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

late at night.

Fully armed, Stephen Chow crouched in the bushes more than ten meters away from the old school building.

Around the campus, several surveillance cameras had their dark red indicator lights on.

It rotates once every seven seconds, leaving a gap of less than two seconds near the west wall of the old school building.

The probe's swing frequency and blind spots formed a network in his mind.

"Whoosh!"

A dark figure swept across the open space, cutting into two blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

When the surveillance footage came back on, Stephen Chow had already arrived in front of the old school building.

A large iron chain hung on the door.

Zhou Xingxing took a closer look and saw metal scratches on the edge of the lock cylinder. There were even fingerprints left on the chain on the side.

I rubbed it with my thumb, and a little more oil appeared on my fingertip.

"Hey, someone's been coming and going a lot?"

They keep claiming it's haunted, but after decades of being sealed off, the lock cylinder is still in excellent condition. It seems this campus ghost story is most likely just the cheapest access control system available.

Stephen Chow pulled a steel wire from the lining and skillfully inserted it into the keyhole.

"Click".

The iron lock fell off with a snap.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

Stephen Chow held up the chain, preventing it from hitting the door.

After confirming that no one was around, he slipped inside and left the door slightly ajar.

The corridor was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

After listening intently for a moment and not noticing any other noise, Stephen Chow took small, quick steps and floated forward along the base of the wall.

Before long, he reached the end of the first-floor corridor.

In front of me was a wooden door with a sign that read: Storage Room

There was almost no dust around the door hinges, and the door handle was cleaner than the surrounding area.

Stephen Chow squinted, cupped the door panel in his palm, and slowly opened it a crack.

By the dim light, he could see what was behind the door.

There are no mops or buckets in this storage room.

It was a bottomless, dark elevator shaft!

Moreover, there was no elevator car; several steel cables hung down to the ground, and cold air rushed up the well wall.

Stephen Chow peered down, but couldn't see anything.

"Sigh... government meals are really hard to eat. I read textbooks during the day and crawl into tunnels at night. Even the donkeys in the production team have to offer me a cigarette when they see me."

He pulled his head back and muttered to himself, counting on his fingers, "High-altitude work allowance, night shift allowance, compensation for emotional distress—if any of these are missing, I'll have a word with Old Wang."

Complaints aside, we're already here, we can't just take a touristy photo at the wellhead and go back to report.

Stephen Chow put on non-slip gloves, tested the load-bearing capacity of the steel cable, and then jumped.

The falling speed was increasing, and the surrounding temperature was dropping sharply.

Stephen Chow's eyes were incredibly focused as he silently counted down the seconds in his mind.

three seconds.

Six seconds.

In the tenth second, he clenched his fingers and stomped his shoes against the well wall several times to dissipate the last bit of momentum, and landed steadily on his feet.

With the tension of the steel cable and the deceleration from pushing off the wall, the actual acceleration is much lower than that of free fall.

With the pulling force offsetting part of the gravity, the acceleration is less than 9.8, and the falling distance will be much less than 490 meters.

The acceleration is taken as 4.9 m/s²

h = 0.5 × 4.9 × 10² = 245m

"Damn, who can withstand this? They dug over 200 meters underground from the school. Is the principal a part-time tomb raider?"

The musty smell from being away from the sun for so long made his nasal cavity itchy.

Stephen Chow looked up and scanned his surroundings; the space in front of him was frighteningly spacious.

The top is covered with a complex network of exhaust pipes, some of which have rusted through.

On both sides are rows of tightly closed explosion-proof doors, and old-fashioned warning lights and numbered plaques are embedded in the walls.

This scale far exceeds that of ordinary air-raid shelters.

"Damn it, Old Wang was right! Those bastards are up to something big down there."

Zhou Xingxing tiptoed to the nearest door and peeked inside.

Behind the door was an abandoned sterile room.

Three three-meter-tall culture tanks stood side by side in the center, their glass surfaces covered with cracks, and murky, yellowish culture medium remaining at the bottom.

In one of the tanks, a thigh that had lost its original color floated.

The flesh was not completely rotten; the broken femur was replaced by a metal hydraulic rod; gears and wiring were embedded on both sides of the knee joint.

Black fascia is wrapped around the mechanical structure, which has been welded into a part that is half flesh and half iron.

Stephen Chow clenched his fist.

To dissect a person into pieces and then forcibly piece them together with mechanical parts?

Superpowers are innate, and mutants are still human.

Abilities are meant to secure a stable livelihood, not to be used by these psychopathic rulers as raw materials for developing biological weapons!

Stephen Chow took out a miniature camera and aimed it at the culture jar inside.

The evidence must be taken back.

Just as he was about to change his angle and take a couple more close-up shots, a subtle noise came from deep within the corridor.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound didn't last long, quickly turning into a series of chilling "click-click" sounds.

Stephen Chow's ears twitched slightly.

This commotion definitely wasn't caused by some security guard on night duty; it must be something more like a master.

Stephen Chow calmly put the miniature camera into his pocket and turned around unhurriedly.

In the darkness at the end of the corridor.

A figure walked out with faltering steps, his body hunched over, his skeletal proportions not recognizable as normal.

Most of his face was locked in a rusty iron restraint.

Zhou Xingxing stared at the number on the restraints, his fingertips pausing at his waist.

Is this guy also a victim?

The one eye that was exposed contained not a trace of human reason.

He was wearing a tattered hospital gown.

A large, irregular mass of fleshy growths could be clearly seen wriggling in the gaps in the clothing.

"Feed, feed."

Stephen Chow, pursing his lips, blurted out in broken Japanese, "Hey buddy, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Doing mechanical modifications here? Did you get the necessary permits?"

The man stopped and roared as the right side of his hospital gown burst open without warning!

His entire right arm exploded, and flesh and blood multiplied wildly in the air.

Within half a second, the chunks of flesh automatically reorganized and expanded, transforming directly into a mutated creature tentacle as thick as a bucket!

Stephen Chow was dumbfounded; the tentacle's surface had even hardened into a biological carapace.

Mechanical saw teeth were actually embedded in the gaps of the carapace!

Flesh and blood encased metal gears, spinning rapidly and producing the sound of a chainsaw.

Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched twice.

Good news, the mechanical voice that Saeko Busujima heard has been found.

The bad news is that this machine grows on people's bodies and will chase after them and attack them.

Grandma's...

I originally thought this was a simple ghost adventure, but who would have thought I'd open a mutated blind box!

"Bang!!!"

The tentacles, having missed their target, slammed into the blast door next to it, creating a dent and cracking the wall on the spot.

Stephen Chow, who had ducked to the side and behind, clicked his tongue and said, "With that kind of strength, you could save on the cost of machinery if you went to a construction site to drive piles!"

His attack missed, and the madness in the man's single eye intensified.

The gears on his arm hissed as if to cut Stephen Chow in half at the waist!

"Whoosh!"

Stephen Chow became a blur as he charged straight at the roaring bio-engineered saw-tooth tentacle!

Hold the knife handle with your right hand.