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

Black Shark reluctantly ordered the gangway to be lowered in the end.

"Get on board! Don't cause trouble!"

Stephen Chow patted Black Shark on the shoulder, looking pleased.

"That's right, the service industry should have a service mindset."

Black Shark's eye twitched, but he didn't say anything.

But his eyes were sinister.

That kind of gloom is the vengeful darkness of a man who has just been publicly beaten into a "crispy shark" and whose prestige has collapsed.

Waiting for the ship to depart...

He'll lock those bastards in the refrigerated cargo hold when the time comes.

Let them know who's in charge on the Black Shark!

Who is the law at sea?

Stephen Chow pretended not to see his gaze, adjusted his white felt hat, and turned to greet everyone.

"Come on, comrades, get on the ship."

At this moment, Snotty pulled a satellite phone out of his pocket and handed it to Stephen Chow.

The outer casing was severely worn, and there was tape wrapped around the corners.

"Take it."

Stephen Chow glanced down.

How new is it?

"Is now the time to ask that?"

"Of course," Zhou Xingxing said seriously. "Equipment depreciation is related to asset registration."

The slug glared at him: "Encrypted satellite phone. Don't contact us before resupplying off the coast of Vancouver. Unless the ship is sinking, or you're all hacked to pieces."

Stephen Chow frowned: "What if it's just a minor leak?"

"Use the basin to scoop it yourself!"

Who will reimburse the phone bill?

The slug completely broke down: "You'll only be qualified to report this if you get back alive!"

"That makes sense." Zhou Xingxing nodded. "Go back and hide. Don't get caught."

"You think I'm stupid? I'll move to another place right now."

"You don't want the health and wellness center anymore?"

"You're about to die, what's the point of taking care of your health?"

Stephen Chow lamented, "Capitalism is in dire straits; even the health and wellness industry lacks stable prospects."

The slug ignored him and turned to get into the taxi.

Before leaving, he rolled down the car window and shouted again, "Remember this, Black Shark is no good!"

Stephen Chow waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm no good either."

......

The group boarded the Black Shark.

This Panamanian-flagged cargo ship looks quite old.

The deck was covered in rust, old ropes were wrapped around the railings, and several containers were piled up crookedly.

The crew members stood on either side, their eyes sweeping over Lorna and Amy with ill intent.

Even knowing the other person is a mutant, a place like a ship can still arouse lust.

Lorna's fingertips twitched slightly.

A loose iron nail nearby silently floated up.

Stephen Chow reached out and pressed down on her wrist.

"Control your emotions, this is the boarding process."

Lorna said coldly, "I don't like those looks."

"Let them look," Stephen Chow said. "They have eyes on their faces. We can't dismantle public transportation just because they lack manners."

Is this ship considered public transportation?

"Even illegal transportation is still a means of transport. Are you going to dismantle it and make us swim back?"

Lorna paused for a second, and the nail fell back onto the deck.

Black Shark led the way.

"You'll live downstairs."

He lifted a hatch, revealing a narrow iron ladder.

Stephen Chow peeked down.

It was pitch black down there, with only a few dim yellow light bulbs flickering.

The cargo hold mezzanine was filled with frozen fish boxes, diesel drums, old tires, tattered canvas, and several bundles of hemp rope.

The so-called "cabin" is worse than a pigsty.

Stephen Chow paused for a moment.

Black Shark finally revealed a malicious smile.

"What? You're disgusted?"

Stephen Chow shook his head.

"It's not that I'm complaining." He looked up and asked seriously, "How did you pass the fire safety inspection with these accommodations?"

Black Shark: "..."

"Furthermore, having so many diesel drums and old tires piled together poses a serious safety hazard. The light bulbs are still suspended by these old-fashioned bare wires; what if a short circuit causes a fire? Where is your maritime escape plan? Have your fire extinguishers been inspected?"

Black Shark's forehead vein throbbed.

"Get out of here."

"Don't be so rude."

As Stephen Chow descended the ladder, he said, "It will be difficult for you to grow your business and become a major player like this."

The conditions inside the cargo hold were worse than I had imagined.

A few mice scurried past behind the tire, squeaking twice.

Stephen Chow, however, was already in work mode.

He rolled up the cuffs of his white suit and looked around.

"It's okay if the conditions are a little tough. It's a business trip to the grassroots level, so we can't expect too much."

Lorna looked at the frozen fish tanks scattered on the floor: "You call this a bit tough?"

"It's better than some county guesthouses."

