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

Several samurai swords tore through the mist and slashed down.

Stephen Chow braced himself with one hand on the slippery pool wall, leaped into the air, and kicked out alternately with both legs, knocking over the three attackers.

While submerged in water, Deadpool grabbed a floating bar saucer and slammed it into the face of the nearest thug.

The thugs on the shore, wearing wooden clogs, rushed up in droves, causing chaos around the pool.

Stephen Chow landed back in the shallow water and picked up a white towel from the shelf by the pool.

He soaked the towel in water, then with a flick of his wrist, twisted the water-soaked fabric into a sturdy braid.

With a twist of his arm, the wet towel transformed into a steel whip that lashed forward.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three crisp sounds in succession.

The three tattooed men at the front each had a bright red-purple mark on their faces, and in pain, they covered their faces and fell into the water.

The wooden doors around the house swung open with a clatter, and more henchmen dressed in black suits and carrying long knives poured out from the courtyard corridor.

Deadpool excitedly reached for the twin swords on his back, muttering that he was about to unleash his full power and mow down enemies.

Stephen Chow flicked Deadpool on the back of the head and grabbed his tactical strap.

"Don't embarrass yourself here, press your belt!"

"I haven't even made my move yet! If this airs, viewers will think I only know how to throw wooden tubs! I demand a reshoot!" Deadpool thrashed about in the water.

"Reshoot my foot! One more word and I'll deduct your pay!"

Deadpool grumbled and randomly pressed buttons on his belt, complaining about how unresponsive the buttons were on the secondhand equipment.

A blue light flashed, and the two figures vanished into thin air amidst the chaos of blades, leaving behind only a pool of boiling water and bewildered gang members.

Inside the Japanese-style room at the headquarters of the Oedo family, sandalwood burned in an incense burner in the corner, its smoke rising in wisps.

In front of the tatami mat, several underlings knelt in a row, their foreheads pressed against the backs of their hands, their bodies soaked in sweat.

"Your subordinate is incompetent!"

The ringleader swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Two strange men fell from the sky. One of them was wearing a red and black bodysuit and seemed mentally unstable. The other..."

The woman sitting in the main seat was wearing a dark purple kimono, and her hair was piled up high.

She is none other than Kumiko Yamaguchi, the young head of the Oedo family.

The image of the timid, unfashionable homeroom teacher from the daytime has completely vanished.

"What other characteristic?" she asked calmly, gently stirring the floating tea leaves with the lid of her teapot.

"Black hair, wearing a black suit."

The younger brother quickly added, "He was extremely skilled. He only used a wet towel and took down all three of us brothers in one move. Here are two portraits of him..."

As he spoke, the younger brother carefully pushed the portraits of the two people under the young lady's nose.

Kumiko Yamaguchi was somewhat surprised to notice the person in the painting.

Hoshino Seiichi?

A transfer student in Class 3-D, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, went to the Oedo family's branch to bathe in a hot spring.

That excuse is so ridiculous, even a ghost wouldn't believe it.

...

A quiet alleyway in Tokyo.

Two wet figures landed next to the trash can.

Stephen Chow steadied himself, wrung out the water from the hem of his suit jacket, and poured the water out of his shoes.

Deadpool also took off his mask, wringing out half a pound of water, and complained, "Why won't you let me take a bath? I haven't showered in a week. I smell worse than a pineapple pie pulled out of the toilet!"

Stephen Chow snorted and continued to straighten his clothes.

"So, what are you doing here?"

Deadpool leaned closer and asked curiously, "Playing role-playing? Or are you on some secret mission to save troubled high school girls? Can I join you?"

"I'm an undercover high school student! Don't interfere!"

"High school student?!"

Deadpool was so excited that he spun around twice on the spot.

"The school's music is so intense! I haven't been to school in years! I'm going to wear a uniform and be the school bully! I'm going to join the light music club, and I'm going to have a pure romance with a beautiful girl on the rooftop!"

He got more and more excited as he spoke, even starting to plan his campus life: "Yeah, I can pretend to be a transfer student, and my name will be 'Wade, the God of Pure Love, Wilson.' Do you think I look better in a sailor uniform or a stand-up collar uniform? Should I bring a lunchbox to exchange secrets with the school beauty?"

Looking at that pockmarked face, Zhou Xingxing scolded him with exasperation, "Your face is so ugly, even being diagnosed with a zombie would be an insult! Are you trying to cause a zombie apocalypse by going to school?"

"The security guards will throw you out with a pitchfork from two streets away! A pure love god of war? Do you see any pure love god of war who looks like a radiation-mutated avocado?"

Deadpool's shoulders slumped as he was being yelled at.

He walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and drew circles in the mud with his finger, his voice filled with grievance.

"How dare you attack my appearance? Vanessa said I have a wild, battle-worn look, exuding mature masculine charm. A clueless single dog like you wouldn't understand!"

Looking at his demeanor, Stephen Chow knew that he couldn't deal with this stubborn guy by just scolding him.

You have to go along with it, give them a good beating and then give them a sweet treat.

He walked over and nudged Deadpool's shoe.

"Alright, stop playing the victim."

Stephen Chow crouched down, patted Deadpool on the shoulder, and spoke with a hint of respect.

"Old Wei, it's not that I don't want to include you. Just think about it, look at the mess things are in over there in America right now!"

Deadpool stopped drawing circles, looked up, and looked puzzled in his single eye.

Stephen Chow began to skillfully make grand promises.

"Our employees are having a really tough time over there. Those bastards from the Silver Peak Group are hiding in the shadows, running some kind of cloning assembly line, turning all of New York into a mess!"

"Besides you, the world's number one mercenary, who could handle this situation?"

"Who can come and go freely in their secret warehouse?"

"Who can make them run away in terror?"

Deadpool stood up, straightened his bodysuit, and said hesitantly and uncertainly, "Me?"

"Of course, who else could it be but you?"

Stephen Chow stood up, placed his hands on Deadpool's shoulders, looked him straight in the eye, and said sincerely, "Your abilities and experience are tailor-made for this kind of high-difficulty mission!"

Upon hearing this, Deadpool proudly puffed out his chest.

"As long as you handle this matter perfectly and find out the truth about that mysterious woman from Yinfeng."

Zhou Xingxing held up one finger, "Getting a permanent position is no problem. I can even ask the leadership to apply for the title of 'Chief Strategy Officer for North America' for you."

"When you return to New York with this business card, everyone will call you 'Manager Wei'!"

Upon hearing these remarks, Deadpool was fully revived.

"Leave it to me!"

Deadpool, brimming with fighting spirit, roared, "Those bastards from Silver Peak, I'm going back to bleed them all dry! Wade, Chief Strategy Officer for North America, is officially online!"

He pressed hard on his belt.

"New York, ready to go. Stephen, wait for my good news! Remember to print my business card in gold foil! Make it look even more impressive than Tony Stark!"

Deadpool vanished without a trace, and the alley returned to its tranquility.

This guy is so easy to fool. I was just about to give him two hundred yuan to get rid of him!

With Deadpool causing trouble in the US, Silver Peak's days are numbered.

Tonight's exploration of the old school building was interrupted by Deadpool, but they still managed to figure out some things about the underground area.

We must find an opportunity to explore it again.

As for now…

Let's go to sleep first...