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

Stephen Chow unbuttoned his white suit jacket.

"I'm going upstairs to process the ticket refund and also to collect some compensation for emotional distress. You guys get ready, I'll be leaving as soon as I get back."

Jiliu frowned: "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Don't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. You have high hopes for Anton."

He slipped out of the cargo hold again, his footsteps so light they made no sound.

The captain's cabin is on the second deck.

The door lock is a standard brass pin tumbler lock.

Zhou Xingxing took out a butcher knife and inserted it into the lock seam, then flicked his wrist slightly.

"Click".

The door opened.

He slipped inside and locked the door behind him.

The room wasn't large, but Black Shark had decorated it like a private club of a Middle Eastern warlord.

A studded leather sofa took up half the wall, next to which hung a nude oil painting with poor workmanship and bubbling paint.

There was a half-empty bottle of tequila on the table, with a ring of yellow stains at the bottom of the glass.

The whole room reeked of a mixture of cheap cigars and body odor.

Stephen Chow covered his nose, looking pained.

"The air quality index in this room is probably off the charts. The environmental protection bureau will have to seal the door on the spot when they come."

He had no time for sentimentality; he looked down and surveyed the room. The wardrobe—clothes. Worthless.

The drawer contained a pile of porn magazines, two spare handguns, and three boxes of ammunition. The handguns were too old to fetch much, but the bullets could be given to Lorna as part of her ammunition stockpile.

Stephen Chow tucked the bullet box into his pocket.

I found a heavy metal box under the bed.

He cleaved the lock open with a single stroke.

Inside were neatly stacked stacks of US dollars. They were all old bills, of varying denominations, mostly hundred dollars.

I glanced at it briefly, and it cost at least forty or fifty thousand.

There were also several gold bars and three thick gold chains next to it, big enough to tie a dog.

"This grandson is quite fat."

Stephen Chow's eyes were shining with a green light.

"This is called confiscating illegal gains and enriching the national infrastructure slush fund."

He ripped off the bed sheet and stuffed all the money and gold bars inside, not even leaving behind the diamond-encrusted gold lighter on the table.

After settling into the captain's cabin, he carried a half-full bed sheet to the crew's lounge.

The door wasn't closed properly.

Inside, four shirtless burly men were playing Texas Hold'em.

There was a pile of colorful banknotes and coins on the table.

A blond-haired man looked smug, holding a pair of Ks in his hand.

"Once we get to international waters, and the boss gets tired of playing with them, those two girls will be ours."

A bearded man next to him chuckled, "The green-haired one's got guts, I'll go first."

The blond-haired man slammed his cards on the table: "You my ass. I won three hundred dollars gambling, so I get to go first."

"You think you can get priority for three hundred bucks? I took a knife for the boss last time—"

Stephen Chow kicked the door open.

"Ward check! Crackdown on prostitution and illegal publications! Hands behind your head, squat down!"

Once he realized what was happening, the blond-haired guy grabbed a bottle and smashed it over.

Stephen Chow slid forward and smashed the butcher knife, scabbard and all, onto the back of the blond-haired man's head.

"thump."

The blond-haired man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Before the other three could react, Stephen Chow had already vanished in a blur.

A left hook, a right whip kick, plus a move called "Double Dragons Emerging from the Sea".

Three seconds.

Four burly men lay neatly on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Your thoughts are filthy; you deserve to lose money."

Stephen Chow walked over and swept all the money on the table into the bed sheet bundle.

He casually pulled the Rolex gold watch off the blond guy's wrist as well.

"This form is good. I'll take it back to Director Wang and see if he dares to withhold my expense reports again."

Come back fully loaded.

Stephen Chow carried a bundle back to the cargo hold.

Lorna's eyelids twitched as she looked at the bulging bed sheet.

"Are you going to seek redress or to restock?"

"Asset restructuring"

Stephen Chow slammed his bag down on the ground: "Black Shark unilaterally breached the contract, so it's reasonable for me to collect some penalty money, right?"

Amy's eyes widened.

"You robbed them?"

"How can you call it robbery when it involves scholars? I'm teaching them the rules of doing business!"

"Besides, that money of his was illicit money earned through smuggling and illegal immigration. I'm turning that illicit money into infrastructure funding; that's called optimal resource allocation. Didn't you learn economics?"

Edith sat on the canvas cushion and let out a burp.

She ate half a turkey and a whole bottle of whiskey.

