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

"Wenxi, you had better give me an explanation."

Stephen Chow covered his nose, and blood trickled down between his fingers.

"Technological upgrades always come at a price; the fact that the stone flew out proves that the folding space can release items outwards normally."

Leonardo da Vinci adjusted his glasses and pointed to the red button inside the case lid.

"Hey, there's a safety warning here. You need to press for three seconds before opening."

Where is the hint?

"Inside the lid!"

"How can I see the notification inside without opening the lid?"

Da Vinci stared at the box for a few seconds, then took out a ballpoint pen and wrote the words "Press the red button first" on the outside of the lid.

"Resolved."

Stephen Chow held the red-stained tissue and carefully thought through the Japanese swear words in his mind.

Unfortunately, he can't do anything except baka yarou.

The section on interrupted water flow wasn't taught.

"Okay, Wenxi, go find the Moon Boy tomorrow and ask him to add a launch direction control to the box. Send it to Saber-toothed Tiger for testing the day after tomorrow and give him some work points."

"Okay!"

Da Vinci nodded in agreement, picked up the box, and walked out the door.

After the door closed, Stephen Chow threw away the red-stained tissue and looked at the follow-up form on the corner of the table.

The materials for going to Japan are still being reviewed by the intelligence department, while the resettlement project for Gegebu and others has begun to operate normally during this period.

He picked up a pen and drew a circle behind the Ankang project.

Ten hours later, in the mountainous area of ​​Ankang.

Zhou Xingxing stood at the entrance of the chicken farm and checked the project address sent by Xiao Liu twice.

There were no wooden fences or hens running around on the ground.

The enclosed chicken towers, with ten to twelve layers in total, are arranged in a row, with automatic feeding pipes suspended in mid-air.

There were also two inspection robots rolling back and forth at the entrance.

"Hey, Xiao Liu, are you sure this is a chicken farm?"

"Yes, it's confirmed. The first phase of the Ankang Special Agricultural Resettlement Demonstration Project, covering 50 mu of land and 100,000 chickens, has passed the construction acceptance inspection."

"One hundred thousand?"

Stephen Chow took off his sunglasses and looked at the chicken tower in the far distance: "Why did the engineering department build a chicken industrial city?"

"Director Zhou, Gegebu's body is flammable. The dust concentration in ordinary chicken coops is too high, and the fire safety assessment was not passed. We can only use a closed-loop environmental control chicken tower."

The sound of flipping through files came from Xiao Liu's end: "Automatic feeding, automatic manure removal, automatic egg collection."

"The inspection robot checks the water line and the condition of the chickens every four hours, and the automatic dead chicken sorting system has also been connected to the harmless treatment area."

Stephen Chow looked moved and asked, "How much would this cost?"

"The special resettlement funds will not be drawn from your office's budget."

"That's good. Agricultural modernization requires a willingness to invest, and we can't be stingy when it comes to ensuring people's livelihoods."

Zhou Xingxing hung up the phone, went to the door, and pressed the doorbell.

The identification post next to the door completes the identity verification, and the disinfection cabinet then pops out a disposable protective suit and shoe covers.

After changing clothes and passing through the air shower corridor, the inner isolation doors opened to both sides.

Bao Bao ran out wearing a light blue uniform with a zookeeper's badge on its chest. Its previously thin cheeks had become much rounder these days.

"Director Zhou! You've arrived?"

"Yeah, I came to see if you guys stole the chickens the organization gave you to make fried chicken."

"No way! We get meals every day, we don't need to steal chickens!"

Bao Bao led Zhou Xingxing inside, pointing to the electronic screen on the wall not far away.

"Today's inventory is 100,322 birds, with 87,400 eggs laid and a breakage rate of 0.6%. Gegebu says it can even decrease next month!"

"Where are the others?"

"Arguing with the dead chicken sorting robot at Chicken Tower No. 9."

Stephen Chow paused, "What do you mean by arguing with a sorting robot? He can even offend a robot?"

"The robot separated six dead chickens today. Gegebu felt that it was not respectful enough in handling them and demanded that it be shut down for rectification."

Old Zhou, who thought it was nonsense, decided to go and see for himself, since he had never seen a person argue with a robot before.

Chicken Tower Observation Room No. 9

Gegebu squatted beside the conveyor belt, wearing a full flame-retardant work suit, holding a white-feathered hen in his hands.

He would move to the side as soon as the robot extended its gripper arm.

"Don't pinch its legs! It laid a huge egg yesterday!"

The electronic prompt repeated: "The subject has lost vital signs. Please place it in the disposal channel."

"No way! You were dragging Number Three's wings just now, and all his feathers fell out!"

"Please place it in the harmless disposal channel."

"Apologize first!"

Stephen Chow looked through the glass for more than ten seconds before pushing the door open and going in.

The clamping arm retracted into the fuselage, and Gegebu turned his head, his pink skin becoming even brighter.

"Stephen! Come see my chickens!"

"If I don't come soon, are you planning to give each of the 100,000 chickens an employee ID card?"

"May I?"

"Can't!"

Gegebu lowered his head and stroked the hen's feathers, looking somewhat dejected.

"It's dead, the robot is going to throw it down."

"Listen to me, Xiao Bu, dead chickens must be disposed of in a harmless manner, otherwise it will affect other chickens. This is a safety regulation for farms."

"I understand... but it can't be dragged along!"

Zhou Xingxing thought for a moment, "Hey, Bao Bao, contact the manufacturer the bureau works with and see if you can change the gripper arm to a tray type. That way, the dead chickens can be laid flat and then sent into the processing channel."

Bao Bao nodded, thinking it was feasible, and took out his terminal to start contacting people.

Gegebu placed the hen on a spare tray and carefully tidied its wings.

"May I hold a small memorial service for it?"

Stephen Chow did not stop him, saying, "Three minutes is all you have, and production must not be affected."

"Thanks."

Gegebu stood in front of the tray, and after thinking for a long time, he finally began to mutter to himself.

Stephen Chow felt extremely uncomfortable listening to this. If things continued to escalate, he might end up being dragged into giving a speech at the memorial service.

"It's time to send it away. The rest of the chickens are waiting for you to take care of them."

Gegebu nodded and pushed the tray into the aisle.

After leaving the chicken tower, Bao Bao led Zhou Xingxing to see the egg collection line and the central control room, and then demonstrated to him how to adjust the temperature and humidity using a tablet.

"I'm in charge of purchasing from outside, contacting veterinarians, and receiving manufacturers. Gegebu mainly stays on the farm to manage the chickens."

"Is someone giving you trouble?"

"No, people in the nearby towns only know that two technicians came here. They've seen me, but they've never seen Gegebu."

Bao Bao looked at the pink figure behind the glass, busy checking the water dispenser line.

"He's not fit to go out right now. I can speak to people outside on his behalf, and once everyone gradually understands what kind of person he is, he can then choose for himself whether or not to go out."

Stephen Chow picked up the tablet and flipped through their shift schedules.

There were no all-night shifts, nor was Bao Bao's one-off ability included in the emergency plan.

Great, neither of his two biggest fears came true.

"Remember, if the chicken tower catches fire, evacuate according to the contingency plan."

"Mmm-hmm," Bao Bao nodded vigorously, "I got 98 points on the last safety training test!"

"Why are two points missing?"

"There was a question asking who should be notified first in the event of an accident involving workers with special skills. I chose Director Zhou, but the standard answer is the on-site safety officer."

Zhou Xingxing shoved the tablet back into his arms and said seriously, "These two points are a very reasonable deduction. If there's a real accident, go find the safety officer first. If you come to me, you'll only get moral encouragement."