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

Ling Lingwu put the coffee cup on the table, rubbed his shiny bald head, pulled out a chair and stood up.

"Alright, I won't stay here and be a third wheel. Those bastards from Yinfeng are hiding well; I still have to go dig up their ancestral graves."

Stephen Chow raised his eyelids and glanced at the bald man.

The old man's tone today was smug, like he'd just dug up a big juicy piece of gossip.

Someone who's usually so stingy that they'd chew up even a single tea leaf before swallowing it, is actually willing to pay for coffee today?

"What are you smelling now?"

"Hey Pork Boy, Second Brother, let me tell you something weird."

Ling Lingwu lowered his voice, leaning halfway over the table: "The board of directors at Yinfeng, on the surface they look respectable, but they're just white gloves pushed out to take the fall. The real mastermind isn't even on that list!"

"Not the board of directors?"

"That's right!"

"It's said to be a woman, but she never shows her face. When the higher-ups mention her, they only dare to respectfully call her 'Madam.' Nobody knows what she looks like, and nobody knows what she's after."

Miss?

Stephen Chow scoffed.

Do villains these days all like to create this mysterious persona?

And she calls herself "Lady," does she think she's a VIP customer of some high-end brand?

These bosses who never show their faces are usually fraudsters who abscond with the money and are wanted by the Economic Crime Investigation Department. What are they pretending to be?

"I'll follow this lead and dig deep, I'll expose every single detail about her!"

Zhou Xingxing nodded: "Okay. Be careful, don't get so caught up in investigating the case that you lose the receipts for the lavish meals. If you get back to China, Anton from the finance department will tear you apart."

"Mind your own business!" Ling Lingwu got up and left the coffee shop.

As he passed the bar, he didn't forget to casually stuff the half-used pack of napkins on the table into his pocket.

Zhou Xingxing turned his head and looked at Ling Ling Er, who was still looking down at a 45-degree angle.

His old black top hat was pulled low, and the shadow of the brim just covered his eyes.

From beginning to end, this guy's breathing rate never changed, and his whole body exuded an affected air of "I am lonely, I am handsome, and ordinary people should not disturb me".

Seeing his expression, Stephen Chow felt a little itchy to punch him.

Why are you pretending to be a cold-blooded killer in this shabby coffee shop in broad daylight?

Anyone who didn't know better would think you had a neck injury from cervical spondylosis!

"Second brother," Zhou Xingxing tapped the table, "when are you leaving for the rooftop?"

"Now."

Zhou Xingxing's eye twitched: "Can you stop pretending?"

Ling Ling Er ignored the sarcastic remark, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards the back door of the coffee shop, leaving only a light, fleeting remark in the air.

"I don't like making people wait, especially dead people."

Stephen Chow gave him the middle finger as he walked away.

……

Shipyard.

B5 floor, laboratory.

Muller lay on the ground, his right wrist severed at the root, and his left leg gone from the knee.

The cut wasn't even bandaged, leaving the life force to flow away with the blood.

Muller took a deep breath of fresh air, his eyes fixed on the expressionless man in front of him.

David North.

Agent Zero!

"I've told you everything... I've told you everything I know! Please, please, plead with the lady for me!"

Agent Zero looked down at him, his tone devoid of emotion: "The lady is very dissatisfied that you didn't choose to commit suicide immediately after being captured."

Upon hearing this, Müller trembled violently.

He was well aware of the mysterious woman's ways.

At Silver Peak, failing a mission is not the worst thing; losing your usefulness is the real hell!

He doesn't want to die!

He had only lived in the large villa he had just bought on Long Island for a few days, and he still had millions of dollars in his overseas account that he hadn't spent!

His intense will to survive made him forget the pain of his severed limbs; Muller screamed hoarsely, trying to grasp at the last straw:

"Spare my life! I'm still useful! I've figured out Stephen Chow's logic! Give me a small team, and I can retrieve the key! I can make money for the company, and I can handle those bloodsuckers in Congress!"

Agent Zero stood silently in place, his face expressionless.

There was no interruption or response.

Only when Mueller's voice cracked from shouting did Agent Zero draw his pistol.

"Bang!"

Muller had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and the back of his head had exploded, splattering his brains all over the ground.

He didn't look at it for long, skillfully put the pistol back into its holster, and stood there in a daze.

His pupils flashed with a dense stream of green data.

"Target confirmed."

"Agents from Bureau 749 of China have entered the attack range."

"Attack permitted."

……

Brooklyn Naval Shipyard.

This area was once a historic industrial park on the East River in New York City, where massive steel warships that threatened the world were built.

Today, it has been transformed into an innovative park for technology and film production.

But no one could have imagined that the Silver Peak Consortium's filthy underground organ cloning and mutant experiments were hidden beneath this facade of industrial revival.

At the main entrance, four burly men in black security uniforms were patrolling.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The security captain raised his submachine gun, pointing it into the thick fog: "Who goes there?! This is private property. Get out of here immediately, or you'll be shot!"

The fog was dispersed by the night wind.

Stephen Chow, with a crumpled cigarette dangling from his lips and wearing a black suit specially made by Vincent, approached the security team, holding a red-tasseled spear upside down in his hand.

The sudden change in style almost gave the four security guards on the other side a herniated disc.

Stephen Chow stopped ten steps away and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Good evening, fellow slackers who aren't eager to leave work."

"My name is Stephen Zhou. Following reports from the public, it has been found that your illegal buildings are in serious violation of fire safety regulations."

"Today, on behalf of the Chaoyang District Residents' Committee..."

Old Zhou swung his arm, and the red-tasseled spear flashed in mid-air, pointing directly at the security captain.

"They've come to carry out a forced demolition!"

The security captain's brain went blank for a second.

In that very second, Stephen Chow moved.

The red-tasseled spear transformed into lightning, its strike as swift as a dragon!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The four fully armed security guards felt a chill run down their spines and collapsed to the ground in unison.

Stephen Chow holstered his gun and stood up, flicking away the blood droplets from the tip.

"I already told you it's a forced demolition, why are you still standing here doing nothing?"

He walked over to the fallen security captain, fumbled around for a while, and then took out the alarm and pressed it.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—waaaah!"

The alarm blared through the shipyard's night sky.

"Come on! Let's hurt each other!"

Stephen Chow loosened his tie, entered the park without hesitation, and rushed into the Donghe Freight Terminal with his gun.

Ahead were rows of massive shipping containers, all part of the Silver Peak Group's logistics camouflage.

"The first rule of illegal construction is encroaching on the road for business!"

With a roar, Stephen Chow delivered a powerful kick to the outermost shipping container.

"Clang!"

The entire enclosure flew more than ten meters and crashed into the power distribution station behind it.

"Article Two of the Illegal Construction Regulations: Unauthorized Construction!"

He swung his red-tasseled spear, its crimson light sweeping across the massive gantry crane dozens of meters high beside him.

The gantry crane, having lost its balance, collapsed with a crash, directly crippling half of the logistics plant.

"High-risk intruders have appeared in Area C!"

"Hurry! Bring out heavy firepower! Seal off all exits!"

Stephen Chow stood atop the ruins, chuckled, and beckoned with his index finger.