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

office.

Director Wang sat behind his desk, his hands crossed under his chin, looking at the paper on the table.

"Can you explain to me what the 'Armani limited edition suit irreversible war damage cost of 5,000 yuan' and 'transnational emotional trauma compensation of 30,000 yuan' mean on this expense report?"

Stephen Chow leaned back in the chair opposite him, holding an enamel mug in his hand.

This jar was taken from Lao Ma; it has eight red characters printed on it that read "Everyone is responsible for safe production."

Zhou Xingxing used the lid of his cup to skim off the floating tea: "Director, you have to calculate it this way."

"That white suit of mine was my battle armor; it witnessed my seven charges and seven retreats. Now that it has heroically sacrificed itself, five thousand yuan for its funeral isn't unreasonable, is it?"

"As for compensation for emotional distress... Director, think about it. I traveled across the ocean to the heart of capitalism to rescue someone, living in constant fear. My hairline has even receded by two millimeters. Shouldn't the organization offer some consolation?"

"fart!"

Director Wang slammed his fist on the table: "Don't think I don't know you! I already told them one by one when I spoke with them! You emptied the gang leader's safe on that smuggling boat! Where's the money?!"

Zhou Xingxing blinked: "What money? Chief, you need to provide evidence for your statements! I, Zhou Xingxing, am incorruptible and regard money as dirt!"

"Besides, my windfall has already been fully deposited into my account! And let's be clear, my personal expense reports are a sacred right granted to me by labor law!"

"Full payment received?"

Director Wang leaned forward and demanded, "Then let me ask you, how much was found on the ship in total?"

"Not much, just... a few thousand dollars in change."

"Several thousand dollars?"

"Ma Weiguo said your bundle weighed at least thirty pounds. Thirty pounds of loose change? Do you think I've never seen money before?"

"That's because there are a few gold chains inside to weigh it down."

Stephen Chow blurted it out, then touched his nose.

Ugh!

My foul mouth!

"A gold chain? Didn't you just say a few thousand dollars in change?"

"Chief, even gold chains are just small pieces..."

Ling Lingqi.

Director Wang pointed at Stephen Chow's nose: "Do you believe I'll use my deadly scissor kick right now, fly through the air, and snap your head off!"

"Hey, Chief, it's one of us, one of us!"

Stephen Chow waved his hand: "Let's talk about something serious. That kid named Anton isn't doing too well."

When the topic turned to business, Director Wang put his hands away.

"You brought him back, and you promised you wouldn't let him die. What are we going to do now?"

"Ding ding ding ding!" Stephen Chow took his phone out of his pocket and waved it.

"To deal with such a difficult case, we need to call upon our Bureau 749's anti-common sense medical guru. I messaged him as soon as I landed, let's calculate the time—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the office door was kicked open.

Accompanied by the clattering sound of flip-flops scraping the floor, a man rushed in.

He was wearing a wrinkled white coat with unidentified oil stains on the hem.

His Mediterranean hairstyle gleamed under the incandescent light, and a pair of reading glasses with one leg wrapped in transparent tape sat on his nose.

The most outrageous thing was that he was holding something high in his hand, as solemnly as if he were holding the torch of the Statue of Liberty.

After Director Wang saw what it was, he jumped up.

That damn thing was a toilet plunger!

A flashlight was attached to the top of the suction cup and secured with three turns of wire.

The end of the wooden handle is attached to a radio antenna, and a copper bell hangs from the end of the antenna, ringing with each step.

"Ling Lingqi! I'm here!"

He shouted excitedly and casually placed the toilet plunger on Director Wang's desk.

Director Wang gripped the edge of the table, veins throbbing on his forehead: "Da Vinci, what are you doing here instead of doing research at the mental hospital? Get this piece of junk out of here!"

"Chief, this isn't junk!"

Da Vinci adjusted his glasses: "This is my latest research and development project, the 'Kill Me 3000' Medical Special Edition, the Cell Harmony Coexistence Advocate!"

Stephen Chow stood up and walked around the toilet plunger.

He took a closer look at the connection between the flashlight and the antenna, and flicked the copper bell with his fingernail.

"Ding~"

"Vincy, how exactly do you use this thing? Can it really cure X gene rejection?"

"I hope you will call me by my full name—Da Vinci."

"Okay, Vincent."

Leonardo da Vinci had gotten used to the abbreviation and didn't correct it anymore.

He reached for the toilet plunger, and the suction cup made a crisp "pop" sound as it left the table, leaving a clear circular rubber imprint on Director Wang's smooth solid wood table.

Why does gene rejection occur? Because the foreign X gene and the body's normal cells don't get along, they're fighting! This is a territorial struggle between different cell communities.

"So?" Director Wang asked.

"Fighting and killing won't solve the problem; we need to work on their mindset!"

Da Vinci pressed the switch on the flashlight, and a beam of green light shone on the wall.

"This instrument can emit a peaceful light from a flashlight, which, combined with cosmic white noise received by a radio antenna, can directly act on the cell nucleus!"

"Let the cells calm down, listen to each other, and set aside their prejudices to build a harmonious body environment!"

Director Wang took a deep breath: "You're going to use a toilet plunger with a flashlight strapped to it to give cells ideological and political education?!"

"This is a cell harmony and coexistence persuasion device!"

Leonardo da Vinci turned the plunger over to show the rubber suction cup at the bottom.

"And it can also be used as a cupping device. Look at the suction power, it doesn't leak air when you stick it on. It's multi-functional and very environmentally friendly."

Da Vinci pressed the suction cup onto his forehead.

"Pop~" It sucked in.

With the plunger stuck on his forehead, Leonardo da Vinci continued, "I've done the calculations. The negative pressure from the suction cup can promote local blood circulation, and combined with the light wave stimulation from a flashlight, it can also have an auxiliary therapeutic effect on cervical spondylosis..."

"Enough!" Director Wang slammed his hand on the table.

Stephen Chow slapped his thigh: "Brilliant! Wenxi, I knew you were a genius!"

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Director Wang angrily grabbed Zhou Xingxing's expense report, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"How did my prestigious Bureau 749 end up raising two such brilliant but weaklings?!"

Before he could even react, Zhou Xingxing leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Chief, let's try anything, even if it's a last resort. Wenxi's inventions seem like madness, extremely absurd and abstract, but when have they ever failed? If we don't use them, are we just going to watch Anton die?"

Director Wang remained silent.

"Besides..."

Zhou Xingxing's voice lowered even further: "That kid is only in his early twenties, and his brother risked his life for him. If Anton is gone, morale will collapse, and who will complete the subsequent projects?"

Director Wang glanced at Leonardo da Vinci, who was wearing a toilet plunger and looking solemn, and then at Stephen Chow, whose face seemed to say "I'm thinking of you."

Finally, he pressed his throbbing forehead in pain and waved his hand weakly: "Go, go... hurry up and get treated. If you die, I'll hold you responsible!"