

If I don't tell you, you'll have to call in Professor X, right?

and......

"Fuck! Why the hell aren't you asking?!"

"I killed... Oh? Oh!" Stephen Chow slapped his forehead. "Sorry, sorry, I got too excited."

"Tell me everything you know!"

"This key... is the offline physical key to our Silver Peak core database, containing all of Silver Peak's secrets."

Stephen Chow raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Be specific."

"All records of human experiments on mutants! From gene extraction and organ cloning to the assembly line production records of experimental subjects."

"Those you rescued are just the tip of the iceberg. We have twelve laboratories across the United States."

Stephen Chow's eyes turned cold.

Twelve?

These capitalists really treat their fellow human beings like pigs.

No, in their eyes mutants are not even as good as piglets.

"Anything else?"

"And there are financial records, a list of members of Congress who provide policy protection to Silver Peak! Contracts for the military's secret procurement of mutant biological weapons!"

Mueller spoke frankly, saying, "Just plug this thing into a specific decoding host, and the data inside can shake up half of America's political and business circles."

Upon hearing this, Deadpool gasped in shock.

Stephen Chow stared at him. "Where is that specific decoding host?"

Müller gave a bitter smile.

"I don't know. The board is very careful; the decoder is separate. You only got the data end, not the algorithm end. Forcing a crack will only trigger the internal self-destruct program."

These capitalists are really good at playing games.

Who controls the algorithm?

Mueller shook his head. "I'm only responsible for fieldwork and data retrieval. The board won't entrust the algorithm to people like us."

Zhou Xingxing made a mental calculation.

Why don't we take it back and let Vincent try it?

Muller has to live too, after all, he's still useful.

Old Zhou knew that this guy was saying all this because of Professor X.

Even high-ranking executives within a conglomerate were unaware of the professor's vanished abilities—that's a level of secrecy...

"Xiao Hong, tie him up tightly and lock him in a basement. Just give him some cold water every day, don't let him die."

Deadpool perked up at the mention of work: "Yes, sir! The alternate neighborhood committee director guarantees to complete the task!"

With that, Deadpool ripped off one of Mueller's socks, stuffed it into his mouth, and dragged him away.

Zhou Xingxing glanced at the night sky; tonight's overtime work had yielded far more results than he had expected.

They rescued eight potential colleagues and also uncovered some of the secrets of the Silver Peak Consortium.

Most importantly, Luke got some interest back on that debt.

Now, as long as these eight people are settled and the whereabouts of the decoding host are found, China will have completely taken the initiative.

"Stephen," the Beast approached, "Charles wants to see you."

Stephen Chow grinned.

Are we finally getting down to business?