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

As Stephen Chow entered the chicken farm, he was greeted by the overwhelming smell of chicken manure mixed with the sour stench of moldy feed.

The smell almost made him throw up all the barbecue he had for lunch.

Despite the unpleasant smell, Old Zhou went deep into the chicken coop, where a person was squatting.

Standing nearly two meters tall, the figure appeared eerily transparent pink in the dim light.

You can see even the bone fragments and internal organs inside clearly.

Gegebu.

Robert Herman.

Stephen Chow took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Before he could even light the fire, a blue and red flame rose up in the chicken coop.

That pink jelly set itself on fire!

The high temperature caused the surrounding hay to crackle and pop as it burned.

Gegebu walked out of the chicken coop, her eyes fixed on Zhou Xingxing.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! Take one more step and I'll burn you to ashes!"

"Don't get excited! Relax!" Stephen Chow raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender.

"We're on the same side! Old Cha recommended me!"

"Old Cha?"

"That's Charles! Professor X! The old man in the wheelchair with the cane!"

Stephen Chow immediately revealed his name: "That old man said you're hiding in the chicken coop every day, and he was worried you wouldn't even have enough to eat, so he specially sent me to check on you."

The hostility in Gegebu's eyes dissipated considerably.

The flames on his body slowly receded, and he returned to being that transparent pink chubby guy.

He scratched his bald head sheepishly.

"Did the professor send you? Is he alright now?"

Upon hearing this tone, Stephen Chow was secretly amused.

This kind of person is the easiest to fool!

"I'm fine, but I'm always nagging you runaway kids."

As Stephen Chow spoke, he moved closer.

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"Look at your surroundings," he said disdainfully, kicking aside a broken plastic bucket at his feet.

"You don't even have a place to stay, and you're just going to stay here like a homeless person?"

Gegebu lowered her head, her voice somewhat dejected: "They're all out there trying to catch us. Looking like this, I'll be treated like a monster wherever I go."

"Nobody comes here. And... I like raising chickens."

"It's great that you like raising chickens! That's your core competitive advantage!"

Gegebu looked completely bewildered.

What is core competitiveness?

"Brother, have you ever thought that all your skills are being wasted on this barren, capitalist land of America!"

"The people here are blind; they think you're a monster. But where we're from, you're a rare, specialized agricultural talent!"

Gegebu was stunned.

"Agricultural talent? Me?"

"yes!"

Stephen Chow leaned close to him and started talking nonsense.

"Think about it. Your body has a built-in thermoregulation system. You wouldn't even need an electric blanket to hatch chicks in winter!"

"Just squat down in the chicken coop, and it becomes a natural, fully automatic, temperature-controlled incubator!"

"Besides, you're extremely flammable. If the chicken farm loses power, you'll be a giant searchlight and heater just by standing there."

"Think of how much electricity this will save the farm!"

Gegebu was completely dumbfounded by this explanation.

In all his years, this was the first time he had ever heard anyone connect his mutant ability with hatching chicks.

"Then... what exactly do you want to do?" Gegebu stammered.

Stephen Chow chuckled.

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am Stephen Zhou, Director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office of the 749th Bureau of China."

"Come back to China with me. I'll approve a 50-acre plot of land for you! We'll build a large, modern chicken farm. You can raise white-feathered chickens if you want, or black-boned chickens if you want."

"Meals and accommodation included, weekends off, and all six types of insurance and two types of housing funds provided. Most importantly, safety!"

Gegebu's eyes widened in astonishment.

"A chicken farm of... fifty acres? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you!"

Stephen Chow pulled his phone directly from the inside pocket of his suit.

"Come on, talk is cheap. Let me show you the real lives of our employees."

He opened WeChat and found the chat box called "749 Bureau Overseas Talents Love and Relationships Group".

"Look at this."

Stephen Chow clicked on a video.

In the video, Wolverine is fishing by the river, with a black bear lying next to him.

"That old guy is now our excellent forest ranger!"

Stephen Chow swipes to the next video.

Inside was a toad-like figure, wearing a yellow hard hat and holding a certificate: "Master Mo. Technical Instructor at the Guizhou Tiankeng Construction Site!"

Gegebu was excited as he watched the images that Zhou Xingxing showed him one by one.

This is so dreamy!

"I'll go!" Gegebu grabbed Zhou Xingxing's hand. "As long as I can raise chickens, I'll sell my life to you!"

Old Zhou casually shook off his sticky hand: "We are a legitimate company, and we have signed a formal labor contract."

This KPI came too easily, didn't it?

If you offer a grand promise or a basic human right, these guys will be ready to give you their whole heart.

Stephen Chow happily pulled out the contract.

"Just press your fingerprint."

"No need to sign any confidentiality agreement, just apply some red clay."

Gegebu obediently did as instructed.

"Done!" Stephen Chow put the contract into the dimensional box.

"By the way, Old Cha said Storm Ororo is also in Los Angeles. She's a top talent. We're exactly in need of a big shot like her who can handle any situation."

"If you'd like, how about we go find her together? She's an X-Men member too, you should know her, right?"

Gegebu nodded repeatedly: "Familiar! Of course we're familiar! Storm is currently in the lawless slums of Los Angeles."

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up.

The information matched! That snotty kid really didn't dare lie to me.

"Then let's not stand there anymore, let's go!"

"But if I go out like this, I'll definitely be watched by the police or Stryker's men."

Stephen Chow slapped his forehead, opened the dimensional box and started rummaging through it, quickly finding a black waterproof and rainproof cloth.

"Here, put this on! Cover your head up properly."

Gegebu obediently put the waterproof cloth over her body, leaving only her eyes showing.

Stephen Chow led the giant man in black out of the chicken farm and into the red Mustang.

As soon as Gegebu squeezed into the passenger seat, the chassis almost touched the ground.

Stephen Chow stepped on the gas, and the Mustang wobbled and sped toward the East Side of Los Angeles.

Inside the train carriage, Gegebu was still dreaming about the future: "Director Zhou, can I raise 20,000 chickens on fifty acres of land?"

"Twenty thousand is nothing! As long as you're willing to work hard, the bureau will apply for a science and technology-driven agriculture project for you, and they'll approve a piece of barren mountain for you to become a farm owner!"

Gegebu chuckled foolishly, "That's wonderful. China is wonderful."

Stephen Chow gripped the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked out the window at the dilapidated and desolate streetscape of Los Angeles, shaking his head involuntarily.

American capitalists treat these kinds of employees—work like their lives depend on it, and can create surplus value for you as long as you give them a piece of land—like wanted criminals, chasing them all over the streets.

Are these people's brains filled with American-style paste?!

You deserve to have your industries hollowed out!