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

The old man's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "When I still had the ability, I didn't dare to read his mind at all."

"It was just a chaotic noise and an illusion that didn't belong to this world at all."

"He can be laughing and joking with you one second, and the next second he can pull out a knife and cut your neck."

"This kind of person has no moral bottom line. He would even sell out his employer for half a pizza."

Stephen Chow nodded in agreement.

"You're absolutely right, this guy's brain is on a completely different level from a normal person's."

"Our Bureau 749 is a disciplined and law-abiding state unit. The first step in the recruitment process is to check three generations of his family history. With his bloodstained resume, he wouldn't even be able to submit an application form."

"Not to mention, if we were to send this lawless lunatic back, Director Wang's thermos would probably smash right onto my skull the very next day."

"We value stability and unity."

The professor relaxed a bit. "It's good that you know what's going on. I was really worried that you'd be fooled by his absurd words in order to complete the recruitment task."

Stephen Chow patted his chest and assured everyone, "I'm a seasoned HR professional who used to work as a pork stall owner. I've seen it all. What kind of monsters haven't I seen? He wants to take our company's iron rice bowl; he won't pass the background check."

"Such a rare and exceptional talent should stay in America and continue to shine. This is the perfect environment for him to thrive."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the wild beast drove up in a minibus.

Professor X made arrangements for Beast and Deadpool to escort the five mutants who did not want to go to China.

The other three stayed at the academy to wait for Stephen Chow to return.

The beast sat in the driver's seat with a gloomy expression; he really didn't want to be in the same compartment as the chattering man in the red and black bodysuit in the back.

Deadpool clung to the car window and waved wildly at Stephen Chow outside.

"Godfather! Don't forget about my official position! After I finish this escort mission, I'll report to your neighborhood committee!"

Stephen Chow rubbed his hands together and took two steps forward.

"No problem, no problem. As long as you get the person to their destination safely, you'll definitely get all the social insurance and housing fund benefits."

Deadpool patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, Godfather! But does our company cafeteria serve burritos? I demand an unlimited supply of cheese-filled burritos every day."

"If you don't have wraps, I'm going to the labor bureau to report you for employee abuse."

The beast couldn't listen anymore and started the car to leave.

Stephen Chow's smile faded as he looked at Pele and the other two behind him.

"You stay at the academy for two days. After I finish my business, I'll take you out for an authentic Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

Pele swallowed hard.

"Mr. Stephen, are you really coming back for us? What if those people who captured us come back?"

Stephen Chow walked up to Pele and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm a regular government official. Our unit has always believed in never abandoning or giving up on anyone."

"You are now key talents that we are focusing on recruiting. Even if the sky falls, I will bring you back first."

"Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll teach them a lesson with this butcher knife!"

......

A motel somewhere in New York.

Zhou Xingxing stood in front of room 302, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, quietly took out a wire and pried open the lock.

Slug was lying sprawled on the bed, snoring, with a few colorful banknotes scattered on the bedside table.

Several empty wine bottles lay scattered on the ground.

Zhou Xingxing stared at the banknotes; they were his travel funds that had fallen onto the pickup truck.

He was chased and bombed by helicopters in the freezing cold, and didn't even get a hot meal.

You little brat, you're taking my money and throwing it around in nightclubs, sleeping soundly, buying the most expensive drinks and chasing after the prettiest girls.

Stephen Chow's blood rushed to his head, and he took two steps to the bedside and kicked it.

"Hey! Who the hell dares to mess with me?!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A pair of black leather shoes came into view.

Looking up from the leather shoes, you see Stephen Chow's face, which is radiating anger.

He suddenly found himself holding a butcher knife.

The blade reflected a chilling light.

Snotty's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Zhou...Brother Zhou!"

"Sleeping soundly, huh? Taking my money and going out to have a blast, you're living the high life!"

"Master Zhou, please let me explain! I only went to those kinds of places to gather intelligence."

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Stephen Chow ignored his nonsense and unleashed a barrage of punches at the slug.

"Stop hitting me! Master Zhou, have mercy!"

"I didn't waste my money! I got the job done! I really got the job done!"

Stephen Chow stopped punching.

"What's the matter? If you can't give me a straight answer today, I'll cut you into 108 pieces and use you as dumplings."

With his nose bruised and swollen, the slug stammered, "You...you asked me to find out about those people, didn't you?"

"I found it. The body is made of transparent pink paraffin wax, and I've located its exact location."

Where is it?

"In an abandoned chicken farm south of Los Angeles, that kid hid in the chicken coop all day and was too scared to come out."

Zhou Xingxing sheathed his knife. "You did something decent, kid. What else?"

"There's also information on Storm Ororo. She's been spotted near the slums on the West Coast lately, and I heard she's been performing magic tricks for starving kids there."

"Actually, we just use our weather control capabilities to get them some clean water to drink, and sometimes we even send in a little rain to water the withered lawns."

"Also..." Seeing that Stephen Chow hadn't made any further moves, Snotty quickly dropped a bombshell.

"I also discovered a teleporter. That guy is incredibly powerful, but he drowns his sorrows in alcohol every day! He's drowning his sorrows in debt!"

Space teleporter!

Old Zhou's mind started working quickly.

The Smurfs are complaining every day about how much overtime they have to work. If only they could get a space-age system so they could work shifts again.

Wouldn't that solve all the problems of logistics, transportation, and international business trips?

They can even save the money from international flight tickets to build two Hope Primary Schools!

These are strategic-level logistics support personnel!

Stephen Chow tucked the butcher knife behind his waist and quickly stepped forward to pull the slug off the ground.

He even thoughtfully brushed the dust off the other person's clothes, saying, "Oh dear, look at you! How did you fall on the floor? It's so dirty!"

"Master Zhou, what's wrong...?"

"Hey! Just now you were teasing me." Stephen Chow patted Snotty on the shoulder.

"I like to crack a few jokes with my subordinates to lighten the mood."

As the saying goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."

"Since you've found such an important talent for me, you're my lucky star, and an unofficial hero of our 749 Bureau."

"Tell me in detail where that teleporter is? How much money does he owe? Is he male or female? What kind of milk tea does he usually like to drink?"

Slugs make my scalp tingle.

Looking at Stephen Chow's fake smile, he had no choice but to honestly confess the information.

"His name is Tuensley Tate. Male. He owes the local mob about $100,000 in loan shark interest."

"Those gangs said that if he didn't pay back the money within three days, they would cut off his hand and sell him to Stryker."

"If we calculate the time, there are less than 24 hours left."