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

Chapter 17 The chip is hidden...

Number One stepped forward with his left leg, pressing his body down in front of Stephen Chow, and stabbed three times with his left hand.

It targets the heart, throat, and brow.

Stephen Chow stepped back and threw his severed arm on the ground.

He raised his left hand, and three throwing knives appeared in his palm.

With a soft "poof".

The first throwing knife was driven into the center of Number One's forehead, while the other two were driven into his eyes.

Qianchong's body stiffened instantly, and he crashed.

Number One raised his left hand to try to remove the throwing knife, but Stephen Chow had already flashed in front of him.

"Don't pull it out, it looks better inserted, it's symmetrical!"

He raised the butcher knife high and slashed from head to toe in one stroke.

The body of Number One split open along its midline, and the two halves crashed to the ground, crushing a section of the floor.

Electrical wires, complex muscle bundles, and reinforced skeletons were scattered around, and an unidentified green liquid flowed through the cracks.

"Is he...dead?"

Stephen Chow crouched down and used the tip of his knife to probe the still twitching tissue in Number One's chest.

"If he doesn't die by now, I suggest Stryker switch careers and start selling health supplements."

"I've already thought of some GG lyrics for him. They can be broken in half but still move, and they won't cause internal heat if you eat them."

Polaris's eyes twitched; she wanted to laugh but felt it would be inappropriate to laugh out loud in this situation.

So she tried to hold back, but well, she couldn't.

Stephen Chow turned his head.

"Comrade Xiao Luo, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at how frighteningly stable your mental state is."

"Of course."

Stephen Chow stood up and brushed the dust off his white suit.

"Back when I was selling pork at the market, I had to deal with thirty middle-aged women haggling over the price every day."

"Everyone keeps saying they're struggling financially and asking me to buy them a couple of pork ribs; that's real psychological warfare."

The soft-serve ice cream chimed in quietly.

"You just cut him up."

"Um."

Aren't you scared?

Stephen Chow pondered for a moment.

"Afraid."

The soft-serve ice cream breathed a sigh of relief; he was finally acting a bit more normally.

The next second, Stephen Chow squatted down and disassembled the other leg of Number One.

"I'm afraid of wasting it. This material can be sold... no, it can be used for research."

This person is beyond saving.

Stephen Chow took out his phone and took a few photos of the No. 1 wreckage.

After taking notes, he turned to the North Star.

"By the way, that guy said you have a tracking chip on you, do you remember where it is?"

"I was given medication when I was arrested, and my whole body ached when I woke up, so I can't remember anything."

"You can't remember something this important?"

"I was strapped to the operating table at the time, are you expecting me to write a post-operative reflection?"

Okay, okay, don't get agitated.

Stephen Chow raised his hands.

"When you get emotional, the water pipes in the whole building will be damaged."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll twist your belt buckle into an earring!"

Stephen Chow clutched his waist.

"Calm down. This belt buckle is one of the most expensive accessories I own. I bought it at the wholesale market, and the shopkeeper said it has Italian origins."

The soft-serve ice cream raises its hand to ask a question.

"Italian ancestry?"

Stephen Chow nodded seriously.

"The boss's surname is Li, and his nickname is Dali."

Polaris began to seriously doubt why she had gone with this man.

The problem is that this man has just split Number One in two and is indeed capable of taking her away from the United States, which makes her feel complicated.

Stephen Chow circled around her once.

"Shouldn't you be able to sense the locator yourself?"

"I'm in a very bad state right now."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Stephen Chow reached out and grabbed Lorna's wrist.

Polaris's body stiffened.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move, I'll use my qi to circle around and help you find the foreign object."

"Be serious."

"I'm known for being a very serious person."

Stephen Chow placed two fingers on Lorna's wrist, and a warm current flowed into her body.

Lorna's shoulders tensed up; the feeling was strange—not painful, but tingly.

Starting from the wrist, go up, through the arm, around the shoulder and back, and continue down.

"Can you hurry up?"

"Don't rush me."

Stephen Chow kept his mouth shut, unusually refraining from making jokes.

Stryker's positioning chip might have used antimagnetic materials, otherwise Little Luo would have sensed it much sooner.

Antimagnetism does not mean non-existence; if there are extra hard lumps in the human body, the abnormality can be detected by airflow.

The air seemed to travel down his spine, and Polaris trembled.

"stop!"

Stephen Chow opened his eyes, his expression complex.

Lorna's heart sank.

"Where?"

Stephen Chow coughed.

"This spot, I guess..."

"Just tell me!"

"right."

"Which way is it?"

"Back..."

Stephen Chow reluctantly added a sentence.

"Right buttocks."

There was a three-second silence in the room.

Polaris's face changed from white to red, and then from red to black.

Stephen Chow spoke earnestly.

"Now that we're taking it out, take off your pants."

With a crisp slap, a hand landed on Stephen Chow's face.

Stephen Chow looked aggrieved.

"This is medical advice."

"Say it again?"

"I apologize, my wording was imprecise. It should be called 'partially exposing the affected area.' You can retain your dignity."

Polaris raised his hand, and the broken lamp stand next to him flew up, its tip pointing at Zhou Xingxing.

"I'll make sure you retain your dignity forever!"

The soft-serve ice cream quickly rushed over to stop her.

"Don't be impulsive! If we don't retrieve the chip, Stryker will send more people!"

Stephen Chow covered his face and muttered to himself.

"Don't hit someone in the face! I make a living with my looks!"

The North Star is extremely angry.

"You make a living off your looks?"

"Yes, many of the aunties at the market buy my pork because they think I look melancholy."

The soft-serve ice cream almost burst out laughing.

Polaris's hands trembled with anger, but she remained rational and knew that the chip had to be removed.

Stryker has located him; Number One is dead, and there will only be bigger trouble to come.

The soft-serve ice cream suddenly raised its hand.

"I have an idea."

They both looked at her at the same time.

"Cover it with a cloth, cut a small hole only at the chip location, and let Sister Lorna lie down so that only a small part is exposed."

Stephen Chow clapped his hands.

"Great idea!"

Polaris turned and glared at him.

Stephen Chow said seriously.

"What I mean is that this plan fully embodies humanistic care and medical standards, protects patient privacy, and deserves to be included in the unit's emergency manual."

"If you dare to look around, I'll weld all your zippers shut."

Stephen Chow turned around and stood facing the wall.

"I swear, I, Ling Lingqi, have been in the underworld for many years, relying on my personal charm and professional skills, and I would never take advantage of women."

The soft-serve ice cream opened its mouth quietly.

"You just said her legs are suitable for working at heights."

"That's necessary for work!"

Two minutes later, Soft Ice Cream pulled out an old bed sheet from the bedroom.

Stephen Chow pinched the corner.

"How long has it been since these sheets were washed?"

The soft-serve ice cream blushed.

"I don't have money to go to the laundromat lately."

Stephen Chow composed himself.

"It's alright. We'll live a simple and frugal life. Once you start working, there will be a washing machine in your company dormitory. If you perform well, I'll apply for a dryer."

The soft-serve ice cream was stunned, then hugged the bed sheet and remained silent.

Polaris stood at the bedroom door with a grim expression.

"Anyone who dares to laugh at me, I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

Stephen Chow raised his hand.

"Don't laugh."

The soft-serve ice cream nodded in agreement.

"Don't laugh."

Three seconds later, Stephen Chow added a sentence.

"Unless you can't help it."

"Stephen Chow!"

"I was wrong!"

A few minutes later, the sheet was laid flat and the small holes were cut.