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

The cabin lights came on.

Storm sat in the driver's seat, staring at the rows of complex instrument panels.

She had piloted this fighter jet countless times, soaring through the clouds.

Now, this machine, which carries her memories of many years, has reappeared because of this Chinese man.

"Don't just stand there." Stephen Chow got into the passenger seat. "You drive this thing."

Storm glanced at his right ear.

There was a children's band-aid with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on it at some point.

Not a single drop of blood seeped out.

Is this what you call a serious injury?

With the engines roaring, the shuttle slowly ascended into the air.

Storm set the flight path and confirmed that autopilot had taken over before removing her left hand from the joystick.

Stephen Chow pulled a first-aid kit from under the seat and took out sterile gauze and medical alcohol.

"Give me your hand."

"Do you know how to treat gunshot wounds?"

"I used to see a lot of knife marks when I sold pork. Don't worry! I'm a professional."

Zhou Xingxing did not pour alcohol directly into the penetrating wound, but only wiped away the blood around the wound, and then pressed thick gauze over the two wounds.

"Bear with it. The bullet went through, but didn't hit the bone. Stop the bleeding first, we'll deal with it when we get back to the academy."

As Zhou Xingxing spoke, he secured the gauze with a bandage, finally tying a tight and neat knot.

However, that knot looks exactly like a packaging rope for pig's trotters.

In the back row, Gegebu huddled in his chair, chuckling to himself, still lost in his dream of a fifty-acre chicken farm.

Slug leaned against the bulkhead, dozing off, while the Vanisher kept staring at the back of Stephen Chow's head with a perfectly timed ingratiating smile on his face.

Stephen Chow leaned back in his seat, casually placed his shoes on the edge of the control panel, and secretly rejoiced.

Gegebu has already pressed his fingerprint.

Once the missing person returns and completes the formalities, they are considered officially employed.

Storm hasn't agreed yet, but the fact that people are willing to go back to the academy at least means there's room for discussion.

A modern aquaculture expert, a strategic logistics expert, and a top candidate in meteorological agriculture.

As long as the individual's wishes are respected and the job benefits and work boundaries are clearly discussed, this trip to Los Angeles will not have been in vain!

Zhou Xingxing was getting happier and happier, and he had almost finished writing his speech for the year-end award for outstanding individuals in his mind.

At that time, Wolverine will be standing on the left, Storm on the right, and a row of overseas talents wearing employee badges will be behind them.

Anyone who sees this must praise the remarkable effectiveness of Huaxia's employment placement work.

Long Neck: The Clown is Me

The shuttle glided smoothly through the night sky for a while.

"We've arrived," Storm said softly.

The shuttle began to decelerate and descend.

Below, the outline of the Xavier's Academy ruins gradually became clear under the moonlight.

The invisible coating has faded.

"Bang!"

The landing gear landed on the ground, the hatch popped open, and Lao Zhou was the first to step out.

It had just begun to emerge.

A figure dressed in red and black suddenly appeared.

Deadpool was dragging something that looked like a sack. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Muller, who had been beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"Godfather! You're finally back!"

Deadpool threw Muller to the ground and danced with excitement.

"I was so bored that I even found out how many times he wet the bed as a child! That's pretty good, isn't it?"

"When will my employment status with the neighborhood committee be finalized? Will they issue my work uniform tomorrow? I want a red one!"

Stephen Chow waved his hand dismissively.

"No problem, no problem. As long as the political background check goes smoothly, you'll get all the social insurance and housing fund benefits."

The beast also came out of the house at this moment, "Auroro..."

Storm looked tenderly at her former comrade-in-arms. "Hank, it's been a long time."

The two went up and hugged each other.

Watching this touching scene, Gegebu's transparent face began to shed tears again.

Beast and Storm embraced, while Gegeb stood by wiping away tears, and Deadpool chattered incessantly around Mueller, whose hands were tied behind his back.

Old friends reunite, new couples await signing contracts, and everyone is filled with joy.

Everyone's attention was focused on Storm and the Beast; only the Vanisher ignored them.

After getting off the plane, he quietly took half a step and stood right behind Slug, his gaze lingering briefly on Muller on the ground.

That ingratiating, fawning smile disappeared.

With a flick of his wrist, the Vanisher conjured a strangely shaped tactical triangular dagger into his palm. He then thrust it into the slug's back, twisting his wrist halfway around.

"Pfft!"

The slug still had a big smile on its face, and the spikes with blood grooves had already emerged from its chest.

Fresh blood sprayed onto Gegebu's body along the metal groove.

The vanished man released his dagger, and his figure blurred.

Stephen Chow's pupils contracted, and he reached his right hand behind his waist.

But it was too late.

The air crackled, and the vanished figure appeared right next to Muller.

"You dare!"

The Tianshan Cold Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife flew from his hand, its snow-white blade light traversing the open ground, grazing the afterimage of the vanished figure and embedding itself diagonally into the ground.

Just before the butcher's knife was about to touch him, the vanished man grabbed Muller's shoulder.

The two disappeared.

All that remained on the ground was the still slightly trembling butcher knife and a pool of steaming blood.

"thump."

The slug fell forward, blood and foam gushing out of the bloody hole in its chest.

Everything happened too fast, from the vanished man's sneak attack to his teleportation escape with Muller.

The entire process takes less than a second.

Deadpool pulled out his knife and slashed wildly in the air, yelling, "Where are they?! Where are my hostages who served as my pledge of allegiance?!"

Zhou Xingxing rushed to the snotty-nosed man's side, pressed his palm against the bloody hole in his chest, and poured his inner energy into his body without reservation.

The three-edged thorn pierced through the heart and lungs, and the surrounding blood vessels and organs were completely crushed.

Snotty stared at Stephen Chow, his lips moved with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word before a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

Before he could utter a single word, his pupils lost focus.

Stephen Chow's hand was still pressed on the wound, and warm blood oozed from between his fingers.

Deadpool's curses and Gegebu's cries all turned into a blurry buzzing sound.

Only then did everything that had happened begin to connect in Stephen Chow's mind.

An abnormally weak gatekeeper.

An underground casino where even guns can't be fired steadily.

A spatial ability user who can call him by name the first time they meet.

There's also the offer of free meals and accommodation, employee ID, and social security, which the other party proactively mentioned.

He clearly sensed that something was wrong.

But he was in a hurry to save people and complete the recruitment, and in the end he used the excuse that "the unlucky guy just wants to live" to justify all the abnormalities.

Silver Peak doesn't need a direct assault on X Academy.

All they need to do is arrange for a spatial ability user who can gain their trust to personally bring the person to Mueller.

Zhou Xingxing looked down at the bloodless face, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

This greedy, cowardly, and utterly deceitful bastard was begging for mercy in a motel just hours ago, but now, because he believed him, he's dying right in front of him.