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

"You also have a studio?"

The Moon Boy swiped his access card to open the door and led him into another laboratory building. After turning three or four corners, they arrived at a large door made of steel.

Pushing open the door, Stephen Chow saw two forging furnaces standing against the wall.

The workbench was piled high with gears, springs, and disassembled electric motors.

In the center was a piece of red-hot alloy steel.

The Moon Boy hurriedly grabbed the pliers, pressed the alloy steel onto the anvil, and began to hammer it.

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"No? Are you sure this is a workshop? It looks more like a blacksmith shop to me."

"Wenxi said that scientists should be able to make things; those who can only talk are called leaders."

Stephen Chow adjusted his hat: "From now on, when he talks about techniques, listen to him. Otherwise, just ignore what he says."

"oh."

The Moon Boy, who had hammered dozens of times in one go, examined the alloy steel carefully before putting it into the forging furnace.

Then he put down the hammer and pulled a long wooden box out from under the workbench.

"Zhou, I've prepared a gift for you! I made it myself!"

Stephen Chow's eyes widened, and he was about to happily accept the gift when he suddenly froze.

He pretended to be serious and said, "Wait! Let me make this clear in advance! We can't accept anything too expensive, nor anything too dangerous. Anything that's both expensive and dangerous should be sent directly to Director Wang! He's a high-ranking official, he can handle it."

"It's not expensive, take a look first."

The wooden box was opened, and a strangely shaped gun lay on a red cloth.

The Moon Boy picked up the gun and stared at it with a reverent expression: "The Mischievous Gun."

"A quirky, unconventional gun? That name screams confidence, like it's been leaked without security approval. How do you use it?"

"The first shot is fired from the rear, the second shot from the front, the third shot from the rear again, and so on."

Zhou Xingxing cautiously took the gun, gripped the butt, and examined it from head to toe. "You mean, if I fire the first shot at the enemy, I'll be the one who gets killed?"

"No! Hmm... if you aim the first shot at the enemy, you'll probably get injured in your shoulder."

"And what about the second shot?"

"Just point the gun at yourself, and then point the other side at the enemy!"

"The third shot?"

"Turn around again."

I carefully put the quirky gun back into the wooden box, and pressed my palm on the lid for a while.

"So, in the future, when I'm in a firefight, I'll have to remember how many shots I fired?"

"right."

"Monkey... I suggest you engrave the instructions on the back of your tombstone so that future generations can learn from your experience."

"Why carve it on the tombstone?"

"Paper is easily damaged, while stones can be preserved for a long time, which shows that our scientific research results can withstand the test of history."

The Moon Boy nodded, feigning sudden realization, and turned to the corner of the wall to try and find some stones.

"Come back! I'm just offering academic suggestions; don't implement them yet!"

The Moon Boy, completely oblivious to what he meant, continued grinning foolishly: "Zhou, any news about the Demon Dinosaur?"

Zhou Xingxing took off his cigarette and smoothed out the filter: "Not yet. Alpha Team has already sent the old map into the satellite comparison database. They are investigating the terrain, heat sources, and underground cavities near the Wilderness."

"Okay, you'd better let me know if you have any news!"

"I'm telling you for sure, the promise to find the demon dinosaur is written in black and white and has been signed with my fingerprint. I won't blame you, no matter who else I'm blaming."

As the two were talking, their cell phones rang. Upon answering, they heard Secretary Liu's voice: "Director Zhou, where are you?"

"I don't know?"

"have no idea?"

"This place isn't showing up on the phone map, and the door number looks like a safe combination. I just came from Fuyou and Jiang Si's place, and I'm at Monkey's studio right now!"

"Hmm... I'm guessing this is an unlicensed arms factory?"

"Please stay where you are, I'll be right there to get you."

"What do you mean 'don't move around'? I'm a section-level cadre, capable of walking independently!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xingxing looked at the black screen and snorted.

"Why all the secrecy? Are key national research zones even keeping their own people out of reach?"

"Zhou, keep looking at my weapon!"

"Actually, I think it's okay to get lost."

But the Moon Boy didn't listen to what he was saying at all; he had already taken a metal wristband out of the cabinet.

Three throwing knives were attached to the front of the wrist guard, and a steel cable coiled in the shape of a mosquito coil was attached to the back.

Stephen Chow suspects that the design was inspired by the steel claws that Vincent made for his second son.

"A throwing knife that won't get lost; once it's thrown, it will come back to you on its own."

Stephen Chow raised the wrist guard, first looking at the steel cable, then turning the knife tip towards the wall: "Which way is the knife tip coming back?"

"To you."

Why is it targeting itself again?

Stephen Chow put the wristband back on the table and casually used a wooden box to secure the three throwing knives.

The second piece of equipment is the Dual Metal Boots.

Each shoe has a compressed air tank at the back of the heel, and four adjustable tail fins extend from the sole.

"Escape shoes, they can make you run faster than a car."

"Where are the brakes?"

The Moon Boy lifted the insole, revealing a red footrest: "Step on this with your heel."

Greatly shocked, Old Zhou quickly asked the crucial question: "How can a person's heels be inside the insole when flying forward at high speed?"

"Lift your foot up and step on it with your other foot."

"What's the speed?"

"One hundred and eighty kilometers."

Stephen Chow wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Standing on one leg at this moment and using the other leg to brake?"

"I think these shoes should be called Reincarnation Accelerators."

Zhou Xingxing pushed the metal boots away. "Let's shelve this technology for now, and let Saber-toothed Tiger be in charge of testing it when his attitude during labor reform is not right."

Upon hearing this, the Moon Boy nodded and brought over two more alloy plates.

When unfolded, the upper half is a bulletproof shield, the lower half pops out a grill, and there are also salt shakers and oil brushes hidden on the side.

"A survival shield for the wilderness; after blocking bullets, you can use it to grill meat."

Zhou Xingxing tapped the alloy plate, the dull echo causing the screws on the table to rattle slightly: "This is good, how much does it weigh?"

"One hundred and twenty kilograms."

"Who can carry this?"

"This is for you."

Stephen Chow patted the Moon Boy on the shoulder: "Thank you, I'm grateful for your kind gesture. The shield will stay here to ward off evil spirits."

"There's also an automatic anti-ambush helmet."

"Don't take it yet!" Stephen Chow pressed down on the Moon Boy's arm: "Let's stop here for today and leave some room for imagination for future generations."

The wait became exceptionally long.

The Moon Boy would pull out something every few minutes and enthusiastically introduce it, which almost drove Old Zhou crazy.

The phone finally rang: "Director Zhou, I've arrived at the west gate. Please have Moon Boy escort you out."

"Coming right away!"

The Moon Boy picked up the quirky gun and followed behind, escorting them all the way to the West Gate, where Xiao Liu stood beside the car.

"Zhou, take this. It's a gift for you."

"This..." Old Zhou, who was particularly resistant, looked troubled. "My post doesn't allow me to carry non-standard weapons."

The wooden box tilted forward, and those eyes held expectation.

Helpless, Stephen Chow had no choice but to reach out and take it.

"Hey monkey, have you tried this gun yet?"

"I tested it once."

Xiao Liu stepped closer and asked curiously, "Director Zhou, what kind of gun is this?"

"The quirky, clever gun, you want it?"

"Just tell me if you want it! How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me? Do you even want it?"