Two blushes appeared on her blue face.

"I'm stuffed."

She stood up and stretched.

"Comrade Xiao Luo, it's up to you now."

Stephen Chow snapped his fingers.

Lorna gave a cold smile, spread her ten fingers, and burst out with green light.

"The crankshaft, four-cylinder diesel engine, main drive shaft, reduction gearbox, and propeller are all made of three-bladed copper alloy. It's an all-metal structure; there isn't a single plastic part."

"It's so easy to dismantle."

Stephen Chow gave a thumbs up.

"But don't take it apart. It's a waste if the parts sink to the bottom of the sea. Weld the drive shaft and propeller together, and then turn the crankshaft two turns. That way, he can't fix it, but the ship won't sink."

"Why not sink the ship?"

"If it sinks, it's considered deliberate sabotage of a means of transport. What if there are innocent crew members on board? We have to consider humanitarian considerations."

Stephen Chow added, "Besides, if the ship sinks, the insurance company pays him, so he actually makes a profit. If you don't let it sink, he has to pay for the towing and repairs himself, and that's what you call a real economic sanction."

Lorna glanced at him.

This person's brain circuits are truly not on the same line as normal people.

"OK."

The entire cargo ship suddenly began to shake violently.

"Creak—Bang!"

A loud bang.

The ship lost power, the lights went out, and the cargo hold was plunged into darkness.

"Done."

Lorna clapped her hands, her tone relaxed.

"I welded their drive shaft and propeller together. This ship is now less than a metal turtle."

"Well done!"

Stephen Chow turned to look at Edith.

"Comrade Xiao Yi, let's go!"

Edith walked over and hugged Stephen Chow tightly.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Stephen Chow gasped and raised his hands in mid-air.

"Ouch! What are you doing?!"

"Physical contact is necessary to teleport people."

Edith, completely self-righteous, clung to him.

"I'm too full to walk, carry me."

Lorna scoffed in the darkness, "You're quite adept at taking advantage of me."

"No! I was sacrificing myself for my job!"

Stephen Chow defended himself through gritted teeth.

"Ah Ji, you're holding onto Anton! Amy, you're grabbing Xiao Luo's clothes! Xiao Luo, you're grabbing my shoulder!"

The group quickly formed a chain.

Edith closed her eyes, and a purple spatial ripple appeared on her blue skin.

"China, let's go!"

"Whoosh—"

A flash of purple light appeared.

All that was left were a few discarded tires and a pile of bones.

……

The cockpit of the Black Shark.

"What happened?! Why did the engine stop?!"

Black Shark gripped the walkie-talkie and roared wildly.

The chief engineer's terrified voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss! Something's wrong! The main shaft is broken! The propeller is jammed! All the metal in the engine room is twisted together!"

Black Shark's mind went blank.

It must have been that green-haired girl who did it!

"Damn it! I'm going to kill them all!"

Black Shark pulled out his revolver and rushed out of the driver's seat.

As he passed by his room, he noticed the door was open.

My heart skipped a beat.

I rushed in to take a look.

The safe was wide open, and the bed sheets were gone.

The money, gold bars, and gold chains all disappeared without a trace.

Even the solid gold lighter on the table is gone.

"Ah!!! My money!!!"

The black shark let out a heart-wrenching scream.

With red eyes, he stumbled and rushed toward the crew rest room.

The door was wide open.

Four of his men lay sprawled on the ground.

The blond-haired man had drool hanging from his mouth and a bump on the back of his head.

The bearded man lay sprawled on the chair, his posture resembling that of a stranded walrus.

The gambling money on the table was completely gone.

Even the blond-haired man's Rolex is gone.

Black Shark's lips trembled twice, but he didn't make a sound before rushing back to the cargo hold.

"Bang!"

It was pitch black inside, and there was nothing there.

There are no lunatics in white suits, and no women with green hair.

There was only a faint smell of whiskey left in the air.

"Where are they?! Where did they go?!"

Upon closer inspection, two sentences had been added to the chalk writing on the wall.

Temporary Accommodation Agreement.

Article 6: Urinating or defecating indiscriminately is prohibited.

An extra line appeared at the bottom, written in a flamboyant, exaggerated style; it was clearly added later.

"Thank you, Mr. Black Shark, for your generous sponsorship of the nation's infrastructure projects. Sincerely,

There was also a smiley face drawn next to it.