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

Brooklyn Naval Shipyard, East Wing Freight Yard.

Zhou Xingxing wiped the blood off his red-tasseled spear and stared at the man in front of him carrying a long stick.

"Cousin, what a coincidence!"

Gambit awkwardly turned his head to look at the night sky, clearly indicating that he didn't want to respond to that sentence.

The two men standing behind Remy stepped forward.

The man on the left expressionlessly raised his hand to cock his pistol, while the man on the right, shirtless, scratched the shipping container with his steel claws, leaving several shallow marks.

"Cousin! If you're not playing cards in Las Vegas, why are you working part-time as a security guard in New York?"

Stephen Chow asked with exasperation, "Is the night shift allowance really high here?"

The strategist gave a wry smile: "I didn't want to come either, but I owe someone a favor, so I had no choice."

"Favors?"

Stephen Chow looked at him with suspicion. "You still owe me two hundred dollars! There's plenty of evidence. Pay me back first, then you can pay back the others."

"Stephen, these two things can't be put together."

"Why not?"

Stephen Chow counted on his fingers and said, "Creditors are equal, first come, first served. Give me the other party's phone number, and I'll help you coordinate the repayment period. If that doesn't work, I'll give you 20% off."

"This matter cannot be resolved through mediation."

"30% off".

"Stephen!"

Stephen Chow never expected to solve the problem by offering discounts; instead, he turned his attention to the two replicas next to him.

"What's going on with these two?"

The clone agent's face was exactly the same as David North's face, which he had seen in Los Angeles, and even the expression that made him look like the whole world owed him money was perfectly replicated.

The one next to it is even more outrageous.

Logan, in his early twenties, had thick hair and a face without a single wrinkle.

The strategist rubbed his thumb across the long stick, and the stick emitted a burst of purple light.

"Oh, two clones." He gestured with his chin. "There are many more inside."

The tone of voice made it sound like Yinfeng was running a buffet, where the kitchen could refill steaks when they ran out.

He spoke softly, but Stephen Chow's grip on the gun tightened.

Yin Feng is no longer satisfied with just modifying living people.

They began to replicate abilities, implant memories, and then send these beings with human faces to the battlefield as expendable resources.

"They can't stop you."

Gambit lowered his voice, "Leave now. You've already destroyed Silver Peak's Los Angeles base; there's no need to leave your life in New York."

leave?

The image of the slug lying in a pool of blood resurfaced.

That bastard had his chest pierced, his mouth full of blood, and he died without even having a chance to utter a last word.

And then there's Luke, that honest young man, now lying in a hospital bed, his eyes no longer able to see the forest he once guarded.

Zhou Xingxing understood that the King of Cards meant well, but he knew even more clearly that Silver Peak wouldn't stop.

Today it's gone, and the next one lying on the ground might be a soft-serve ice cream, or the North Star.

Or perhaps it's a newcomer who just received their employee ID and hasn't even had a chance to warm up their dorm bed yet.

"Cousin, I owed someone a sum of money for bereavement before I came here."

"Whose?"

"A complete scoundrel." The tip of the red-tasseled spear touched the ground. "Yin Feng will have to pay this debt."

The gunshot rang out first.

The clone agent Zero fired seven shots in quick succession, blocking Stephen Chow's escape route.

The cloned Wolverine pounced on him from the front.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Six bullets were deflected by the gun barrel, and the last one, close to the brim of Stephen Chow's hat, went into the GG sign, knocking off the "Safety" character from the four characters of "Safety in Production".

Stephen Chow glanced at the sign.

"Insulting company culture is an even more serious offense!"

The cloned Wolverine had already rushed in front of him, its six claws crossed and aimed at his neck.

With the butt of his gun touching the ground, Old Zhou used the momentum to leap into the air, his leather shoes landing on that expressionless face.

Then, the King of Cards raised his hand and threw out three cards that condensed into a purplish-red color in the air.

Upon closer inspection, Stephen Chow discovered that only two of the tickets were for him.

