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

Black Shark's facial muscles twitched a few times.

He stared into Stephen Chow's smiling eyes, his back teeth grinding together.

The dim light in the cargo hold shone on the butcher's knife, its blade reflecting a cold glint.

This coldness, on the contrary, made people even more uneasy.

Black Shark swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

He could sense that the four henchmen behind him were almost breathing, especially the tall, thin guy on the far right, whose legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Let's go." Black Shark squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

The four underlings were overjoyed and jogged to catch up with their captain.

Stephen Chow tucked the butcher knife back into his waistband and straightened the collar of his white suit.

He knows it perfectly well.

Black Shark, a vagrant who grew up on the docks, won't suddenly become a saint just because he got a beating.

The amount of bad ideas in such a person's belly is measured in tons.

But Black Shark cannot die now.

This wrecked cargo ship needs a helmsman who can steer it.

You can't just chop the captain up and feed him to the fish, and then have Lorna use magnetism to force the bottom of the boat to slide forward.

Stephen Chow mentally simulated the scene—Lorna standing at the bow of the ship, her green hair standing on end, her magnetic field crackling as it forcefully pushed the entire cargo ship forward. The image was certainly cool, but it was too Felina-esque.

Not cost-effective.

Lorna leaned against the frozen fish tank with her arms crossed, the murderous intent in her eyes still lingering: "He'll cause trouble again. I've seen plenty of people like him."

Stephen Chow pulled over a frozen fish box and sat down.

"That shows you don't understand business management. Right now, he's an irreplaceable production tool. Once we get a new ship to pick him up, if he dares to bare his teeth again, I'll scale and gut him and turn him into sashimi on the spot. For now, consider him a free chauffeur."

Lorna snorted and changed her posture.

Stephen Chow couldn't help but take a second look, shaking his head inwardly.

This evil capitalist society doesn't treat people like human beings at all. What a wonderful comrade she was, but that bastard Stryker bled her blood until she was pale and emaciated.

Amy next to him was a little plump, and with that pitiful expression, she looked exactly like a recent graduate being ruthlessly exploited by a heartless boss.

Stephen Chow cleared his throat: "Since we have some free time now, let me tell you about our company's paid annual leave policy. It's a real benefit; not only do we have free meals and accommodation, but we also give out two cans of soybean oil and a box of ribbonfish for Chinese New Year..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A faint noise came from the corner.

"Crunch—"

The swift current was the first to stand up.

His brother Anton had just experienced a genetic rejection, and now any slight disturbance could be dangerous.

Lorna pursed her lips.

"Don't panic, it's probably just a mouse."

Upon hearing the word "mouse," Stephen Chow immediately jumped up.

"The rats on this ship are all unregistered, illegal immigrants!" Stephen Chow drew a knife from his waist, the blade flashing a white line under the light.

"Do you know how many pathogens they're carrying? Article 213 of the Customs Quarantine List states that rodents must be quarantined for 14 days! These guys, on the other hand, just illegally crossed the border without even paying for their tickets—"

He tiptoed toward the corner.

There were several large wooden barrels, about half a person's height, piled up in that corner, and the sound was coming from the innermost barrel.

Stephen Chow walked up to the wooden barrel, pressed the edge of the lid with his left hand, and lifted it open.

There were no rats in the barrel, but a woman was curled up inside.

Stephen Chow, holding a butcher knife, looked somewhat bewildered.

This woman has a rather unique style.

He had messy red hair and surprisingly blue skin.

He was huddled inside the small wooden tub, clutching a half-eaten strawberry lollipop tightly in his hand.

The woman was startled when the lid was suddenly lifted; she shrank back inside as fast as she could, and tears streamed down her face.

Blue skin?

Red hair?

Still eating lollipops?

What kind of look is this?

"Comrade, who are you? That's not very polite!"

Stephen Chow tapped the butcher knife against the edge of the wooden bucket, making a crisp sound.

"These tickets cost five thousand US dollars each. Hiding here to evade payment is a serious case of freeloading. Cash or QR code?"

The blue-skinned woman trembled with fear, almost dropping the lollipop in her hand.

"I...I didn't come up here on purpose...I just wanted to find a place to sleep..." she stammered, her words tinged with innocent foolishness.

Lorna and Amy came over when they heard the commotion.

Amy covered her mouth and exclaimed, "My God, is she a mutant too?"

Stephen Chow put the knife away and crossed his arms.

"Please introduce yourself: name, age, place of origin, and special skills."

The woman looked at the three people who had surrounded her, trembling, and said in a trembling voice, "My name is Edith... Edith Constance Sawyer."

"So complicated, Comrade Yi. Is your blue skin natural or dyed? Does it fade when you shower?"

"Born that way..."

"With your height and long legs, how did you squeeze into this broken barrel? Did that bastard Black Shark shove you in?"

Edith shook her head.

"No... I was being chased by some police officers, and in my panic, I teleported here. Before I even figured out where I was, I heard noises outside, and I got scared, so I crawled in."

Stephen Chow's eyes were burning with passion.

"You just said you can teleport? How far? Can you carry people? Can you carry goods?"

Stephen Chow grabbed the edge of the wooden bucket, his voice trembling with excitement.

Edith was terrified by his posture and desperately tried to stick back.

"Don't kill me! I can... I can carry people! I can carry things. I can teleport anywhere in the world... anywhere I've been, or anywhere I can imagine..."

Stephen Chow slapped his thigh.

"This is fantastic! This is truly international express delivery! Same-city delivery in a second! The ultimate solution for never having your food late!"

Lorna rolled her eyes. "Can you stop dragging every mutant into the food delivery business? They're a space-age ability user, after all."

Zhou Xingxing turned around and retorted, "What's wrong with delivering food? Earning money through hard work isn't shameful! With Comrade Xiao Yi, our unit will save on postage and airfare for transmitting confidential documents and allocating emergency supplies!"

Edith was relieved to hear this.

So they weren't trying to kill me after all!

That's good. I would have run away long ago if I weren't exhausted.

Why would anyone stay here and be scared by this madman in the white suit?

Thinking of this, Edith stood up from the bucket: "Teleporting is very tiring. I get sleepy after a few teleports... I realize..."

Before I could finish speaking, my eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, a signal from my body that it was forcibly shutting down.

She has already teleported twice.

The first time she disappeared from the sight of the police chasing her, the news reached the container yard in Newark.

The second time, the cargo ship was brought in from the container yard and precisely located in a corner of the empty cargo hold.

Less than five minutes passed between the two teleportations.

Edith's pupils began to lose focus, and the world turned into blurry patches of color—the white of the white suit, the green of Lorna's hair, the yellow of the dim light, all mixed together.

Then she tumbled out of the barrel and lunged straight at Stephen Chow.

Stephen Chow was completely unprepared.

He was still calculating the unit cost of "international express delivery" in his mind when suddenly everything went black and a blue-skinned girl rushed towards him.

He instinctively opened his arms to catch it.

Edith rested her head on Stephen Chow's shoulder, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and actually started snoring softly.

Fell asleep.

Sleep in seconds.

Stephen Chow stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

"Hey! Trying to scam me, huh?!"

Lorna gave a cold laugh.

"rogue."

Stephen Chow looked like he was about to cry but had no tears, his hands raised in mid-air.

"This really wasn't me taking advantage! She started it! Xiao Luo, don't jump to conclusions! Someone come quick and help me get her down, my white suit is going to get spit on it!"