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

The night wind carried the smell of gunpowder.

Flames soared into the sky over the eastern section of the shipyard, with explosions coming one after another.

Ling Ling Er, who wasn't wearing a top hat, stood in the shadows, gazing into the distance.

This little pork cub was supposed to draw the fire from the front, but he's made such a commotion.

But that's fine too; the more chaotic it gets, the more flaws there will be.

A large number of security personnel were rushing towards Xiaoqi, leaving the headquarters building of Yinfeng Biopharmaceuticals as an undefended empty shell.

Should we go through the main entrance?

That's something a brute would do.

Ling Ling Er's figure swayed, and she fell to the ground like a black leaf.

He reached the ventilation shaft at the back of the building and pulled out a wire.

With a click, the electronic lock was opened.

He slipped inside and followed the pipe downwards.

They could hear the subtle sounds coming from every floor of the building.

Ling Ling Er descended along the pipeline and landed silently in the outer passage leading to the underground base.

There were three armed guards left behind in front.

They were holding guns, nervously watching the surveillance screen at the end of the corridor.

"Damn it, how many people are coming from the east? A whole regiment?" "Whatever, just don't come this far..."

They were completely unaware that a killing god had appeared behind them.

Ling Ling Er didn't even bother to slow down or hide herself.

The guards turned around upon hearing the commotion.

"What...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Ling Ling Er pushed off with her feet, leaping out like a black panther.

too slow.

In Lingling Er's abnormal dynamic vision, the three men's actions of drawing their guns looked like they were doing elderly people's calisthenics.

The butt of the gun isn't even against my shoulder, and the safety isn't even off. What's the difference between this and suicide?

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the barrel of the guard at the front, and twisted it.

"Snap!"

The guard, along with his gun, was thrown to the ground.

He seized the submachine gun and smashed it directly into the second guard's throat.

The third guard finally pointed his gun at Ling Ling Er.

Ling Ling Er didn't even turn her head. With a flick of her right hand, she threw a flying knife that transformed into a cold glint that pierced through her throat.

Ling Ling Er stepped over the corpse on the ground, her face expressionless.

In his eyes, the positioning and reaction speed of this group of security guards were full of flaws.

Level B1, underground logistics and equipment area.

Several vans were parked here, and a special security team of six people was guarding the gate leading to the deeper part of the building.

The team leader was yelling into his headset, "What's going on on the ground! Guard the entrance, don't let anyone in..."

He stopped talking and stared ahead in astonishment.

Under the cold white light.

A tall man wearing a black trench coat was standing there.

When!

Masaka!

It's more than 30 meters from here to the entrance of the passage. How come I only noticed it when this thing was within 10 meters of me!

"Stop!" the captain roared, and six pulse energy guns locked onto Ling Ling Er.

But he didn't care at all.

"The safety on your guns isn't fully engaged."

The six security guards were taken aback and subconsciously glanced down at the guns in their hands.

Just that one moment of distraction!

Ling Ling Er shoved herself into the crowd.

A side kick as heavy as a thousand pounds sent the captain flying five or six meters away, killing him instantly.

He became a ghost walking on the edge of a knife, weaving through dense gun barrels.

Each sidestep and slide was executed with pinpoint accuracy, placing the enemy in a blind spot.

Click!Click!

He broke both their wrists, and before they could even scream, he used the force of their blows to grab their collars and slam them together.

The remaining two finally reacted, but they couldn't keep up with Ling Ling Er's movements at all. By the time they spotted him, he had already slid to their side.

He grabbed the back of their necks with both hands and pressed them to the ground.

In less than five seconds, the entire six-man squad was reduced to a pile of mud on the ground.

Ling Ling Er patted the dust off her trench coat.

Vulnerable.

He walked to the fingerprint gate, picked up the captain's hand (which was already dead), and placed it on the scanner.

"Beep! Verification successful."

The gate slid open to both sides.

Ling Ling Er stepped into the B2 level, the gene research area.

The temperature here is very low, and there is a smell of preservatives and formaldehyde.

The vast space was filled with rows of culture chambers.

Floating inside are all sorts of deformed clones, some with only incomplete organs left, and some even resembling children.

The screen on the wall was displaying mutant genetic data rapidly.

Ling Ling Er stopped in her tracks.

These beasts in white coats deserve to go to hell.

Not a single one was left alive.

This is the rule he set for today's operation.

He pulled out a miniature high-precision camera that Wenxi had made for him from his inner pocket and pressed the shutter repeatedly on the culture chambers and data terminals.

"Bang!"

A faint sound of airflow could be heard.

A slight sense of danger tingled in Ling Ling'er's nerves.

There's a bullet at the 10 o'clock position!

He could have easily dodged it, but he didn't move.

Because the bullet wasn't aimed at him.

"Snapped!"

The camera in Lingling's hand was hit precisely by a bullet and blown into pieces.

He turned his head and looked toward the passageway at ten o'clock.

There stood a man with a blank expression.

David North, Agent Zero.

He held a pistol in one hand, the dark barrel pointed at Ling Ling Er's forehead.

"Agent, your infiltration game is over."

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Ling Ling Er smiled and casually tossed aside the parts in her hand.

Agent Zero frowned. Was this guy a madman?

With a gun pointed at his head, how could he remain so calm?

"How can someone like you be changed?"

Agent Zero was stunned, and his index finger on the trigger unconsciously loosened. What the hell was this question?

Before he could react, Ling Ling Er calmly answered her own question: "You will never change. Your fate is death."

"Playing tricks!" Agent Zero's eyes flashed with malice.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ling Ling Er strode forward toward the dark muzzle of the gun.

"I bet your gun is empty."

"???"

Agent Zero almost didn't get a reaction.

I just blew up your camera, the gun is still smoking!

You're telling me the gun's empty?!

Overwhelmed by a sense of absurdity and anger at being slighted, Agent Zero pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He wants to see this pretentious jerk's brains splattered everywhere!

"Click".

A sharp, piercing sound of the firing pin striking the empty air was particularly jarring.

How could this be!

He pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The continuous hollow sounds made Agent Zero take a step back.

It's a ghost!

This gun was loaded with fifteen Damascus armor-piercing rounds, but he clearly only fired one shot. Where did the rest of the bullets go?!

Could this person be a top-tier mutant?!

Spatial transfer?

Annihilation of matter?

Or is it a large-scale hallucination caused by mental illness?

Ling Ling Er stopped two steps away from Agent Zero and looked at him.

His face remained expressionless; everything before him was under his control.

Agent Zero, his eyelids trembling like windshield wipers, was somewhat disoriented and instinctively raised his gun and fired a shot above his head.

"Bang!"

A hole was punched in the ceiling.

Isn't everything fine?

He then aimed at the man in the black trench coat in front of him, pulled the trigger, but there was no response.

"Who...who are you?!"

"My name is Yan Shuangying."

The third strange tale of rules:

When you pointed a gun at Yan Shuangying's head, there were no bullets in your gun.