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

Stephen Chow's neck hairs stood on end.

It's going to explode!

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, slid his body to the side and back, and shouted, "Get your butt out of the way!"

Deadpool sat on the gun barrel, his mask revealing one round and one flat eye, still unsure whether he was a paratrooper or a cannonball.

"I was trying to look a bit more handsome..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tubes in the monster's chest cavity bulged.

The muzzle flash from the gun failed to escape and instead flowed back into the body through the bent barrel.

With a shrug, the fleshy growths at the severed arm began to roll and stretch, while the tentacles, not yet fully grown, swept across with serrated edges.

Deadpool had just jumped up when he felt a chill on his shoulder.

Turning my head, I saw an arm flying out.

"Fuck! That's my hand!" Deadpool screamed, staring at the severed hand still clutching the ground.

"I just got my nails done! Do you know how long the wait is?"

Stephen Chow originally wanted to remind it that there was another one, but when he saw the fleshy buds sprouting rapidly on its arm, he swallowed his words.

This thing can grow back.

He took two steps back, giving the center of the battlefield to this unexpected hero.

He casually took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a smoke ring.

"Your entrance was quite unique."

Stephen Chow mumbled, "Next time, let me know in advance, and I'll write you a welcome banner."

Deadpool used his only remaining hand to pull out the katana from his back. The scabbard was knocked askew, and after two attempts, he couldn't pull it out properly. Enraged, he kicked the monster in the knee.

"Stop looking! Quickly, hold it down for me!"

"You hold them off for now." Zhou Xingxing said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze quickly sweeping over the monster. "I'll find the key point."

That last strike proved he could damage it, but he still had no idea how to kill it.

It has no fixed heart, its organs are scattered, and it can even recycle and reassemble severed tentacles.

If they don't find a power source or a breeding core, they could stay here until dawn.

The monster's one eye turned red from the noise of Deadpool.

It ignored Stephen Chow, its abdomen suddenly tightened, and its skin turned outward, revealing a structure resembling a metal ring.

Seven or eight fleshy tentacles with poisonous barbs sprang out from inside, stabbing Deadpool in the head and face.

The stinger is covered with a pale green liquid, and it emits white smoke when it falls to the ground.

Deadpool tumbled awkwardly, his back scraping against the wall.

"Hey! You lump of rotten flesh covered in iron!"

He dodged while cursing, "Your tentacles are uglier than my eighty-year-old grandmother's genitals!"

Stephen Chow originally wanted to remind it to save its energy, but seeing that the monster paused in its movements after being provoked by those words, he silently took back his words.

Can this thing understand English?

Why can't you understand your own Japanese?

Is what I said really that inaccurate?

Deadpool finally pulled out his knife and severed a tentacle that grazed his mask. Liquid spurted from the severed end onto his chest, emitting a wisp of white smoke.

"Go to hell, Stephen!" he yelled at Stephen Chow. "Come help me! It's so ugly, it's an eyesore!"

Stephen Chow stepped aside a few paces and said, "Go on, it just wants to beat you up right now. Besides, I don't have any self-healing abilities."

"Is this a compliment? Okay, I could talk to him all day!"

The confident Deadpool slipped, and his newly grown arm, which was only halfway up his shoulder, was grazed by the poisonous stinger, tearing a chunk of flesh off.

He hissed in pain, but his words became even more vicious.

"Hey! Was your aesthetic sense gnawed on by ghouls in the sewers? Did your mother throw the blueprints into a meat grinder when she gave birth to you?"

Stephen Chow was amazed.

The tumors on the monster's body began to expand rapidly. The tentacle remains that had just been severed were also dragged back to its abdomen by the newly grown fleshy tendrils, and were refilled like recycled materials.

Wait... why is he getting fatter the more he fights?

Zhou Xingxing's eyes narrowed, and he quickly moved closer, severing a thin tentacle that was about to attack Deadpool's ankle with his blade.

Deadpool took the opportunity to roll over, catching his breath: "So you've finally decided to do it?"

"I'm just afraid you'll die too quickly, and then there will be no one to draw fire."

Zhou Xingxing stared at the metal ring around the monster's abdomen.

Each time the tentacle pops out, the metal ring retracts, like some kind of valve.

But whenever he tries to get close, the monster blocks his path with bone shields and chainsaw tentacles.

Deadpool was struck by both tentacles at the same time, slamming him to the ground with a dent in his chest.

He coughed up blood, then leaned on the knife to stand up: "Are you trying to turn me into a limited edition?"

The remaining gun barrel fragments inside the monster's chest cavity made a clicking sound, and this time three drill-tentacled tentacles emerged.

The drill bit was covered in flesh and blood, and it was spinning at an incredibly fast speed.

Deadpool had just put the broken bone back in place when he heard the sound. His eyes widened behind his mask. "Wait, we can talk..."

"puff!"

Three rotating drill bits, one grazing his side and embedding itself in the wall, the second piercing through his calf.

The last one went through the edge of his shoulder blade, pinning him to the wall.

Deadpool stubbornly raised one hand and gave the monster the middle finger.

"That's it? My grandma's sewing machine is more accurate than yours!"

The butcher knife sliced ​​through two tentacles that were trying to attack Deadpool, then with a twist of its wrist, it cut into the seam where flesh and metal met.

"Click."

One of the drill tentacles was cut in half, Deadpool's shoulder loosened, and he fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

"Stop howling, get up."

"I've been nailed to the wall as a decorative piece, are you going to let me get up?"

Stephen Chow grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him to the side.

Strange fluctuations emanated from the chest cavity of the monster that had been forced back.

Stephen Chow got goosebumps.

Deeper underground, there was a response.

"Thump."

"Thump."

"Thump."

Stephen Chow almost dropped the cigarette he was holding.

isn't it?

Why do you need to call for backup just to fight a small monster?

Old Zhou concluded that they couldn't stay here any longer.

"Get lost!" He kicked away the tentacles that were trying to wrap around him and grabbed Deadpool.

Deadpool was dragged along the ground, leaving a bloody trail, and gasped in pain, "Be gentle! I'm still healing!"

Where's your belt?

"Yes! Yes! Don't rush me!"

Deadpool pressed his remaining hand on the teleportation belt a few times.

The belt flashed red twice and emitted a series of static sounds.

"hurry up!"

"It needs to be warmed up! What can you do with secondhand goods?!"

Deadpool filmed and cursed, "I'm going to complain about logistics! I'm going to complain about the Consumer Association! I'm going to complain about this damn universe!"

The monster raised its severed arm again, and chainsaw tentacles took shape.

Stephen Chow is prepared to tough it out.

A hair's breadth away.

The belt finally flashed with blue light.

"Open Sesame... wait, isn't this line someone else's?" Deadpool muttered.

The blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the two vanished from their spot.

The dizziness made Stephen Chow want to vomit; this guy's teleportation was even less reliable than the Smurfs'!

As soon as I opened my eyes, a gust of wind carrying ice and snow smeared my mouth.

Zhou Xingxing wiped his face and stared blankly at the white snow slope in front of him.

What the hell did he do to himself this time?