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

Most people would have already tucked their tails between their legs and run away by now.

But who is Stephen Chow?

He's the kind of man who can argue with an old lady for three hundred rounds over a penny's worth of vegetable leaves at the market.

Instead of rolling away, he pulled the chair forward and sat down more comfortably.

"Director, with your lung capacity, it's a real loss to the country's heavy industry if you don't go into glassblowing."

Zhou Xingxing picked at his ear and casually turned the page of the "Hao Zai Lai Pork Wholesale Stall Account Book" that was stained with lard.

"But my car hasn't come to a complete stop yet, so I can't roll away. We still haven't settled two of these highly skilled overseas recruits!"

Director Wang's chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed the urge to crush the man's head with a scissor kick: "Who else? That little ice cream girl, and that blue-skinned drunkard?"

"Please watch your words, Chief!"

"Let's start with soft serve ice cream, Amy."

"Twelve kilograms of pure ice cream per minute, no electricity needed, no Freon required, all-natural and pollution-free! Plus, she can customize high-protein, low-sugar, and even insect protein flavors to order!"

"If this were sent to the front lines of flood control in the south, or to a construction site in the sweltering heat of the northwest, what would it be? It would be an endless source of morale! While the comrades are working on the mortar in 40-degree heat, she just stands there and gives each of them a mung bean and mint popsicle. Wouldn't the project's progress take off like a rocket?"

Director Wang nodded thoughtfully: "She is a rare talent in logistics support. I plan to assign her to the logistics support department at headquarters, specifically to be in charge of the allocation of cold chain supplies in disaster-stricken areas."

"This is inappropriate! Absolutely inappropriate!"

Zhou Xingxing slapped his thigh, heartbroken, "Director, this is pure bookishness! You have absolutely no understanding of individualized instruction or humanistic care!"

"Who are you calling capitalist?" Director Wang glared at him.

"Let me analyze this for you," Zhou Xingxing leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Amy grew up in a capitalist slum, constantly being extorted for protection by gangsters. She's more timid than a mouse. Coming here, she's a complete stranger. If we just dumped her into a large building surrounded by uniformed officers, she'd be so scared she wouldn't be able to make ice cream, she'd only be able to make ice shards!"

"So what do you mean?"

"Arrange for her to work at Jiuquan Aerospace City! Right next to the staff quarters near Xiao Luo's department, or in the internal canteen. Get her a cold drink stall there!"

Stephen Chow was confident.

"Xiao Luo is the person she trusts most besides me. Since the two of them live close by, Amy feels reassured."

"On weekends, the two of them can go shopping or see a movie together. There are many elderly people in the staff and family compound, creating a good atmosphere. Amy feels safe and secure, which helps stabilize her production capacity!"

"Normally, she sells ice cream at the space center to offer comfort and support to the researchers. If there's a sudden disaster in the country that requires assistance, we'll give her a heads-up and transport her, bucket and all, to serve as a temporary refrigeration unit. That's what we call 'combining peacetime and wartime needs, balancing work and rest!'"

Director Wang took another look at the agent in front of him, who was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit and talked a lot of nonsense.

"You kid... you seem carefree usually, but I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful." Director Wang picked up his pen and quickly jotted down notes on the document.

"Okay, I approve this arrangement. She'll be considered a specially hired employee."

"And the last one?" Director Wang looked up. "That little blue-skinned girl named Edith. Global space teleportation capabilities—that's strategic level! I plan to put her in the Confidential Affairs Department, specifically responsible for transporting top-secret documents and high-value targets."

When Edith was mentioned, Stephen Chow's face suddenly fell.

"Chief, I have some serious information to report to you regarding this carefree young woman."

Director Wang's heart tightened, and his expression turned serious: "What? Does she have a political background? Or is there a health problem? Or is it a backdoor left by the US military?"

"Neither," Stephen Chow sighed. "We were just being presumptuous."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think she agreed to come with me the moment we met? Why was she so calmly eating turkey and drinking whiskey on Black Shark's smuggling boat?"

Stephen Chow clutched his chest, heartbroken.

"At first, I thought it was my handsome looks, melancholic temperament, and strong personal charm that captivated her. Until just now, Xiao Luo looked at me like I was an idiot and secretly told me the truth."

Stephen Chow slapped his thigh: "This girl isn't easily fooled! She's got nothing to lose!"

