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

The wild horse bumped along the uneven, broken road.

The vehicle's chassis would occasionally scrape against protruding rocks, producing a screeching sound.

The pink, transparent jelly-like person was still crammed into the passenger seat, chattering incessantly.

So excited that the undigested hamburger crumbs in my stomach were clearly visible.

"Director Zhou! Fifty acres is too big! Could I raise some ducks too? Ducks lay eggs quickly, and I know how to hatch ducklings!"

"keep!"

"Don't even mention ducks, if you wanted to raise penguins or rent a pond to be your own owner, I could rent you a plot of land!"

"Our bureau's main focus is on the all-round development of cross-disciplinary talents. As long as you dare to dream, the whole of China is your stage to realize your dreams! Let's grow bigger and stronger, and create new glories!"

"If you could get a model worker award, I'd go to the bureau chief's office all night and throw a tantrum to get you a three-bedroom apartment!"

Gegebu was overjoyed, and a silly grin appeared on his transparent face, where even his bones were clearly visible.

The scene is a bit creepy.

Think about it!

A transparent skeleton is smiling at you!

Gegebu had no idea what Zhou Xingxing was thinking; he felt that he had wasted the first half of his life.

Brotherhood and X-Men are all just makeshift organizations that trick honest people into working for free!

If you win, you get no prize money; if you lose, you're sent for biopsy analysis.

Director Stephen is a true talent scout!

"I knew working for the government was a million times better than being a wanted criminal."

"That's right! Working for those wicked capitalists is nowhere near as good as having a secure job like ours!"

Just as Stephen Chow was pondering whether to paint him a picture of a large-scale pig farmer, his eyes sharpened, and he slammed on the brakes with his right foot.

Gegebu's massive body nearly shattered the windshield.

"What's wrong? Did you get caught speeding by the traffic police?"

Shh, there's a noise.

Stephen Chow tilted his head and his ears twitched slightly.

A dense barrage of gunfire came from afar, rhythmic and suppressed; judging from the firepower, it was the standard firing rate of a tactical squad.

There was also thunder.

Old Zhou checked the weather forecast; it's so cold in Los Angeles these days that not even a drop of rain will fall.

Looking up, a small patch of dark cloud suddenly appeared in the night sky, making the hairs on Stephen Chow's arms stand on end.

Old Zhou narrowed his eyes, and a name flashed through his mind.

Storm!

Who the hell has the audacity to steal his KPI?!

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!

Obstructing recruitment is an unforgivable crime!

"Stay in the car and lock the doors!"

Gegebu panicked, looking through the car window at the distant flames, "Are those mutants being beaten?"

"That's my bonus for this year getting beaten up! Anyone who dares to mess with my employees, I'll chop them up into dumpling filling today!"

Zhou Xingxing crouched down, lowered his breathing, and quickly moved closer in the direction of the gunshot.

He had just turned a corner when the scene before him infuriated him.

In the open space ahead, seven or eight fully armed men in black were attacking a woman with white hair and dark skin.

Storm, Ororo Monroe.

She was summoning a raging wind to block bullets with flying sand and stones, her left hand hanging limply, blood dripping from her fingertips.

Stephen Chow's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the back of the men in black.

He was a man wearing a tactical vest, with short hair and a cold gaze.

He knew this guy.

David North, Agent Zero.

Stryker's ace sniper.

This guy's dynamic vision is ridiculously abnormal; he can even see how many leg hairs a fly has when it flies by. He's practically a human-shaped, self-propelled 8x scope.

It's easy to guess that the piercing wound on Storm's hand was definitely caused by that bastard shooting her from the shadows.

It's Stryker's guy again. Is that bastard some kind of clingy leech?

Why is he always causing trouble everywhere?

Old Zhou's anger was rising. He could tolerate those bastards doing experiments every day.

Now they're going straight to the streets and carrying out kidnappings?

Isn't this blatant disrespect for the Overseas Talent Introduction Office of China, treating its recruitment brochure like a piece of waste paper and trampling it underfoot?

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a wrist struck down, and the unfortunate soldier who misjudged the situation was electrocuted, his body charred and black smoke billowing out.

But Agent Zero simply turned slightly to the side and dodged the lightning strike.

He expressionlessly drew a large-caliber, specially made pistol, locking the sights onto Storm's head, preparing for a physical exorcism.

Storm was panting heavily, her face grim.

If this drags on any longer, this meteorological expert might really die here.

Stephen Chow spat out his cigarette butt, focused his mind, and darted out of the shadows in the blink of an eye.

"who!"

Agent Zero's abnormal dynamic vision caught the high-speed moving afterimage the moment Lao Zhou appeared.

But Stephen Chow had already charged into the mob like a tiger among sheep.

Let's get started!

Knife fall!

There are no fancy moves; they're all practical, butchering techniques used in the market, emphasizing simplicity.

Zhou Xingxing forcefully channeled his inner energy along the back of the knife into the nerve centers of those henchmen.

Those fully armed guys collapsed to the ground, their eyes rolling back as they turned into brain-damaged fools who could only laugh stupidly.

Internal energy rushing to the brain, a fool will live to a ripe old age.

Get it done.

Stephen Chow brandished his butcher knife, twirled it, and placed it in front of Storm.

Storm, clutching her bleeding arm, looked warily at the Chinese man who had appeared out of nowhere.

She was certain she had never seen a superhero dressed like an unlicensed real estate agent before.

"Who are you?"

Old Zhou straightened his black suit tie and struck a dashing pose: "The Chaoyang District Neighborhood Committee is delivering warmth."

Agent Zero took two steps back and gripped his gun tightly.

He knew this person too; Stephen Chow, the man Stryker had issued a kill order against.

He really came...

The intelligence was accurate.

Agent Zero had no intention of leaving, and the assassin had no intention of retreating.

He holstered the pistol and lowered his center of gravity slightly as he moved his fingers.

Those eyes were calculating Stephen Chow's muscle reactions and dodging routes.

Stephen Chow sneered, "Is this how you want to play the game?"

He twirled the butcher knife in his hand and sheathed it, then unbuttoned his suit jacket, lifted the hem, and placed his hand on the throwing knife.

Then, Lao Zhou took out his phone with his other hand, opened the music player, and played a background music track he had treasured for a long time:

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The whistling of a Outlaw echoed across the clearing.

"Could you please help me carry the speaker?" After saying that, he shoved his phone into the hands of the bewildered Storm behind him.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and a few scraps of newspaper on the ground swirled between the two of them.

The two stood facing each other, a dozen meters apart, creating a tense and tense atmosphere.

Just like those cowboy duel scenes in old Western movies.

Stephen Chow squinted his eyes.

He was waiting for the other side to fire; the moment the bullet left the barrel would be the moment of witnessing a miracle.

"Watch closely, this slash is going to be really cool."