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

"waste."

A voice, hoarse yet familiar, came from the shadows behind Agent Zero.

Yan Shuangying glanced over and, besides the sound, the smell of tobacco and blood coming from that direction was equally repulsive.

"Besides playing with those little gadgets, what else can you do?"

The man continued rambling on, his words full of mockery towards Agent Zero.

He emerged from the shadows, his bare torso revealing bulging muscles and veins running from his neck down to his shoulders.

His hair was short and stiff, sticking up on both sides, with his sideburns forming a continuous clump.

Three claws popped out from between his right fingers, followed by his left.

Yan Shuangying frowned.

Wolverine?

wrong.

Logan Howlett was personally brought back to the country by Stephen Chow and underwent testing by the police.

He is currently in China. According to what he knows, the director transferred him away a few days ago, saying he was going to carry out a secret mission.

Even if the bureau has been infiltrated, even if Xiaoqi has been deceived.

First, we need to explain how the fight between Logan and Sabretooth in Linshengtun was faked.

The hatred between brothers who are willing to kill each other cannot be faked.

So the one in China is real, and the one in front of you is fake.

A clone?

Yan Shuangying continued to scrutinize the other person.

He had far less hair than Logan, tight skin, and no wrinkles or lines on his face; he looked like Wolverine in his mid-twenties.

The ferocity in his eyes was completely different from the kind look Wolverine had now; he was a replica that hadn't even fully grown up.

He glanced at Agent Zero next to him.

interesting.

Agent Zero is a Stryker agent, and only Stryker could have performed the procedure of transplanting the adamantium skeleton into Wolverine's body.

These two have always been at odds with each other; if they were to actually meet, they would surely smash each other's brains out.

Interesting, Silver Peak and Stryker are also colluding?

"Feed." The cloned Wolverine thrust its paw forward, pointing it at Ling Ling Er's chest. "What are you looking at?"

Yan Shuangying remained silent, slightly raising his hands with slow movements.

Agent Zero stared at his hand, his last remaining tactical instincts screaming alarm bells: he was about to draw his gun. But where was his gun?

No.

It's not a gun!

Yan Shuangying slammed his wrist down and flicked it downwards.

"Snap!"

Six steel claws lashed out from the backs of his ten hands, their cold light blinding.

Unlike Wolverine and the pirated version in front of him, Yan Shuangying's steel claws are built into the forearms of his two sleeves.

Using a spring mechanism, three sharp steel claws pop out from the back of the hand, allowing it to be carried discreetly without any visible abnormalities.

Compared to Wolverine, it has a hidden feature: the claw blade base is connected to a thin steel cable.

When necessary, the entire steel claw can be thrown out of the hand to hook and pull the enemy from a distance, restricting their movement.

The cloned Wolverine was also dumbfounded.

Dude.

He looked down at the six claws on his hands.

Then I looked up at the six claws on the hands of the old man in the black trench coat across from me.

The same.

Three long and three short, the curvature of the claw roots, the angle of the blade, and even the color of the reflection are exactly the same.

"..."

The fragments of memory that had been implanted into his mind began to tangle.

The doctors in white coats have said that there is only one of these skeletons in the world; it is his exclusive, one-of-a-kind weapon.

He is a new generation, a finished product, an upgraded version of the old one.

What is that old man holding?

"Who the hell are you?!" the cloned Wolverine roared. "These are my claws!"

Yan Shuangying sneered, "Yours? You don't even know who you are."

"Shut up! I don't need to change!"

"Yes." Yan Shuangying nodded. "You won't change, so death is the only outcome for you."

"ah!!"

The cloned Wolverine bristled, its six steel claws hurtling towards Yan Shuangying.

Yan Shuangying did not retreat.

The opponent's right shoulder sank first, but his waist didn't follow up. He lunged fiercely, but the order of his power was like a standard movement forced into a textbook.

It's fake, even the fight looks like a training course graduation exam.

The two figures collided, their twelve claw blades intersecting.

The Thirteenth Strange Rule: When you fight Yan Shuangying with cold weapons, his attack speed is twice that of you.

The clone swung out a claw, and Yan Shuangying retaliated with two blows.

One move deflects the attack, the next draws blood.

double.

One more hit would be considered bullying, one less hit would be against the rules.

"clang!"

Claws clashed.

Yan Shuangying flipped his left wrist outward and deliberately used the thinnest outer claw blade to make a diagonal cut.

The impact sent a signal back to his arm, causing the springs in his sleeve to creak and click, and leaving a white mark on the blade, but it did not break.

If the other side really was Adamantium alloy, his high-strength alloy claw should have been cut in half like slicing noodles just now.

Yan Shuangying lowered his gaze.

"Which small workshop made your claws?"

The cloned Wolverine glanced down, his menacing expression unchanged: "Bullshit! This is adamantium!"