"Xiao Luo said that Edith's ability has a passive trigger mechanism. Even if she's blacked out from drinking or starving, as long as her body senses a deadly danger, she'll unconsciously teleport randomly!"

"In other words, even if I were a serial killer back then, even if those gangsters wanted to kill her, she could just teleport away in a flash, and no one could catch her! She only followed me because it was fun, and besides, I provided meals!"

Stephen Chow grew angrier the more he thought about it, tears welling up in his eyes: "I, a top agent of Bureau 749, the successor of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's legendary butcher knives, am nothing more than a paid tour guide and a mobile buffet in her eyes!"

"I felt sorry for her when I was on the ship, but now that I think about it, I'm the one who's pitiful!"

"All the whiskey and turkey I painstakingly scavenged from Black Shark's kitchen were fed to this ungrateful wretch who's about to run away with the barrels!"

Director Wang picked up his teacup and took a tactical sip of water, managing to suppress his laughter.

"Cough...that means she has a very strong survival ability, which is a good thing."

"Since she's out of control, what are your plans for dealing with her?"

"Stay at headquarters!" Zhou Xingxing gritted his teeth.

"These free-spirited street urchins are easy to get lost if left out. I suggest giving her a position as a 'breaking news photographer' or 'emergency scene surveyor'."

"A photojournalist?"

"Think about it, Chief. What if there's an earthquake, mudslide, or sudden mining accident, and roads are blocked, making it impossible for helicopters to get in? Have her take a camera and a satellite phone, and 'whoosh,' she can transmit to the epicenter!"

Stephen Chow gestured with his hands to form a square: "It can transmit live footage from the scene immediately, assess the disaster situation, and even bring in some first-aid supplies. After she finishes filming, she'll be exhausted and faint from hunger. If she encounters danger, it will trigger passive teleportation, automatically ejecting her! This efficiency is even better than a drone!"

"But!" Stephen Chow held up one finger, his expression extremely serious.

"A mandatory alcohol ban must be imposed on her before she officially starts work!"

"If you let her go to the disaster area drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), I'm afraid she'll step on the gas and send the relief supplies to the Bermuda Triangle, or even the Mariana Trench!"

Director Wang nodded in deep agreement: "That makes sense. From now on, the headquarters cafeteria will implement strict alcohol control measures for her!"

"Not only that, we also need to provide her with a special food allowance. The calories this girl burns in one teleportation are more than ten pigs. We can't let her go hungry, or she'll fly around aimlessly," Zhou Xingxing added.

Director Wang looked at Zhou Xingxing, put down his pen, and revealed a rare smile of satisfaction.

"Ling Lingqi, I take back what I just said."

Director Wang exclaimed, "Your trip to America was definitely worthwhile. You not only brought back people, but you also put their minds at ease."

"You turned them from monsters into comrades, from consumables into experts. Your ideological work is better than any political commissar in the bureau."

"Oh, Director, you're praising me so much, I'm almost embarrassed."

Zhou Xingxing rubbed his hands shyly, lowered his head and fidgeted a couple of times, like a primary school student being praised by his teacher.

"Alright, stop pretending. Tell me, you've done a great job this time, what reward do you want?"

Director Wang was in a great mood and took a sip of goji berry water from his teacup.

"Since the bureau chief is so understanding and considerate of his subordinates..."

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up instantly.

With lightning speed, he pulled the crumpled expense report from his pocket, smoothed it out on the table, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

"Look, for the 5,000 yuan Armani war damage compensation and the 30,000 yuan transnational emotional trauma compensation, could we expedite the process? Just transfer it directly to my account, I don't care about the bank."

Director Wang stood up, used his right leg to push off the desk, and leaped into the air, his legs clamping Zhou Xingxing's neck.

"Hey! Chief! Let's talk this out! Don't be so sullen! I'm a secret agent who makes a living with my looks!"

A pig-like scream, the crashing of desks and chairs falling to the ground, and the clattering of documents flying everywhere came from the office.

Outside.

The two guards on duty kept their eyes straight ahead, their posture as upright as pine trees.

The guard on the left listened to the screams inside without blinking, silently counting down in his mind:

"One, two, three, four, five... The director's deadly scissor kick broke the record today. It seems that the director's lumbar disc herniation has been cured."

"Today is another peaceful day."