The third image shows the hand holding a gun flying towards the clone agent Zero.

This guy kept saying he wanted to repay the favor, but when it came to actually doing it, he remembered their kinship.

Stephen Chow had a plan in mind.

He twisted the gun barrel with both hands, using the force of the clone Wolverine's relentless grip to turn the other man around half a circle, so that he was now positioned right in front of him.

"boom!"

All three cards exploded simultaneously, and the clone Wolverine's back was blown to pieces.

"Remy!" a woman's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Please fulfill your promise."

The King of Cards swore a French swear word and did not refute it.

The clone agent threw down the damaged pistol, reached into his lower back with his right hand, and pulled out another weapon of the same model.

Beside him, the wound on the clone Wolverine's chest began to close up.

"Cousin," Old Zhou picked up his red-tasseled spear again, "I'm asking you one last time, can you please move aside?"

...

At the same time, on level B2.

The woman on the radio was laughing very relaxed.

Yan Shuangying stood between the two cloned corpses and touched the inner layer of the belt with his right index finger.

The miniature recorder has been activated.

This female voice may have been digitally processed, and extracting the voiceprint alone may not be enough to identify her.

However, echoes from broadcast lines, signal compression traces, access times, and pause patterns can also serve as clues.

As long as the records are complete enough, Linglingwu can continue searching through the old files.

More importantly, the other party directly called out their code name.

The woman on the radio spoke again: "You want to destroy Silver Peak? No problem, I can help. You have ten minutes."

All the screens on the wall went black, and then scarlet numbers popped up.

10:00

Yan Shuangying swept his gaze over the ventilation openings and three emergency gates.

These ten minutes could be the time for key personnel to evacuate, or it could be the time for data to be cleared.

Even worse, the entire experimental area could be destroyed after the countdown ends.

He pressed a button on his headphones, but all he heard was static.

The signal has been cut off, and Xiaoqi on the ground will not receive the warning.

In that case, we must take over the control room as soon as possible.

The countdown timer is ticking.

09:59

"Ten minutes is too much."

A soft laugh came over the loudspeaker: "Mr. Lingling Er, confidence is a good thing. Unfortunately, you don't understand Yinfeng yet."

"I don't need to know about the dead."

"Click!"

The gate leading to B3 rose, and the sound of orderly footsteps echoed from the darkness.

At the very front are ten cloned Wolverines.

They looked identical and moved in unison.

Behind them stood ten clone Agent Zeros, each wielding a dual pistol.

The woman's voice carried a hint of amusement: "And now?"

Yan Shuangying did not answer. With his left hand, he pulled a gun from the back of his trench coat. No one could see where the gun had been hidden before.

At the same time, he lifted the equipment tray next to him with his toes and gripped the edge with his right hand.

"Fire!"

The first sound of empty gun barrels came from three pistols aimed at his forehead.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The other firearms were fired normally.

Yan Shuangying raised the tray and walked forward into the hail of bullets.

A pallet purchased in the lab for less than twenty dollars survived dozens of bullets without a scratch!

The Twenty-Seventh Tales of Rules:

Anything that Yan Shuangying could grab with his right hand could stop a bullet one hundred percent of the time.

"You made two mistakes when you surrounded me."

The cloned Wolverine at the front had already rushed within three steps.

"Firstly, there are too few people."

He lightly stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the trigger plate on the sole of his shoe was activated.

Three explosions came from the back corridor.

When Yan Shuangying changed his route to enter B2 through the ventilation shaft, he had already left three pounds of C4 in the hydraulic joints of the fire gate.

Now, all three nodes are damaged simultaneously.

The fire doors slammed down one after another, separating the ten clone Agent Zeros into three groups and cutting off the coordination between the clone Wolverines.

Yan Shuangying tossed aside the tray and raised his pistol.

"Secondly, I have already surrounded you."

The fourth strange tale of rules:

When you surrounded Yan Shuangying, Yan Shuangying had already surrounded you as well.