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

The rushing water ripped open the clothes covered in black mud, and spread its arms wide.

A sudden gust of wind arose, instantly creating a tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground.

The high concentrations of hydrogen sulfide gas that were spreading close to the ground were pulled into the air by this suction force.

"Great! This exhaust fan is powerful!"

Stephen Chow, holding his black felt hat in the howling wind, turned to the dumbfounded Old Zhao and shouted, "Old Zhao! See that?! This is called a directional meteorological risk control expert! They specialize in solving your construction site's illegal emissions of harmful gases—completely green!"

But the crisis is not over.

Black mud mixed with rock debris shot into the sky, resembling a black dragon emerging from the earth.

One of the steel cables slammed into the sand with a "thud," carving a deep trench that was less than half a meter from a worker's calf.

Lorna stood against the wind, and under the horrified gazes of Zhao Hongqi and a dozen other workers, the drilling rig, which had been tilted at a 45-degree angle, suddenly stabilized in mid-air!

"rise!"

The magnetic field enveloped the entire giant tower, gradually straightening the bent load-bearing columns.

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

The magnetic force caused high-frequency friction, and the broken steel cables and load-bearing supports melted at high temperatures and were then welded together under the pressure of the magnetic field.

The originally stuck stainless steel blowout preventer was squeezed inward by the powerful magnetic force and was eventually crushed into a solid lump of iron.

"puff--"

After a small spurt of black water finally emerged, the blowout stopped, and the strong winds subsided.

Zhao Hongqi rubbed his eyes, looked at the newly erected drilling rig, then at the blowout preventer that had been squeezed into a solid iron ball, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel on the sand.

"My goodness gracious... Is this some kind of Transformers coming to the countryside for poverty alleviation?!"

With the crisis over, a dozen workers collapsed onto the sand, panting heavily.

Some survivors hugged their helmets and wiped away tears.

Some people were still in shock, repeatedly muttering, "He's alive, he's alive, he's really alive..."

Several workers who had been running slower earlier were also gagging, clutching their chests and turning blue in the face, clearly having inhaled small amounts of hydrogen sulfide.

It's not fatal, but it's extremely uncomfortable.

Amy stood to the side looking somewhat awkward; she couldn't understand what the workers were saying.

I don't quite understand how serious that accident was.

She was thinking that someone was feeling unwell and what she could do about it.

Amy carefully stepped forward.

A few seconds later, mung bean and mint flavored ice creams, radiating a chill, appeared out of thin air in her hands.

"Um... eating some of this will make you feel better."

Amy's voice was soft, with a hint of timidity.

Zhao Hongqi couldn't understand English, but he understood the gestures.

This blue-eyed foreign girl offered him food.

He looked down at the mung bean popsicle that had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Logically speaking, having just recovered from the misunderstanding of being a "foreign spy," suddenly giving him a conjured ice cream is somewhat of a challenge to Lao Zhao's simple materialistic worldview.

But then you think about how they just saved the day.

Zhao Hongqi gritted his teeth and took a bite.

"hiss--"

A cooling sensation rushes from the mouth straight to the top of the head, and the spicy coolness of mint spreads throughout the body.

The tightness in Lao Zhao's chest disappeared, and the nausea was gone.

My back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't hurt anymore, and I can even work ten more nights straight.

"Amazing!" Old Zhao slapped his thigh and exclaimed.

"Hua Tuo brand ice cream! Brothers, eat up! This is an elixir of life!"

The workers rushed forward, each taking one, and after eating, they were all full of energy.

The way they looked at Amy wasn't filled with fear or disgust, but rather with simple, honest affection.

"Thank you, little sister!"

"Hey girl, your skills are amazing! Come run the cold drink stall in our cafeteria, you're guaranteed to make a fortune!"

Amy was a little dazed. Even though she couldn't understand what these people were saying, they were all smiling at her!

Zhou Xingxing strode up to Zhao Hongqi with an air of indifference.

