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

Stephen Chow, holding a butcher knife upside down, walked down the stairs with a clattering sound.

Underground casinos are rife with corruption and disorder.

The dealer stopped playing cards, and all the gamblers turned their heads.

A dozen or so burly men who were guarding the place stood up.

One of the bald Black men reached for a gun: "Fuck! You here to cause trouble?!"

Zhou Xingxing didn't care about anything else; he simply kicked the trash can in front of him away.

The metal trash can hit the bald man in the face, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

"Who are you talking to?!"

Stephen Chow strode into the crowd, grabbed the card box from the gambling table, and smashed it on the back of a burly man with tattooed arms.

The burly man with tattooed arms rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

"Not wearing the uniform during work hours!"

"Bang!"

Another kick sent a skinny guy who was about to pull out a knife flying into the slot machine.

The slot machine spewed out coins like crazy, hitting the skinny guy on the head.

It was a battle on a completely different level.

These gangsters are good at bullying ordinary people.

Encountering a ruthless person like Stephen Chow is like a kindergarten child running into a dump truck.

Less than a minute.

The ground was littered with people lying haphazardly.

They were all groaning and moaning.

Stephen Chow stomped on the face of a gang leader and asked, "Where's that guy who can teleport?"

The leader clutched his severed arm, snot dripping from his nose from the pain.

"In...in the innermost VIP room..."

Zhou Xingxing moved his foot away and casually wiped the dust off the sole of his shoe on the boss's suit.

"You should have said so earlier. We're all just here to work, why make things so tense?"

He turned and walked towards the room at the far end of the corridor.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the solid wood door. There was only one chair inside.

A thin, bony white youth was strapped to the chair.

His mouth was wrapped in thick gray tape.

Tuensley Tate, The Vanisher.

He stared in horror as Stephen Chow burst through the door.

Old Zhou walked over and ripped the tape off his mouth.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"

Stephen Chow chuckled, took out his briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a job posting.

"I see you have exceptional potential; you're a promising talent in logistics and transportation. On behalf of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of China 749 Bureau, I formally extend an invitation to you."

"Come with me. Meals and accommodation included, weekends off, six types of insurance and two types of housing fund. How about it?"

After Zhou Xingxing finished speaking, he prepared to face the other party's doubts or disdain.

These mutants have been traumatized by Stryker and his gang; they can't just give a convincing pie without some persuasion.

result.

The vanished man stared at Stephen Chow with immense surprise: "You...you're Stephen Chow?!"

Do you know me?

"It really is you!" The vanished man jumped up and down with his chair in excitement.

"I've heard of you! Everyone in the underworld is talking about you!"

"They say there's some powerful guy from China who's recruiting mutants everywhere, paying them salaries and even contributing to their pensions! I heard that mutants over there can even get housing?!"

"I do! I absolutely do! Untie me! I'll go with you right now! You don't have to pay back that $100,000 loan with exorbitant interest, right?!"

This time, even Stephen Chow is stumped.

This went way too smoothly!

Something is wrong!

Something is very, very wrong!

Is this kid trying to hitch a free flight or eyeing the free cafeteria at the bureau?

But then I thought about it again.

What evil intentions could a hapless guy who owes the mob $100,000 and is about to be dismembered have?

All they wanted was to survive.

Okay, that saves him the trouble of talking.

Stephen Chow pulled out a butcher knife and snapped the ropes on the missing man's body and the electric handcuffs on his wrists in two.

The vanished man rubbed his wrist, so excited he almost cried.

"Boss! From now on, you're like my father! Wherever you point, I'll fly!"

"Stop flattering me." Stephen Chow sheathed his knife. "Our department only looks at KPIs, we don't do personality cults."

The two walked out of the VIP room one after the other.

Passing through the casino lobby filled with wailing sounds, I had just reached the door of the billiards room when I saw a slug hiding behind a trash can.

The slug poked half its head out, looking at the two people who came out with some surprise: "That's it?!"

They've only been inside for a few minutes!

Stephen Chow straightened his suit and tie, looking completely calm.

"What? Is that so strange? These little bits of fish aren't even enough for me to warm up."

The slut said obsequiously, "Master Zhou is mighty! But why didn't this kid resist? You didn't use force, did you?"

"Use force? We're a legitimate organization; we believe in winning people over with virtue!"

"I, Zhou, am renowned for my domineering presence. The moment I unleash my power, this kid immediately bows down and begs to take the exam for a position in our bureau."

The vanished man nodded repeatedly beside him: "Yes, yes, yes! I volunteered! It's the greatest honor of my life to contribute to China's infrastructure!"

The slug swallowed hard. What the hell kind of mind-altering potion did they give him?

Zhou Xingxing glanced at the sky; time was still tight, and he still needed to find Gegebu and Storm Girl.

Bringing two people would be too conspicuous, and the space in this stolen... requisitioned Mustang isn't spacious enough.

"Alright, let's split up."

Zhou Xingxing pointed at the snot and said to the vanished man, "You, take this snot and go back to the invisible shuttle in the western suburbs and wait for me."

The vanished man patted his chest confidently: "No problem! Teleporting someone is a piece of cake for me! Where's the plane?"

Stephen Chow gave a rough coordinate.

When Snotty heard that she was going to separate from Stephen Chow, she was so moved that she almost cried.

Finally, I don't have to be with this jinx anymore!

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou! I promise to take good care of this new colleague!" Snotty said confidently.

Stephen Chow gave a cold laugh.

"You'd better not try anything funny."

"If I get back and don't see either of you..."

"I'll beat you until your nose is covered in snot and paste it on the walls of Los Angeles."

The slug shuddered and shook its head frantically.

The Vanisher grabbed the Slug by the shoulder.

"See you later, boss!"

"Bang!"

A soft popping sound came from the air, and the two figures disappeared from the spot.

Zhou Xingxing looked at the empty streets and pursed his lips.

Spatial teleportation, that ability is fucking useful.

From now on, I won't have to go to Fatty Wang's office to steal tea leaves myself.

He turned around, opened the door of the red Mustang, and got into the driver's seat.

Next target: chicken farm.

That unlucky guy, covered in transparent pink paraffin wax, and extremely flammable.

Gegebu!

Los Angeles traffic is as terrible as ever.

Stephen Chow drove his Mustang, weaving in and out of traffic.

After running three red lights in a row, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard from behind.

Why are these American police officers not cracking down on zero-dollar purchases, but instead spending all their time watching traffic violations?

After spending half an hour shaking off the police cars, Stephen Chow finally drove into the desolate area of ​​Los Angeles.

Ahead lay a dilapidated tin-roofed factory building.

A rusty sign hangs at the entrance, on which the words "Southern Brothers Broiler Chicken Farm" can be vaguely discerned.

Arrived.

Stephen Chow slammed on the brakes and parked the Mustang in a secluded spot by the roadside.

I opened the car door.

Instead of rushing inside, he pulled out a pair of tactical goggles from the dimensional box sponsored by Leonardo da Vinci.

This thing can see through simple thermal images.

It's a godsend for finding mutants like Gegebu, who exude a high-heat paraffin smell.

Stephen Chow put on his goggles and pressed the switch.

The scene before my eyes turned gray and white.

Most of the chicken farm was cold, but in the innermost row of chicken coops, there was a bright red heat source.

The temperature was like that of a freshly baked oven.

found it!

Stephen Chow took off his goggles and put them back into the dimensional box.

He casually pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Once we've dealt with this, all that's left is Storm."