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

"Cousin, calm down! Can you make way for me?"

"You... sigh, you'd better survive those two first before you talk to me about terms."

Helpless, the King of Cards withdrew his long stick and stepped aside, gesturing for the others to proceed.

The clone agent snorted at Gambit, raised his gun and fired a series of shots, taking out Stephen Chow's head, neck, chest and abdomen.

"Your pre-job training at Yinfeng is inadequate! You hit people without even checking their documents? You definitely don't have a chance to be recognized as a model unit this year!"

While still muttering to himself, Old Zhou picked up his red-tasseled spear and swung it in a wide circle, knocking away four bullets with the shaft.

"Speaking of which, we have an old man in our department who likes to catch bullets with his bare hands. Anyone interested in practicing his reaction speed?"

The cloned Wolverine roared and pounced, its six claws pressing down on the gun barrel, barking out lines like "I'll kill you and tear you to pieces."

"Don't keep talking about death at such a young age. Take my advice: it's better to work in a factory tightening screws than to be a disposable resource for capitalists."

After a brief exchange, Lao Zhou discovered that the two clones were indeed not very strong.

But manufacturing a batch to bring in screws...

7 x 24 hours x 12 months...

No, this is an inviolable legal and ethical red line.

Even if a country has the technology to create clones, it shouldn't do this.

They are still independent individuals, and doing so would be inhumane.

Zhou Xingxing pulled back, and the clone Wolverine grabbed the gun barrel and wouldn't let go. The Zero clone took the opportunity to move to the side, and the muzzle of the gun went around his companion's waist and ribs, aiming at Old Zhou.

"Target restricted, execution to proceed."

"You're not exactly good at managing your relationships with your colleagues either. He's got a gun to his name, and you're planning to scrap him too?"

Before the other party could fire, Stephen Chow raised his knee and struck the clone Wolverine's chin. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party tilted his head back, he turned the butt of his gun and deflected two bullets into his chest.

The cloned Wolverine was shot twice and thrown away, with a grayish-white gel seeping from the bullet holes in his chest.

"Cousin, this repair quality is worse than even a roadside tire repair stall. Did Yinfeng's after-sales service department get laid off?"

"You still have time to handle after-sales service?"

The strategist's gaze followed the three men closely. "In a few minutes, your suit will be ready to be used as a rag."

"But I remember you weren't wearing this before. When did you change? Where's the old one?"

"The old ones... Pshaw!"

"Our new equipment was purchased by the company and comes with a lifetime warranty. You freelancer don't understand the joys of working within the system."

As they spoke, the enraged clone Wolverine lunged forward again, his claws crossed to jam the gun barrel, and he strained his arms to the sides. The clone Agent Zero fired five shots in an attempt to force him to give up his weapon.

The red tassel on the ash wood shaft had been shaved into the size of a feather duster, and a crack had appeared at the joint of the spearhead.

Stephen Chow glanced at the crack, released the gun barrel, and dodged a claw by turning to the side, then slammed his right elbow into the clone Wolverine's ear.

"Your movements are very clumsy, much worse than the original."

"Shut up!"

"Oh? You can get angry and embarrassed?"

The cloned wolf howled and chased after them, its claws slicing along the gun barrel toward Old Zhou's wrist.

"Snap!"

The tip of the white waxwood pole broke off, and the red tassel and spearhead fell to the ground, leaving only a jagged wooden pole in Zhou Xingxing's hand.

The card player watching from behind laughed out loud and, with a touch of elegance, took out a piece of chewing gum and started chewing.

"Stephen, you'd better get out of here. If you don't leave now, I'm really going to have to keep you here. You've lost your weapons, how are you going to fight us?"

Stephen Chow weighed the broken pole in his hand, chuckled, and took a half-step back, preparing to unleash his power: "Who says you can't kill someone without a spearhead?"

Not far away, just as the empty magazine of Clone Zero was pushing the magazine into the gun handle, Zhou Xingxing's leather shoe kicked him in the chest, sending him into an abandoned forklift.

