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

"Okay, okay, here's the box, but you have to move first."

Stephen Chow pulled a red plastic bag from his office, stuffed everything inside, and even remembered the two packs of tissues in the inner compartment.

Leonardo da Vinci stared at the tissue in astonishment: "This counts as equipment?"

"Tch! You're so ignorant! This is tactical cleaning kit for overseas business trips! One pack for your face, one for your butt, and it can even be used to plug a gun hole in a pinch. It has more uses than you can imagine!"

Da Vinci pulled the empty box over and peered inside: "You took everything out, how am I supposed to test the compressed internal load-bearing capacity?"

"What the hell! Are you kidding me?! Stones carbonize at high temperatures, and they won't complain to the disciplinary committee!"

This reason is actually flawless.

"Okay, I'll call you to see the finished product when I'm done."

He peeked halfway back into the doorway and said, "Oh, Ah Qi, I'm also planning to research a new set of equipment. Come over and test it out when it's ready!"

Stephen Chow was carrying a red plastic bag, the bottom of which had been chipped with sharp edges by a flying knife.

He turned back to his leader, his face once again displaying professional enthusiasm.

"Director Wang, about reimbursement..."

"roll!"

Fifteen minutes later, at the reimbursement window.

Anton pushed the approval form out from under the glass:

"The reimbursable expenses for the New York operation are 11,842 yuan. After deducting unapproved vehicle damage, missing personal payment documents, and the remaining balance of the initial reserve fund, the final payment is 250 yuan."

Stephen Chow's gaze moved from the first line to the last line, and then back along the last line.

I checked it twice.

"A fool?"

"Two hundred and fifty yuan exactly."

"Could you please remove the word 'whole'? It's now carrying a strong personal attack connotation!"

Anton pulled out an invoice from the documents: "Six hundred dollars for office supplies and five hundred dollars for cultural promotional props. I can't provide the actual items for these two items. The supplier's registered address is still the same strip club."

"This is the cultural industry; cross-cultural exchanges need some 'water' (reflection/reflection)!"

"The back of the invoice has a drinks list; the drink is called Widow Maker."

"Americans give such extravagant names! It's just a drink! Does it really create widows after drinking it?"

Anton ignored him, unscrewed the stamp, and with a snap, stamped the four red characters "Not Reimbursable" in the center of the invoice.

Old Zhou stared at those red lips and trembled.

"I risked my life overseas! And you give me nothing but idiots in the end?"

"There's also a $200 labor dispatch subsidy, which you've already given to Wade Wilson. This money will be deducted from your overseas temporary activity expenses."

"That's my money? Shouldn't the bureau cover it?"

Zhou Xingxing's eyes were bloodshot as he pressed the approval form against the window: "He took my money to find Mueller, and I have to write a report explaining why I used my money to hire him to find someone?"

Anton reorganized the materials, not even letting his hands stop their work as he answered: "Yes."

"What happened to the promise of unlimited funding?"

"But Director Zhou, you're back now. And you didn't use the funds to do anything for the Yinfeng Consortium."

"Anton! Leave a way out for others! You might need to meet again in the future!"

"This is not included in the financial regulations."

After an hour of arguing, Comrade Zhou finally couldn't win against the stubborn Anton.

As Zhou Xingxing walked out of the archives, he leaned against the corridor wall and opened his mobile banking app. Just then, a notification popped up that 250 yuan had been deposited into his account.

The efficiency is quite fast.

He stared at the string of numbers for half a minute, then raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his eye: "A man doesn't easily shed tears, but this is because I failed the reimbursement process."

Scroll down through the friends list, and Gerbil's name appears.

Stephen Chow thought for a moment and then clicked on the video.

Soon, a face covered in yellow mud filled the screen, the helmet tilted to the left, and the two nostrils were clearly visible.

"Director Zhou! Leader! Benefactor! I was just about to report to you about my work!"

"Move the camera further away! I can only see two nostrils; anyone who didn't know better would think a new cave had been discovered in Guizhou!"

The gerbil quickly adjusted its angle.

The camera pans across a dug construction trench, where several workers are hoisting gray pipe sections.

"I'm doing rainwater and sewage separation renovations in an old residential area in Guiyang! The roads here are very narrow, and the excavators would block the fire lanes as soon as they came in. I crawled under the pipes to hollow out the collapsed sections, and then the workers installed the jacking pipes."

Zhou Xingxing noticed the loose clods of earth by the ditch and moved away from the wall: "Where's the safety officer?"

"I was on guard the perimeter. The safety officer and construction worker were there, and the comrades sent by Bureau 749 were also there. I didn't wander off! I even ate lunch inside the enclosure."

The gerbil turned the camera around.

Two aluminum lunch boxes were pressing down on the construction drawings, and a temporary work permit was placed next to it, with a muddy handprint on the lower right corner of the permit.

"The director told me that if I perform well this time, pass the safety record test, and the project acceptance is also fine, he'll give me a chance to be promoted to a permanent position."

Miguel wiped the mud off his chin and chuckled, "I drilled over 600 meters today and didn't hit a single gas pipe! The construction foreman said I was more relaxed than a ground-penetrating radar."

Old Zhou nodded repeatedly, his mood improving considerably: "Where's Old Mo? Didn't he come with you?"

"He's training new recruits at the sinkhole. He even messaged me this morning, saying he'd treat me to a feast when I get my permanent position."

"Don't worry about the banquet yet, put your helmet on properly."

The gerbil adjusted its hat, then fastened the strap: "Director Zhou, when I become a full-time employee, will I also get the seven insurances and three funds?"

"You'll have everything you're supposed to have, provided you don't slack off."

"How could I?! My biggest fear right now is that my company won't want me anymore!"

"Okay, do a good job. Once the inspection is passed, I'll put in a good word for you."

"You're my boss, I promise..."

Three minutes later, the video call was disconnected.

He pledged his loyalty for a full three minutes!

This kid's fastest improvement in Chinese is all in flattery.

After putting away his phone, Zhou Xingxing first went back to the courtyard house to put his things away, and then called a car to go to the Fourth Medical Center of the Capital Military General Hospital.

The door to the burn intensive care unit was open, and the bed sheets were neatly made.

The mayfly has vanished without a trace.

Old Zhou stopped the doctor on duty: "Where is the patient in this bed?"

The doctor opened the handover record: "They were picked up by your 749 Bureau two days ago. The transfer was arranged at 10:40 a.m. There were transfer documents and a special medical vehicle. The receiving unit is the Adult Tissue Repair Joint Laboratory."

Who signed it?

"The stamp was affixed by your bureau, and the patient himself also pressed his fingerprint to confirm it."

Zhou Xingxing took the record; his name and office number were neatly written on the contact list.

No?

To take people away in his name?

He doesn't know yet?

Sensing something was wrong, Stephen Chow called the Smurf, who was drinking milk tea again.

"Where are the mayflies?"

"You went to the hospital?"

"Yes, the doctor said the research lab picked me up, and I was listed as the contact person for the transfer. What's going on?"

The carefree girl hesitated for a moment before saying, "I...I'll come find you."

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow was furious again.

Oops!

The last time the Smurf used this tone was the day the mayfly got into trouble.

Will there be another unexpected incident?

Old Zhou, who was anxiously pacing around, finally saw the blue-purple light.

The carefree girl freed one hand to grab his wrist, and when her feet touched the ground again, Old Zhou's eyes widened.

The transparent incubators stretched all the way to the corner.

Arms and wing membranes, along with eyeballs and countless internal organs, are fixed to the suspension frame and immersed in culture medium.

What the hell is this place?