The white coat implanted a propaganda slogan in his memory that played repeatedly:

The world's hardest metal, with a unique and perfect skeleton.

"I'll tear you apart!"

The six claw-like blades converged in the middle, aiming to slash at Yan Shuangying's neck.

Yan Shuangying crouched down and crawled into his arms, pushing her right claw up along his ribs.

puff!

Three wounds stretched from the waist to the chest, the skin and flesh turned inside out, and blood flowed down the waistband of the pants.

The cloned Wolverine staggered back, staring down at his wound.

The cracked skin was shrinking, but the process was painfully slow.

A layer of grayish-white gelatinous substance had seeped out from deep inside the wound, which looked like someone had squeezed half a tube of inferior silicone sealant into it.

Yan Shuangying stared for two seconds.

If the real Logan got this kind of injury, it would take a long time for him to recover.

The recovery ability of this thing is at best that of an expedited mending.

"You are not Wolverine."

"That's me!"

Yan Shuangying didn't give him a chance to continue pondering.

"Whoosh!"

The steel claws shot out and wrapped around the clone Wolverine's right wrist.

With a tug on his arm, he was pulled forward half a step. Yan Shuangying pressed down on the opponent's elbow joint with his left claw, and plunged his right claw into the shoulder joint, then flicked it outward.

"Snap!"

A claw-like blade was ripped out of the clone's forearm.

"what!"

The screams shook the liquid in the culture chamber.

The clone clutched its right arm and backed away. There was no bone in the broken wound, only a few alloy rails and tangled nerve wires.

Yan Shuangying weighed the disassembled claw assembly in his hand, then held it up to his wrist and gestured with it a couple of times.

The size doesn't fit, never mind.

He looked up at the face that was beginning to doubt Wolf's existence.

"That's not how you use claws."

"Give it back to me!"

The clone lunged forward.

Five claws versus six claws.

Yan Shuangying moved sideways and cut into the opponent's left side. His left hand used three claw blades to block the attack, while his right hand's steel claw burrowed under his ribs and slashed along his spine.

At the same time, a gun muzzle appeared in the reflection on the glass.

The clone agent Zero circled around behind him.

Yan Shuangying saw the other person's index finger pressing down, and with a twist of his shoe, he slid sideways from where he stood.

"Bang!"

The armor-piercing bullet grazed the trench coat and slipped into the clone Wolverine's shoulder.

The clone Wolverine was spun halfway around after being hit, glancing at his shoulder and then at the clone Agent Zero.

"You fucking hit me?"

"You've blocked my attack route."

"I'll block your mother's way!"

Before he could finish his rant, Yan Shuangying had already arrived.

The steel claws pierced through the jaw and mouth, with three claw tips emerging from the back of the head.

The cloned Wolverine froze, the grayish-white gel trying to plug the wound, but his brainstem had been ripped apart, and his pitiful regenerative abilities couldn't even figure out where to repair first.

Yan Shuangying drew out his claw blade.

The body twitched twice on the ground and then fell silent.

"The genuine one will survive." He flicked the blood from the tip of his blade. "You won't."

The sound of a magazine falling came from behind.

The clone agent zero reloaded extremely quickly, holding the magazine with his left hand while the muzzle of his gun in his right hand always followed Yan Shuangying's movement.

But every time he was about to fire, a green crosshair would flash in his pupils first.

This is not a habit.

The program was confirming the shooting results for him.

The real David North would shoot on instinct, never waiting for a broken screen in his eye to give him approval.

As Yan Shuangying turned around, Agent Zero had already pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullets chased after the black trench coat, shattering the incubation chamber. Preservative solution splashed all over the floor, and the half-cloned arm that was soaking inside floated out with the water.

I understand!

When you face this weirdo and point a gun at his head, his special ability will be triggered!

It must be his special ability that prevents his weapons from firing!

The clone agent, Zero, who had finally grasped the situation, had a ferocious expression on his face. He had figured out Yan Shuangying's abilities.

With that slight delay, Yan Shuangying pulled out the dead wolf's claw and threw it out.

Even if it's not made of adamantium, the clone Wolverine's claws are very strong.

The three claw blades spun along the ground, first severing Agent Zero's ankles, then bouncing onto the stainless steel control panel next to him, changing direction, and piercing into the back of his neck.

With the gun lowered, Agent Zero knelt in the puddles, the green data stream in his pupils flashing incessantly.

"System error..."

"Slap, slap, slap."

Applause and a female voice came from the overhead loudspeaker.

"You must be Ling Ling Er from Bureau 749, right? Thank you for handling the two substandard samples for Yin Feng."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights turned red, the gate leading to B3 locked, and the surveillance footage of the shipyard's east area appeared on the screen on the wall.

Stephen Chow was standing on the ruins, holding a red-tasseled spear.

There were three people standing directly in front of him. Yan Shuangying recognized one of them; his information appeared in Xiao Qi's report.

Gambit, Remy LeBron.