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

"Polaris, Lorna Dane, a magnetic engineering expert."

"Torrent, Genos Quest, weather risk management expert."

"Soft serve ice cream, Amy, the expert in chilled, ready-to-eat energy supplements."

"Anton Quest, well... he has potential in data archiving and logistics, and is a trainable civilian talent."

"Edith..."

Stephen Chow glanced at Edith, who was sitting on the ground looking dazed: "Do you have a nickname?"

Still half-asleep, Edith heard someone calling her and said blankly, "Yes... everyone calls me the Leisurely Girl..."

"This one, Edith, the carefree girl, her name is too long. She's a multinational logistics expert, and currently needs more traffic safety education."

Stephen Chow turned around, lowered his voice, and continued to complain about being poor to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Chief, the staffing, benefits, dormitories, medical insurance, psychological counseling, and nutritional subsidies for these comrades must be arranged immediately!"

"Furthermore! In order to bring these talents back, I practically squandered my entire fortune, faced countless dangers, and ended up penniless and barely clothed..."

Zhou Xingxing silently kicked the bundle containing the illegal proceeds behind him.

"I need to be reimbursed for this expense."

Director Wang sneered on the other end of the phone: "You better really be penniless."

"Chief, your words are hurtful. I, Zhou Xingxing, have a loyal heart that will be remembered throughout history; how could I possibly keep spoils of war?"

"Alright, alright! I'll contact the Northwest Military Region to pick you up right now."

"You'd better bring some food!"

"Do you think the military region is a food delivery platform?"

"Director, logistical support is also a form of combat effectiveness."

"roll!"

The call was disconnected, and Zhou Xingxing, hearing the busy tone, put the phone back in his pocket.

The sandstorm is still blowing.

Zhao Hongqi and the workers were still looking at them, their eyes filled with admiration, gratitude, and awe at the unknown force.

Lorna looked at him, still somewhat uneasy: "So we're really safe?"

Stephen Chow thought about it seriously: "As long as you abide by the law and don't damage public property, you are safe."

He paused, then added.

"Of course, you can't just chase someone down with a steel bar."

"If you don't look around recklessly, I won't chase you down."

Stephen Chow looked up at the sky and said, "This sun is so round..."

Amy suddenly asked in a low voice, "Aren't they really afraid of us?"

After saying that, Amy looked to the side and saw the group of workers holding ice cream and giving her a thumbs up.

Stephen Chow lowered his voice: "They're afraid of well blowouts and toxic fumes. They're afraid of unpaid wages, their children's tuition fees, inspections by superiors, and the lack of air conditioning in the summer."

"But they are not afraid of comrades who are willing to save people, work hard, and even give them ice cream."

From the laboratory to China.

From experimental subjects, wanted criminals, monsters to comrades, what may separate them is someone saying to them in a moment of crisis—

The time has come to prove your worth.

……

Deep well project site.

The workers were no longer panicked, and the atmosphere was cheerful.

Everyone had a mung bean and mint ice cream in hand, and they ate it with great satisfaction.

Not only that, Stephen Chow also arranged for a gentle breeze of 22 degrees Celsius to be created next to the rapids.

Zhou Xingxing squatted side by side with Zhao Hongqi, holding a Hongtashan cigarette in his hand and describing his experiences in the United States with great enthusiasm.

"Old Zhao, you wouldn't know unless you went abroad; the suffering in capitalism is simply unbearable!"

"Take New York City for example. It looks glamorous on the surface, but its infrastructure is a complete mess! The subway is full of rats, and the sewers are teeming with alligators!"

"Their talent doesn't even have a minimum wage!"

Zhao Hongqi nodded repeatedly, "That's really outrageous! They don't even pay wages. How is this any different from an illegal coal mine? Why doesn't the labor bureau do anything about it?"

"What's the big deal? They didn't even sign a contract!"

Zhou Xingxing pointed to Lorna and the others not far away.

