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

"The Ministry of Public Security? They investigate major domestic cases. You're asking them to work for Bureau 749 across borders?"

"Besides..." Director Wang glanced at him.

"He, Wolverine, is paid by Bureau 749. His legacy issues are internal conflicts that the organization needs to resolve. If you don't handle them, who will?"

"I protest!" Stephen Chow shouted at the top of his lungs, "I don't have time! I still have a bunch of major national cases to solve!"

"A major case? Tell me about it."

"That grandson of a bitch, Tuensley Tate, still hasn't paid his debts!"

"How can I possibly handle such trivial personal matters while the Silver Peak Consortium remains unresolved? This is a matter of attitude, a matter of stance!"

Logan chimed in, "Finding my daughter or son wouldn't be a big deal, would it? They might even be mutants! Wouldn't that be contributing to the country?"

"Stop talking! You don't even know if your own child is a boy or a girl!"

Director Wang chuckled. "Yinfeng's overt forces have long since gone underground. You won't find a trace of them if you try to find them now."

"Furthermore, Ling Ling Er and Ling Ling Wu have already taken over the North American intelligence network. One is a physical breakthrough, the other a cyber infiltration. You don't need to worry about it."

"The second son?" Stephen Chow scoffed.

"What else can that guy do besides wearing a tattered trench coat and trying to look cool all day? He single-handedly surrounded twenty clones? I don't believe it! That's just exaggerating his achievements!"

"And what about that bald guy? What substantial clues can he possibly uncover by just sitting there typing away on his keyboard all day? I have to personally oversee this kind of big event!"

"Really? Should I call Anton over and have him check the nighttime reconnaissance fee you submitted last time?"

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow became anxious and quickly walked to his desk, placing his hands on the tabletop.

"Sir, personal honor is a small matter compared to the greater good of the organization! That long-necked guy Professor X handpicked can stretch his neck to 1.8 meters!"

"These strategic-level high-altitude operations talents are still stranded on the streets of Los Angeles! What if they're late and get caught by Stryker and dissected? How will we meet our KPIs?"

"You seem to care quite a bit about KPIs."

Director Wang opened a drawer and pulled out a document. "Ling Lingjiu has already obtained her visa and will be flying directly to Los Angeles tomorrow to be in charge of liaison with Long Neck."

"So, do you have any other major cases to handle?"

"Hmm... a new employee! Yes, Gegebu's chicken farm hasn't been finalized yet, and Baobao's emotions are still very unstable!"

"Huaya is going to report to the Northwest in a few days. These kids have just escaped from that hellhole, and their hearts are extremely fragile. Without me, their caring older brother, to guide them, they could easily go down the path of crime!"

Wolverine, who was sitting on the sofa, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"That's enough. Little Liu has already taken care of those brats perfectly well. What are you spouting nonsense for?"

"You traitor! You collaborator!"

Stephen Chow pointed at him, trembling with anger, "You traitor! Did you sell me out just because he promised to give you a subsidy for finding your family?"

You old Jin!

Now that I'm living a happy life, I'm starting to reminisce about the past, thinking about the good old days of having my wife and kids in a warm bed.

I could have just thought about it, but why make me go?

Old Zhou didn't like the people there; he'd just occasionally glance at related DVDs or materials with a critical eye late at night...

In the end, after struggling for more than an hour in the office, Lao Zhou couldn't win against the powerful.

No matter what he proposes, it will be overturned by Fatty Wang.

Old Wang pulled out a piece of brown paper and threw it on the table. "Hey, it's not that I didn't warn you, Wolverine doesn't have a good reputation over there. Only you can handle this. Take a look at the information first."

With teary eyes, Stephen Chow pulled out a stack of files with photos attached.

"Based on the scattered clues he provided, the intelligence department investigated several networks in the Kanto region of Japan at that time and finally identified the general target."

"Toyo High School?" Stephen Chow read out the name. "Isn't that just a high school?"

"Yes. The target might be in this school. We need you to go in, observe closely, confirm their identity, and then bring them back to the country."

"You're currently wanted in America and have difficulty moving around. Moving to a new place can help you avoid the limelight."

Go to the school to find someone?

Hmm... this job doesn't sound too dangerous; it's just dealing with a bunch of kids.

With his talent for deceiving people, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him?

"Alright."

Stephen Chow stood up and straightened his tie.

"I, Zhou, am quite capable of dealing with those brats. But you'll have to approve my allowance for a suit and gold-rimmed glasses first. As a teacher, my attire can't be shabby; you'd better also provide me with a pure gold pointer."

"Who said you were going to be a teacher?"

"So, instead of being a teacher, I'll be a security guard? You can't expect me to be a cleaner, can you? Wouldn't it be too incongruous for me to be carrying a broom?"

Director Wang shook his head.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm telling you, you should become a student!"

"A student? You want me to pretend to be a student?!"

Director Wang nodded: "That's right, a transfer student in the second or third year of high school at Dongyang High School."

"What a joke!" Zhou Xingxing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Sir! Look at my face! Look at the stubble on my chin! And the weathered, wise look in my eyes!"

"You want me to sit with a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids, listen to lectures, do math problems, and memorize vocabulary?"

"With some makeup and a shave, I can still get away with it."

"This isn't about the beard at all!"

Stephen Chow broke down, "I joined Bureau 749 back then because I didn't want to study! Sir!"

"What you're doing is like throwing me onto a volcano filled with venomous snakes and ferocious beasts! Ignoring my cries! Ignoring my wails! You're mercilessly pushing me into the lava with your feet!"

"How can you do this?!"

Zhou Xingxing clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly to Director Wang.

"Sir, please, spare me!"

"Give me any assignment you can come up with. Defuse bombs in Afghanistan? Dig potatoes in Siberia? If all else fails, I'll be Vincent's guinea pig! Or you might as well just shoot me!"

Director Wang remained unmoved.

His movements were composed and ruthless.

"Isn't this better? It allows you to live a rich life and die a spectacular death."

"You don't need to say anything more, you can't escape reciting poetry either."

Director Wang placed a file printed in Japanese in front of him: "Hey, from now on, your new name is Hoshino Hoshiichi."

"Oh, by the way, say good morning to me in Japanese."

Stephen Chow lowered his head, his voice stiff and trembling: "Sen sai... oh ha yo... ga za yi ma su..."

"Hmm...very good. Pack your things. I've found you a Japanese teacher. Classes start tomorrow."