"See that?"

"What do you mean by 'highly skilled talent'? Who just called us foreign spies? Would spies build well towers for you? Would spies give you ice cream? Do capitalist spies have that kind of awareness?"

Zhao Hongqi immediately stood at attention and saluted Zhou Xingxing.

He then pulled out his crumpled pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his greasy pocket and respectfully handed it over.

"Leader! It was I, Old Zhao, who was blind! I mistook a living Buddha for an oil thief!" Zhao Hongqi said, his face full of shame.

"These foreign guests are truly living saints! May I ask which department at Lanxiang Vocational School they graduated from? Our engineering team is recruiting next year; could we recruit from your school?"

Zhou Xingxing naturally took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and seized the opportunity: "Lanxiang Technical School can't teach this. This is our 749th Bureau's Seventh Engineering Team's trump card. Old Zhao, we've parachuted in here to save such a huge national project, it's not too much to ask for a banner of appreciation later, is it?"

"Not at all! Not at all! I'll go to town tomorrow and have it done! With big gold lettering!"

Zhao Hongqi nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, and one more thing," Zhou Xingxing pointed to his ruined white suit, "We just crash-landed into a mud pit. Could you please get the dry cleaning fee for this suit, the compensation for emotional distress, and the high-temperature work allowance and electricity bill for Comrade Xiao Luo at the welding tower? Please have the general contractor process the reimbursement. The invoice should be addressed to 'Seventh Engineering Team'."

Old Zhao was taken aback: "Electricity bill? Where would we find an electricity meter in this desolate place?"

"Frictional heat generation doesn't require energy conversion? This is called human bioelectricity! We can't let female employees sweat for nothing!"

"Okay, okay! I'll get the supervisor to approve the note!"

Just then, Edith, who had been dragged to the side by Stephen Chow, finally finished blowing out the last whiskey bubble.

She groggily sat up from the mud, her head covered in black mud, and stared blankly at the endless sand dunes and towers around her.

"belch……"

Where are we? Is there a McDonald's?

Zhou Xingxing ignored the drunk female driver and took out the battle-damaged satellite phone that the snotty-nosed girl had given him from his inside pocket. He shook off the mud and dialed Director Wang's hotline at Bureau 749.

As soon as the call connected, Director Wang's roar came from the other end:

"Ling Lingqi!"

"Who gave you permission to make that call?!"

"As far as I know, you've only been gone for two hours! Two hours! You should still be adrift in the Pacific Ocean!"

"If you expose the satellite phone line by making random calls, I'll crush your head with my deadly scissor kick!"

Zhou Xingxing held the phone a little further away and picked at his ear: "Chief, calm down. I'm already back in China!"

"Surprised? Delighted?"

"hey-hey."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an angry shout: "You're talking nonsense!"

"You're on a cargo ship, not a Dongfeng Express!"

"You were in the US two hours ago, and now you're telling me you're back in China? Do you take me for a three-year-old or the Pacific Ocean a public bathhouse?!"

"This is a rather complicated issue to explain."

"To put it simply, we brought in a multinational express delivery expert, but this expert currently has a minor issue of driving under the influence of alcohol and deviating from the correct course."

"Where are you now?!"

Zhou Xingxing glanced at Lao Zhao: "Uh... the Great Northwest, the Taklamakan Desert."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

Director Wang was trying to understand what steps, which did not conform to materialism, were involved in the journey "from the American smuggling ship to the Taklamakan Desert".

Stephen Chow didn't give him a chance to lash out and quickly interrupted.

"By the way, I just saved a deep well project for the country and averted a major blowout. Don't be too touched, it's just what I should do."

After another silence on the other end of the phone, Director Wang's voice became enthusiastic: "Hey! I knew you weren't just going to America to scam travel expenses! Ling Lingqi, you did a great job this time!"

"Director, now that I've done a good job, we need to talk about my compensation."