"Look at Xiao Luo, she was locked in a basement having her blood drawn! And Amy, with such strong cold chain logistics capabilities, can only do odd jobs on the street! This is a serious misallocation of resources! It's a huge waste of productivity!"

Old Zhao looked at Amy, who was handing out strawberry ice cream to the workers, and said, "What a tragedy! How can such a good girl suffer like this!"

"Don't worry, boss. Once our construction team's canteen is all set up, we'll definitely reserve the best stall for her. Food and lodging included, she won't have to worry about anything!"

"That's right! This is the awareness of the Chinese working class!"

Stephen Chow patted Old Zhao on the shoulder.

"So my purpose in going there this time is to carry out asset restructuring, to rescue them from their dire straits, and to get them involved in our country's infrastructure boom!"

"But then again, the allocation of talent depends on how Director Wang arranges it. If you want some..."

The two were chatting enthusiastically when a deep rumble suddenly came from the distant horizon.

Several military-green Z-8 transport helicopters roared in from the horizon.

The helicopter hovered in the air for a moment before coming to rest on a flat area outside the mud pit.

Stephen Chow stood up and straightened his mud-covered suit against the raging wind from the propeller.

A major in camouflage jumped down first, followed by two rows of heavily armed soldiers.

The major's name was Ma Weiguo. He was in his thirties and had been stationed in the Northwest for many years.

When he received the order from his superiors, the military region commander only told him: "Go and meet the agents of Bureau 749 and several special talents returning from overseas. Note that the situation is rather complicated."

Ma Weiguo thought he would see a firefight, or a group of scientists in suits.

He was still somewhat surprised when he saw the scene before him.

The man in the very center of the crowd was smoking a cigarette and looking at me with a melancholy gaze.

There was also an old bed sheet bundle hidden at his feet.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Comrade Ling Lingqi from Bureau 749?"

"It is I."

Stephen Chow flicked away his cigarette ash and warmly extended his mud-covered hand: "Major, you've worked hard! You've come all this way, I hope you can get your gas reimbursement?"

Ma Weiguo shook hands expressionlessly: "It's no trouble at all. The commander ordered us to come and provide backup. These gentlemen are..."

"Come, come, let me give you a proper introduction!"

Stephen Chow takes the initiative, leading Ma Weiguo towards the mutants.

And so on, and so forth.

Finally, Stephen Chow pointed at Amy: "Amy, get one for the Major! An original flavor!"

Amy obediently stepped forward, flipped her little hand, and a steaming milk ice cream appeared in her palm, which she handed to Ma Weiguo.

Ma Weiguo instinctively took it, "How...how did you do that?"

"The human body has a self-circulating refrigeration system that is pollution-free and has zero emissions."

"Don't judge them with worldly eyes; they are the pillars of our nation urgently needed for development!"

Ma Weiguo held the ice cream, looked at Edith with blue skin, then at Lorna with green hair, and finally at Zhou Xingxing. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out only one sentence: "Bureau 749 is indeed extraordinary..."

Zhou Xingxing patted Ma Weiguo on the chest and casually wiped the mud off his hands.

"Alright, stop standing there. Let's get the boarding arranged."

With the help of the soldiers, the mutants boarded the plane one after another.

Zhou Xingxing finally walked up to Zhao Hongqi and shook Zhao's hand firmly.

"Old Zhao, we'll meet again someday. Remember what I told you!" Zhou Xingxing said in a low voice.

Zhao Hongqi stood at attention, saluted, and said loudly, "Don't worry, sir! I'll go to the higher-ups to claim the dry cleaning fees, compensation for emotional distress, electricity bills, and high-temperature allowance tomorrow morning!"

"The invoice will be addressed to the Seventh Engineering Team! I'll also order the largest banner, which will read: 'Divine soldiers descend to save the oil well, ice cream sweetens the workers' hearts!'"