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

A foul stench filled the air; the smell of blood and decay made one want to vomit even for leftovers.

The gleaming light of the blade illuminated the corridor.

The butcher's knife sliced ​​through the obstruction, slashing diagonally upwards. The sharp blade met the roaring, crashing bio-engineered serrated tentacle head-on.

"clang!"

Mars briefly illuminates Zhou Xingxing and the monster's maddened one-eyed star.

"Click...click!"

Stephen Chow was somewhat surprised to find the butcher knife embedded in the serrated surface.

This monster is quite powerful and has a fast self-healing speed. The flesh membrane cut by the blade is closing up, and the proliferating tissue is squeezing inward along the gap, trying to push the butcher knife outward.

Rusty iron sheets and blackened gears, along with various strange parts, were completely fused together with that scarlet tumor.

The gaps between the gears were filled with proliferating, mutated cells. As the gears turned, they stirred up viscous bodily fluids.

They couldn't even find a belt or wire to transmit power.

Is the mechanical structure of this thing entirely driven by biological tissue?

No matter how much abnormal scientific research Bureau 749 conducts, it still adheres to basic physical laws!

Even the toilet plunger modified by Leonardo da Vinci needed a battery to operate.

These island nation perverts actually came up with this monstrosity that violates the law of conservation of energy?

This is a violation of human rights and an insult to science!

"Damn it!"

Stephen Chow pulled out a butcher knife, kicked the monster's arm, landed with a backflip, and pointed at the monster while cursing loudly.

"This chainsaw on your body grew out of thin air? No plug, no battery, not even a charging port. Are you going for a cyber perpetual motion machine?"

"No electricity bills, no environmental impact assessments. If the environmental protection department investigates, they'll arrest you first and make you work as a sewing machine operator!"

The monster couldn't understand this barbed and sarcastic remark at all.

In its single eye, not even a trace of human reason could be found.

The attack failed, and the monster roared.

Bone spurs pierced the dark red skin, and flesh proliferated and hardened in the air.

In just a few breaths, a pile of rotten flesh transformed into a half-person-high horny bone shield on the shoulder, its surface covered with barbs.

The monster, with its newly grown bone spike shield, lowered its shoulders and charged headfirst into the attack.

"Hot updates during combat? Your R&D department is quite diligent."

Taking advantage of a few seconds of free time, Stephen Chow lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Since there's no way to avoid it, we might as well just cut in.

With his knees slightly bent and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Stephen Chow pushed off with his feet and closed in on the monster.

"Whoosh!"

The bone spur grazed his shoulder and pierced the wall behind him, carving several deep furrows into the plaster.

Zhou Xingxing crouched down, twisted his waist, and tucked in his hips along the edge of the shield, sliding into the monster's inner defensive line through the gaps in the bone shield.

The distance has been shortened.

He spun the butcher knife halfway around in his palm, then switched to a reverse grip.

"Lie down!"

He used his waist to propel his right arm, aiming at the left side of the monster's chest, where the heart should be, and chopped down with force.

The blade sliced ​​through his chest without any resistance and went straight into the hilt.

The expected gushing of blood did not occur.

Stephen Chow frowned; the touch felt off.

What about the tightness you feel when you puncture a throbbing organ and the surge in blood pressure caused by a ruptured artery?

All of this guy's organs are misaligned.

Could it be that, in order to adapt to this crazy biomechanical alienation, the body digested, decomposed, and reorganized the fixed structure of the heart into a decentralized blood supply system?

Before he could even draw his sword and retreat...

The flesh around the wound began to writhe. Hundreds and thousands of fine red tendrils emerged from under the skin and climbed up the blade.

The acid secreted by the fleshy whiskers attempted to dissolve the gloves on Stephen Chow's face. The tiny barbs on the surface of the whiskers opened up and frantically scratched at the gloves that could not be dissolved for the time being.

Stephen Chow got goosebumps all over.

So you have no sense of martial ethics?

Do you really think I'm here to do charity?!

Today, I'll perform a painless amputation on this pile of junk!

Tighten your lower abdomen and focus your energy on your lower abdomen (Dantian).

The powerful internal energy surged through the acupoints on his right arm and into the butcher's knife.

The originally dull blade of the pig-slaughtering knife suddenly glowed with a halo.

"Let go!"

Using the force of his internal energy bursting out, Stephen Chow flipped his wrist outward and twisted it forcefully.

The internal energy attached to the blade instantly shredded the disgusting fleshy tendrils that had wrapped around it into a pile of minced meat.

The acid was evaporated by the internal energy, turning into a puff of white smoke.

He drew his sword and thrust it into the barrel.

The recoil from drawing the sword caused his right arm to trace a sharp semi-circle in mid-air, slashing down at the oncoming bio-chainsaw tentacle.

The slash produced a whooshing sound.

The cyan blade flashed, leaving a crescent-shaped afterimage in the darkness.

The blade collided with the rapidly spinning gears.

This time there were no glitches or stalemates.

The butcher knife, empowered by internal energy, sliced ​​through the outer membrane of the bio-tentacle, severed the metal gears inside, and cleaved the sticky, mutated tumors in the process.

The chainsaw tentacles, about the thickness of half a water bucket, were cleanly severed.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

The severed tentacle did not lose its vitality; it continued to bounce and roll on the ground.

The monster raised its neck, its single eye wide open, and let out a mournful roar.

Stephen Chow held the sword across his chest and took two steps to create a safe distance.

He stared at the monster's severed arm, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

At the break, fleshy buds intertwined, and the severed bones and mechanical joints, under the forceful pull of those newly grown fleshy tendrils, made a clicking sound as they assembled, actually trying to grow new weapons.

An even more outrageous turn of events occurred in this guy's chest cavity.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the monster's chest cavity split open completely to both sides.

The ribs on both sides were like giant, open traps, with flesh and blood rolled outwards.

There was no normal digestive system inside; it was filled with a dense network of pipes and energy storage tanks.

A thick, dark metal gun barrel protruded from deep within its esophagus and internal organs.

The black gun barrel was covered in slime, intertwined with the surrounding blood vessels.

The gun barrel, as big as an adult's fist, locked onto Stephen Chow and fired at point-blank range.

"Playing with guns, huh? I have one too!"

Stephen Chow sneered and pulled out the quirky gun that Moon Boy had given him from his pocket with his left hand.

Before he could even raise his gun, the surroundings changed drastically once again.

A miniature spatial vortex formed in the air between the two people.

A blinding red light exploded in mid-air.

"Mother FXXker—!"

A classic American insult rang out.

A figure dressed in a red and black bodysuit and carrying two samurai swords fell straight down.

His buttocks landed squarely on the protruding gun barrel in the monster's chest cavity.

"Snap!"

The gun barrel was bent over by the figure that descended from the sky.