Stephen Chow bent down, picked up an old tire, and threw it into a corner.

"Ah Ji, move those diesel drums away. Anton can't sleep in the wind, nor can he sleep next to diesel drums. Xiao Luo, help me put away these iron hooks, so no one gets pricked in the middle of the night. Amy, you stand here for now, don't step in that puddle of black water."

Stephen Chow picked out a few relatively clean pieces of wood from a pile of scrap wood, used a butcher knife to "snap" off the splinters, and then used hemp rope and canvas to build a simple partition.

"A temporary rest area for lesbians."

"We'll have to make do with what we have. We'll put two frozen fish crates inside as stools, and then cover them with a canvas to at least block the view."

Amy whispered, "Thank you."

Stephen Chow waved his hand: "No need to thank me. Protecting the privacy of female employees is a basic responsibility of any company."

Lorna looked at the crooked canvas and suddenly said, "Did you always take care of others like this?"

Stephen Chow thought about it.

"When I used to sell pork, I would cover it with a white cloth."

Lorna's face darkened: "Are you comparing us to pork?"

"That's not what I meant," Stephen Chow quickly explained. "What I meant was that covering up is very important. The flesh should be presentable, and the person should be even more presentable."

Lorna snorted, but she didn't say anything more.

The rushing water moved the diesel drum aside, making room for a vent.

Anton was gently laid down and sat down against a roll of old canvas.

Zhou Xingxing checked the vents and then touched the wall to check its temperature.

"It's alright here. The wind doesn't blow directly on you, and the air conditioning isn't too strong."

Anton said in a low voice, "Were you really a secret agent before?"

"certainly."

Stephen Chow placed a wooden board under his feet: "Even secret agents need to know logistics. A secret agent who can't arrange beds isn't a good butcher."

The cargo ship's engines roared to life.

The boat shuddered slightly and slowly left the dock.

The seawater lapped against the hull, making a dull sound.

The shouts of crew members and the sound of chains sliding could be heard from above.

The Black Shark has departed.

Lorna looked up and sensed it.

"We have left the dock."

Stephen Chow was tidying up the frozen fish box when he heard this and sighed.

"When they are no longer under the supervision of the public, criminal gangs will rise again."

Sure enough, footsteps came from the iron stairs not long after.

Black Shark led four of his men into the cargo hold.

His face had been treated simply with a band-aid.

It looks more like a fish that was flattened and then stubbornly swam back to the sea.

He stood in the doorway and sneered, "You really think this is your home?"

Stephen Chow is writing on the wall with a piece of chalk.

Temporary Accommodation Agreement:

1. Smoking is prohibited.

Second, harassment of female comrades is prohibited.

3. Garbage should be centrally stored.

4. Keep quiet after 10 p.m.

5. No open flames are allowed near diesel drums.

Black Shark stared at those lines of text, and the veins on his forehead began to throb again.

"The rules on the ship have changed," he said.

Lorna slowly raised her eyes, and Jiliu stood in front of Anton.

Amy instinctively took half a step back.

Stephen Chow is still writing the sixth one.

6. Urinating or defecating indiscriminately is prohibited.

He turned around after finishing writing: "What's changed?"

"On this ship, I am in charge of all the allocation of fresh water, food, and cabin space."

He pointed at Lorna and Amy: "These two women will be staying in the captain's cabin from now on."

"Creak—"

The nails and supports in the cargo hold walls vibrated simultaneously.

A whirlwind appeared around the rapids, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Does the captain's cabin have the same standards for female staff dormitories?

Black Shark frowned: "What?"

"How many beds are there? How is the ventilation? Is there a separate door lock? Can the door be locked from the inside? Is there a management system in place to prevent male crew members from entering without permission?"

The smile on Black Shark's face gradually disappeared.

Zhou Xingxing said seriously, "If not, then it doesn't meet the safety requirements for female employees' accommodation. We can't go."

One of the crew members cursed, "You think this is a hotel?"

Stephen Chow shook his head: "At least hotels have a front desk for registration. You're not even as good as a shady motel."

Black Shark took a step forward, his eyes filled with malice.

"I'm not discussing this with you."

He walked past Stephen Chow, approached Amy, and reached out to touch her hair.

The next second, a flash of silver light streaked across the sky.

The back of the butcher's knife stopped against Black Shark's wrist.

Although Stephen Chow still had a smile on his face, his eyes were already icy cold.

"Mr. Shark"

His voice was very soft.

"A lesbian's hair is not public waters."