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

Dark clouds drifted across the night sky, and the background music continued.

Storm held up her phone, which was playing music, her head buzzing.

She looked at Stephen Chow posing in front of her, her mind filled with questions.

What kind of time is this? Do they need background music for fighting?

You really know how to make a grand entrance.

Agent Zero still didn't draw his gun, his eyes fixed on the Chinese man a dozen meters away.

The hand holding the gun was very steady.

As a top-tier assassin who has undergone countless trials, his breathing has become one with the surrounding night wind.

But he dared not fire.

The man opposite him was full of openings.

His posture was slouching, and his suit jacket was unbuttoned.

But in Agent Zero's eyes, this was the most deadly trap.

"There's no murderous intent."

Agent Zero's heart was racing.

An assassin who doesn't even have a murderous aura is either a dead man or a monster that has transcended human understanding!

He stared at Stephen Chow.

Try to find even a fraction of a second of pre-attack animation in the opponent's muscle twitches.

No!

Absolutely not!

Only the tie fluttering in the wind proved that he was still alive!

On the other side...

Stephen Chow stared at Agent Zero with the same expressionless face. Seeing that the other guy didn't even blink for a long time, he really wanted to ask this guy if his eyes were dry and if he needed some eye drops.

But he couldn't say it out loud; if he did, the carefully cultivated air of expertise he had created would immediately crumble.

Even so, he was cursing inwardly.

It's tiring to pose like this by myself!

Why isn't that bastard with the gun on the other side firing? How am I supposed to show off and get a kill if you don't fire?

You delayed my midnight snack time. Believe me or not, I'll slice you up and use you as fertilizer!

Stephen Chow was internally ranting and raving.

In order to maintain the prestigious image of Bureau 749 overseas, he had no choice but to put on a brave face.

On the surface, he still maintained that arrogant and aloof demeanor.

Finally, the Wild West's whistles broke the silence of the night, bringing the night to a climax.

This is a signal.

Agent Zero has moved.

Draw the gun, load it, and fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

The gun muzzle spewed out a scorching tongue of fire, and the specially made armor-piercing bullet, accompanied by a deathly shriek, headed straight for Stephen Chow's forehead.

fast.

Extremely fast.

But Stephen Chow was not slow either; he simply flicked his wrist at his waist.

No one saw him draw his sword; two fierce, cold glints flashed across the night sky.

"Whoosh!"

The first throwing knife collided precisely with the specially designed armor-piercing bullet in mid-air.

"Ding!"

A sharp, piercing sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The high-speed spinning bullet was actually cleaved in two evenly from the very center by that thin throwing knife!

The spent fragments of the bullet grazed Stephen Chow's cheek and nearly hit Storm behind him.

The second throwing knife followed closely behind, piercing through the distance of space, completely ignoring Agent Zero's abnormal dynamic vision.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered.

Agent Zero grunted, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

The throwing knife pierced his right forearm, where he was holding the gun, with perfect accuracy.

Storm exclaimed "Wow!"

That's Agent Zero!

Split a bullet with a throwing knife?

Agent Zero, clutching his bleeding arm, stared coldly at Zhou Xingxing. He recognized the vast difference in their strength and judged that continuing the fight would surely lead to his death.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and decisively disappeared into the darkness.

Stephen Chow pursed his lips and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"You ran pretty fast, you're lucky to be alive."

He turned around and walked towards Storm, who was still in a daze.

I grabbed my phone back and turned off the music.

"Done. These little punks think they can stop China from attracting overseas talent?"

Storm, as if waking from a daze, stammered, "Are you...are you alright?"

The scene she just witnessed was so shocking that her mind was still somewhat blank.

"A mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about."

Storm paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Stephen Chow's profile.

"But...your ear is bleeding."

"Um?"

Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow.

bleed?

He subconsciously reached out and touched his right ear.

Agent Zero's first shot was aimed at his own heart, and the second at his head.

The throwing knife cleaved the first bullet in two, but his second knife missed his second shot.

I noticed the path and tilted my head slightly. Did I not completely dodge it?

When Stephen Chow brought his hand up to his eyes, he saw that it was red—it really was blood.

Stephen Chow, who had been calm and collected and exuded an air of superiority, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"No way! This is a huge loss! We need to pay more!"

"This is a work injury! A serious work injury! We have to go back and get $10,000 in compensation from Fatty Wang for emotional distress!"

and many more!

Stephen Chow glanced at Storm, who looked bewildered and guilty, and a perfect script flashed through his mind.

Without time to hesitate, he rolled his eyes.

With a strange cry of "Wah—", he fell straight backward.

"thump!"

Storm was startled and rushed over in a panic.

"Hey! Wake up!"

She couldn't hold back her tears when she saw the tiny scratch on Stephen Chow's ear that even a band-aid seemed unnecessary.

Is this the legendary Achilles' heel of Eastern masters?

Is it possible for even a minor cut to cause one's internal energy to flow backward and lead to demonic possession?

Did his Dao heart shatter on the spot?

Just when Storm was at a loss.

"Sizzle!!!"

A red Mustang sports car drove up and loaded itself onto a roadside trash can.

A figure, entirely transparent pink, stumbled and squeezed its way out.

"Chief! Chief Stephen!"

Upon seeing Zhou Xingxing lying on the ground, Gegebu screamed in terror, "What happened?! Who did this?! Who killed our Director of the Importation Office?!"

He was truly panicked. His 50-acre modern chicken farm hadn't even been built yet, so how could the leader have fallen?

The sky has fallen!

Storm recognized the pink jelly-like monster that had suddenly appeared.

"Robert?"

Gegebu was taken aback, and only then did he see the woman next to him clearly.

"Teacher Ororo? What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry about me, he was seriously injured and passed out while saving me!" Storm pointed urgently at Stephen Chow on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Gegebu was moved to tears.

"Director Stephen is such a good man! He would risk his life for us!"

"Quick! Ms. Ororo, give me a hand! Let's lift him into the car and get him to the doctor right away!"

Storm nodded, and the two of them, one on each side, lifted Stephen Chow and dragged him toward the red Mustang.

Stephen Chow closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, and let the two of them drag him along.

He secretly rejoiced.

That's it.

Now Storm Girl, an SSR-level employee, is completely bound to me!

This staged accident was incredibly profitable!

Gegebu roughly pulled open the back door of the Mustang.

"One, two, three! Let's go!"

"Bang!"

Stephen Chow was shoved into the back seat by the two men, his head hitting the car window.

Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched slightly, even with his eyes closed.

I'll put up with it for the sake of my year-end KPIs!

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I posted the character introductions in the book circle. I don't know if everyone can see them. If not, I will start filling in the character settings from the comments section.