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

The SUV was traveling west along the South Sixth Ring Road.

After turning onto the newly paved asphalt road, the still-growing poplar trees on both sides helped Zhou Xingxing recognize the direction.

"Isn't this the road to the United Center? Where are you taking me?"

"We shared a section of road up to the front, and then we diverged at the fork in the road."

You little rascal, Liu!

With his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks honest, but did he secretly know about the relocation of the General Administration all along?

So the whole unit knew the headquarters was moving, but he, the director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office, was left in Xinjiang to bathe the crops?

"Sixth Brother." Zhou Xingxing raised the tip of his shoe and nudged the back of the driver's seat.

Chen Jiaju glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "What, trying to pee in the car?"

"Screw you! Drive carefully! Can't you see our specially invited expert is a bit carsick?"

"If you kick me one more time, I'll throw you down!"

Chen Jiaju turned the steering wheel, and the Jeep went around the corner, hugging the curb.

"You dare! You'll make me write an accident report if you throw something at me!"

"I'll just keep writing. I've already written six this month!"

"With your work ethic, how did you get to wear a big red flower? It seems the Ministry of Public Security's selection system needs to be re-examined."

The two men raced all the way to their destination. As soon as the jeep rounded the bend, a gate wide enough for several heavy trucks to pass side by side blocked their way, with a new sign hanging next to it.

National Research Center for Abnormal Environments and Materials

Stephen Chow leaned out of the window and looked out. The wall extended to both sides, and there were no cameras on the top of the wall.

There were no guard posts near the gate, and not even a security guard to register license plates.

Just as he was about to speak, a blue light shone from a roadside pillar, scanning from the front of the car to the back, and the screen verified the vehicle number, the identity of the occupants, and the visitor's permission in turn.

After his identity was verified, the door opened automatically, and Chen Jiaju walked in without any fuss.

Stephen Chow turned around and stared for a few seconds: "You just came in like this? What if an outsider tried to force their way in?"

"You can get out and try it," Chen Jiaju grinned. "The test team rammed the door with an armored vehicle, and the paint on the door didn't even chip off."

There were no concrete barracks inside the gate.

A main road leads deep into the park, with green belts on both sides and blue signs with white lettering hanging on the lampposts.

Head forward from Building 1, the main office building.

Materials and environmental testing area, turn right.

Turn left at the living support area.

"Hey hey hey!" Stephen Chow patted Chan Ka-kui on the shoulder twice.

The jeep pulled up to the side of the road, and Chan Ka-kui turned around: "What now?"

Zhou Xingxing pointed to the sign by the roadside, his eyes wide: "Staff Canteen, Second Restaurant, 6:30 AM to 8:30 AM. What does that mean?"

"Does it mean you won't get soy milk if you're late? What else could it mean?"

"no."

Stephen Chow opened the car door, jumped out, walked to the sign, and reached out to touch it.

"This sign is made to municipal standards, isn't it? Even the font is exactly the same as the one used by the neighborhood committee."

"What's the big deal? It was originally a joint effort with the municipal government. The higher-ups said the more it resembles a legitimate research institute, the better."

"Is this a research center or Bureau 749?"

Both of them.

"What is this? A case of false advertising?"

"Watch your mouth! The research center has official approval; we're just the ones who happened to be passing by."

Chen Jiaju drove the two around the base for more than an hour, introducing the office building, experimental area, training ground and living support area one by one.

The further they went in, the bigger Old Zhou's eyes widened.

They even dug out an independent supermarket and a small artificial lake here!

Along the way, I also saw several researchers in white lab coats riding shared bicycles.

Stephen Chow's heart was bleeding.

Fatty Wang is usually so stingy that he even uses both sides of a sheet of printing paper, but this time he's actually willing to spend so much money on infrastructure.

He must have used the technology he brought back to exchange for special funds from his superiors!

He worked himself to the bone recruiting men, but the bureau chief took the lion's share to build houses.

As Lao Zhou was pondering how to make a profit to recoup the price difference, his gaze swept over the family dormitory building, and his smile faded.

"Sixth Brother...you just said we'll be working here from now on?"

"Yes, the accommodations are all in the living support area, single rooms with private bathrooms, the conditions are much better than before."

"What about the place I used to live in?"

Stephen Chow's voice started to waver, "You mean that courtyard house outside Xizhimen, the one with a yard and a leaky roof?"

"It's been demolished."

"It's been demolished?"

"The entire unit is relocating. Director Wang said that the property rights of your dilapidated courtyard originally belonged to the bureau."

Chen Jiaju was completely unaware of the murderous glare from the person in the back seat.

"The leader said that no one was living there, so the property was directly returned to the logistics department for registration as a dangerous building."

Stephen Chow slumped back into his seat, his entire body drained of color.

Storm looked at him with some concern. "Stephen, are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel more than just unwell!" Stephen Chow clutched his chest and coughed violently.

"Last time they confiscated the gold bars I hid under the kimchi jar! I haven't even had a chance to avenge that blood feud! And now they've actually wiped out my entire stronghold!"

"My vinyl record! My spare sunglasses!"

"My secret stash of money hidden in the crevices of the bed frame! That's all the hard-earned money I made, chopping pork piece by piece!"

"It's all gone!"

"This is an illegal forced demolition! It's a blatant trampling on the right to a secure livelihood for grassroots officials!"

Chen Jiaju stared at him disdainfully, "Nothing's lost! I brought it all with you!"

"749, who doesn't know you're stingy? You even packed up that half roll of toilet paper by the bedside, so you wouldn't later claim it's an imported limited edition and ask logistics for compensation."

"That's good, that's good."

Stephen Chow straightened his tie, which he had pulled askew. "The organization is quite thoughtful in its work."

"To prevent you from losing your odds and ends, the chief even arranged for someone to pack your personal belongings."

Nina volunteered to help you organize your wardrobe.

Zhou Xingxing nodded. The little girl was meticulous; at least she wouldn't sell his records as scrap plastic.

"Just her?"

"And Anton too." Chen Jiaju pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

"They spent an entire afternoon turning your shabby house upside down."

Stephen Chow's face, which had just begun to recover, turned deathly gray.

His room still contained many unreimbursed expense receipts, which were Zhou's last line of defense for maintaining his position in Bureau 749.

He could even picture Anton slapping those fraudulent invoices one by one onto his desk.

Storm looked at Stephen Chow, who looked ten years older.

"So, your Anton, who's in charge of the money, is even more terrifying than Magneto, who can control magnetic fields?"

"Magneto is nothing!"

Stephen Chow was on the verge of tears.

"Magneto can at most take the coins off my body, but Anton is a living devil who can make me work for free for the rest of my life!"