The cloned wolf then took the opportunity to pounce from behind, its claws aimed straight for the back of the neck.

"Got you!"

Are you sure?

Zhou Xingxing leaned forward to avoid the claws, and with a flick of his wrist, he pushed the broken shaft back along his ribs, the gun barrel wrapped in his inner energy directly into the clone's heart.

The cloned wolf tried to raise its claws again, but Stephen Chow gripped the gun barrel and shuddered, shattering its heart.

"Tch, your knock-offs aren't even as good as our Huaqiangbei stuff."

As he spoke, Old Zhou turned to look at him and flicked the barrel of his gun.

The clone opened its mouth, spat out a large mouthful of grayish-white substance, and collapsed to the ground.

Gambit was somewhat surprised. "You killed Wolverine by stabbing him with a piece of wood?"

"Please watch your wording. The cloned Wolverine is a national-level forest ranger!

The clone agent, who had just climbed up from behind the forklift, hadn't even had a chance to aim when he found Stephen Chow standing in front of him, pulling out a butcher knife with his right hand.

"Your colleagues have all gone to bed, you should go to bed too."

Gunfire erupted, and the butcher's knife sliced ​​through his right hand, which was holding the gun, along the trajectory of the bullet. The blade then rose again, cutting down his shoulder and into his abdomen.

Wiping the blood from his face, Zhou Xingxing looked at the King of Cards, the knife tip pointing downwards.

"What do you say, cousin? How about we elope?"

"I really can't leave."

The King of Cards raised his long stick and aimed it at Stephen Chow, with purplish-red energy flowing along the stick.

"Come on, we haven't officially fought yet, want to give it a try?"

"Two grown men agreeing to fight at a shipyard—don't you think this plot could easily lead to misunderstandings?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Three cards flew from the King of Cards' fingers, landing on Old Zhou's left and right sides and at his feet respectively, with purple light burning through the cards and causing an explosion.

Zhou Xingxing, who had dodged the explosion, dusted himself off and said, "Cousin, what kind of skill is it to deal cards from twenty meters away?"

"I make a living by stealing and gambling. Have you ever seen a gambler willingly stick close to a butcher?"

"That makes sense! I'll come find you then."

Stephen Chow leaped over the flames in a few quick movements, closing in on the King of Cards. The King of Cards touched the ground with his long staff, did a somersault, and retreated to the top of a nearby container while throwing out five playing cards to block his landing spot.

The butcher knife sliced ​​through four cards in succession, and the fifth card released energy along the back of the knife, causing Old Zhou's arm to go numb from the shock.

The two maintained a distance of about ten meters, and whenever Stephen Chow was about to get close, playing cards would be laid out to fill the gap between them.

"Cousin, do we really have to do it this way?"

Stephen Chow put away his butcher knife and drew a throwing knife from his waist.

The King of Cards did not respond; he ran his fingers across his waist, and six cards lit up with a purple light.

"Fine! If you don't care about family ties, don't blame me for using Wenxi's substandard products!"

The throwing knife was aimed straight at the right hand holding the cards. The card king swung his long stick to meet it, the end of the stick hitting the knife handle, knocking the throwing knife into the air.

The stun diaphragm inside the knife handle immediately activated, and flames and white smoke enveloped the top of the container. The King of Cards raised his arm to clear the smoke in front of him, and when he put it down again, Stephen Chow was no longer in sight.

Someone patted my shoulder twice.

"Cousin, I'm here!"

The King of Cards was startled and, mimicking Stephen Chow's earlier backhand thrust, stabbed his long stick backward.

Stephen Chow chuckled, gripped the stick with one hand, and was about to speak when he felt a tingling sensation in his palm.

Looking down, he saw purple energy gathering along the staff towards his palm.

"Trying to cheat, huh?"

Stephen Chow kicked him in the back, using the momentum to jump to the side while releasing energy from the long stick, tearing off the entire sheet metal from the top of the container.

The King of Spades rolled to the ground, and the two faced off again across the burning open space.